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<title>Life in the Kingdom of Milo</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Milo</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Milo &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 11:51:32 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Back on My Birthday!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 19:42:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hullo Dogster friends!  It is I, little King Milo, and I have returned to say Happy Birthday to myse ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hullo Dogster friends!  It is I, little King Milo, and I have returned to say Happy Birthday to myself!  I miss talking to you all.  My life as a King and big bruther to The Little Prince is very complix, you know.  Anyway, today I am THIRTEEN YERS OLD!  We had a party with a cake and bulloons and pin the tail on the donkee and everything.  Mummy said this birthday made her happy and sad.  I don't know why that is but maybe it's because she didn't get to eat enuff cake or something.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goodbye, my friend</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 18:44:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I bow my head to you, dear old Dogster friend Tim.  Take good care of Winnie in Doggie Heaven.  We w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I bow my head to you, dear old Dogster friend Tim.  Take good care of Winnie in Doggie Heaven.  We will all miss you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crazy Magic in the Kingdom</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 18:43:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There is some strong magic going on in the new kingdom.  For the longest time I was confused by all  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is some strong magic going on in the new kingdom.  For the longest time I was confused by all of our new doggy nayboors.  They all have these big, bootiful lawns and lotsa space to run around, but none of them ever want to come and say hello.  Here's what I mean:  Mummy will be walking me down the sidewalk and we see our nayboors Miss Daisy and Miss Lucy playing outside.  They start to run up to us to say hello, but then...they stop.  "Come down to the street and see me!  Come down to the sidewalk and play!"  I say, but they stop at the edge of their driveway and don't go any further.  Hmph.  I would normalee just pass this off as total roodness, but the same thing happens when we see Loud Lily across the way, and big ol' Bo Bear and Boomer across the street.  What IS this strong magic that keeps dogs from wandering off their lawns?  At first, I thot maybe Mummy had developt some Jedi powers and was using The Force to keep unruly doggies at bay. But then I realized she wouldn't be wasting her Jedi powers on stuff like that if she had them.  She'd be making cupcakes appear or whatever instead.  Anyway, one day I notissed that all of these dogs had strange block-shaped collars around their necks.  Could they be robots?  Remote controls?  This, too, seemed unlikely I gess (altho it would be kinda cool to think that all of my new doggy friends were robots!).  Finalee Mummy told me the secret- INVISIBLE FENCES!  I said, sherly Mummy, you must be jokng.  How can a fence be invisible?  So she explaint that the fences were not really invisible (I knew it!) but that they were UNDERGROWND.  A-ha, I see!  So now I am just trying to figger out who puts these fences undergrownd.  Is it like gnomes or trolls or something?  And how do I keep them from putting these undergrownd fences on my lawn?  Bribery?  Do I have to leave them some of my toys or a sacrifice or something?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's not a popsicle, it's a Pukesicle!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Feb 2011 20:33:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you read my diary entry from my birthday, then you know we had a big ice storm here in the new ki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you read my diary entry from my birthday, then you know we had a big ice storm here in the new kingdom.  Yeah, well, that dumb old ice is still here!  The cool thing about our new castle is that we akchualee have a GARAGE and a BIG, LONG DRIVEWAY that's a lot of fun to run down on a sunny day.  But we haven't been doing much running around here- not even much walking!  That huge long driveway has been an ICEway for the past cuple of days.  And I don't know about you, but walking downhill on an icy driveway is just not on my list of fun things to do.  So I've been forced to poop in hyoomiliating places like my own deck and on the side of the ROAD!  Oh, how emberessing!  Well I have the best Mummy in the world because while the Little Prince was napping today (and he hardlee ever does this, so Mummy gave up some prime time for me), she went out to the driveway with a shovel and some other devices and crackt and chippt and crackt at that ice on the WHOLE DRIVEWAY and cleered it just for me!  She was so excititid when she finalee finisht, that she ran inside and said, "Come on out, Milo, the driveway is cleer!"  So I jumpt up from the sofa and ran to the door.  Only I musta jumpt up too fast or something, because as soon as I steppt out onto the driveway I didn't feel so good.  I walkt around for a few minuts and Mummy said, "So whaddya think, Milo?"  I tried to hold it back but I let out a sound like this:  "Aaaackkk!" and then I puked!  Right on Mummy's newly shoveled driveway!  I was so upset that I didn't even get to go peepee or poopy on my new iceless space.  I stood there shivering until Mummy carried me inside.

I did get to go out again later when I felt better.  And who knew?  My puke was FROZIN SOLID right there on the driveway!  It was a pukesicle!  Gross, but impressive, no?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The &quot;ICE&quot;ing on My Cake!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Feb 2011 19:59:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hullo everybuddy!  Guess what?  I am ohfishullee TWELVE!!  Yup, in case you forgot, February 2nd is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hullo everybuddy!  Guess what?  I am ohfishullee TWELVE!!  Yup, in case you forgot, February 2nd is not just Groundhog Day, it is also MY BIRTHDAY!  Woo hooooo!  Now normalee one would ekspect a party or some cake and ice creem to celubrate the big day.  I certinly did not get any ice creem, I got an ICE STORM instead!  ACK!  Can you imagine?   I wake up on my OWN BIRTHDAY and I can't even walk outside to take a peepee without falling on my handsum face because everything outside was FROZIN!  The one good thing about the ice storm is that it trappt Mummy and the Little Prince in the house ALL DAY, so they threw me a speshul Milo party.  They made a cake shaped like my head and had party plates with little monkeys on them.  They made me a birthday sign and blew up lots of colored balloons (the Little Prince and I had a blast with those!).  So I guess I can't complane too much about the ice.

So thanks to everyone who sent me heppy birthday wishis.  I don't feel a day over 5 and a half either.  If anyone would like a peece of cake, we still have some left to share.  But since the cake was shapet like my head, I think only the eyes and the ears are left.  But don't worry, it's still deelishus!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Bow My Head to You, My Friends</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 18:09:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello my dear furry friends.  I'm sorree that I am not holding up my end of the bargin.  I try and t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello my dear furry friends.  I'm sorree that I am not holding up my end of the bargin.  I try and try to get to the computer to type a new entree, but you know how it goes.

Anyway, the hollydays are quickly approaching and I know it's a time for prezints and cookies and fat men in red soots and stuff, but I have to take a momint to bow my head and recognize my friends who have passed on to the Rainbow Bridge.

My cousin, J.B., I don't even know what to say.  We miss her every day.  No one could run like her.  She was as fast as light-en-ing!  There is a big empty hole in the world where she was.  Mummy can't talk about her without crying.

My dear friend Winnie.  I am so sad that I did not know of your passing until now.  I send much love and lots o' kisses to your familee.  Tim and Star must miss your sweet face.

Our old nayboor Daisy.  I know you and I always acted indiffrint to one another, but you were still my friend.  I'm glad Mummy got to see you one last time before you crossed over.  She said you held your head up to the wind and smiled.

And to a distant new friend who was also just like me, Milo, I'm sorree I never got to meet you, but Liza and Sweetie told me you were a very speshul terrier indeed.  

Sadly, I know there might be more friends I have lost that I don't even know about.  If your familees want to drop me a paw mail to say hello, I would be happy to send them some love, too.

And so I leave you all with an excerpt (isn't that a big word for me to know?) from the book "Dog Heaven" by Cynthia Rylant, and ask that you bow your heads for a minute, too, to remember our friends, who are smiling down on us as we speak:

"...When Dogs go to Heaven, they don't need wings because God knows that dogs love running best.  

He Gives them fields. Fields and fields and fields.  When a dog first arrives in Heaven, he just runs. 

Dog Heaven has clear, wide lakes, filled with geese who honk and flap and tease. The dogs love this. They run beside the water and bark and bark and God watches them from behind a tree and smiles..."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One More Lesson</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Nov 2010 15:02:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And here's one more lesson learned:

6- You are not supposto eat Play-doh. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And here's one more lesson learned:

6- You are not supposto eat Play-doh.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some New Lessons</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Nov 2010 06:37:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here are some things I learned while ahjusting to life in my new kingdom.  Perhaps you, too, will fi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are some things I learned while ahjusting to life in my new kingdom.  Perhaps you, too, will find these lessons useful or whatever.

1- You should not eat half-cooked, old hamburger meat out of the garbage can (Mummy said I should have learned this in the old kingdom, but nobody's perfekt!)

2- If you are going to throw up, you shouldn't do it on the stairs.

3-If you are going to eat half-cooked hamburger meat out of the garbage, don't let anyone see you do it (Mummy didn't teech me that one, I sorta just threw it in)

4-Just because the dogs akross the street are barking, it doesn't mean you have to bark, too.

5-You are not supposto drag your heiney across the carpet when guests are over, espeshullee if those guests are little baby people.  

OK that's all I can think of for now, but I'm sher there's more because I'm always gettin' yelled at for something around here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The New Castle</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Oct 2010 13:49:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As King of a new kingdom, it is my dooty to figure out what I like best about my new castle.  So I h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As King of a new kingdom, it is my dooty to figure out what I like best about my new castle.  So I have desididid to try out every sleeping spot I can find in order to determin which one I like best.  Since we have moved to the new castle, Mummy has discovered me in the following nap spots (and sometimes she can't find me at all, and she calls, "Milo, Milo, where are you?" until I come a-running).  Anyway, here's where I have been napping lately:

-on the laundry room floor 
-in front of the back door (very sunny!)
-on the stairs
-at the top of the stairs
-on the landing of the stairs (gotta try 'em all, you know)
-on the Little Prince's rocking chair in his bedroom
-under Mummy and Deddy's bed
-under the side table in the TV room (good place to go during a storm)
-in front of the garage door (too chilly)
-on the sofa in the sitting room (I can see out the front window here and I like to bark at the mailman or whatever)
-on the ottoman (we never had one of these before!  It's deeelightfull)
-in the downstairs bathroom (yeh, I don't know what that was all about)
-under the kitchin table
-under the coffee table
-in the Little Prince's play pirate tent in the basement (a BASEMENT!  We akchualee have a BASEMENT with a PIRATE TENT in it!!!)
-on the deck outside (AND we have a DECK!  Can ya beeleef it?)
-in the Little Prince's closet
-under the kiddie table in the playroom

There are just so many rooms compared to our old castle (in fact, now that I think about it, was that even a castle at all?).  How on earth will I have time to try them all out?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Surgery (ewww!)</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:34:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WARNING: This diary entry might inclood some icky stuff that makes you say &quot;Ewwww!&quot; and gasp, &quot;Oh, n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WARNING: This diary entry might inclood some icky stuff that makes you say "Ewwww!" and gasp, "Oh, no!"  And you might wind up feeling very sorry for me by the time you read the whole thing through.  So if you are  bit squeemish in yer tummy or you don't think you can handle the whole traumatik expeerience, then you should just stop reading right now.

Phew, now that I got that out of the way, let me tell you about my surgery and why my face lookt so a-scary in the pictures on my page.  I was supposto go to the doctor so they could take my one bad toothie out and fix up my face that was still oozing blood and pus and maybe some dog food, too.  Mummy was so sad the day that she had to drop me off at the doctor's.  I didn't know what she was worried about because I was excited to see all of the pritty nurses and see what was behind the magik door that the doctor always appeered out of.  Mummy thot that once she handed me over to the nurse that I would cry and look back at her sadly, but I kind of forgot to do that.  I went with wagging tail and happyness, since I was certain that they would not be able to get the toothie out anyway, and that I would be getting lots of attenshun because I am just so handsum and charming.

I don't remember much after that, except that I woke up feeling a little bit sore and that Mummy was there to pick me up.  When she saw me, she smiled with glee and then kind of went, "Ewww!  His face is still bleeding!"  (turns out my wound had to "drain" so they really couldn't do anything about it.  An open. bleeding, blobby wound on my handsum face?  Didn't they KNOW who I WAS?  Geez.).  Anywho, after that, I peed all over the waiting room floor and all over the feet of a teknishin, and then I went home.  

Mummy cuddled me and the Little Prince was very nice to me.  Deddy was happy I was home, too.  Mummy made me mushy food to eat, and she said - brace yourselfs here- "Oh, Milo, I'm so glad you're okay.  I'm so sorry that they had to pull out six of your teeth!"  I think that's when my eyeballs bugged out of my head like a cartoon.  SIX TEETH?!  I thot they were supposto pull out ONE bad tooth!  ONE!  Why was everyone being so calm about this?  Shouldn't we be calling the doctor and telling him he cleerly made a MISTAKE????  I lookt at Mummy to see if she was kidding.  "They can put those teeth back in, right?" I asked.  And the sad trooth I learnt is that you CAN'T put teeth BACK once they have been pulled OUT!  Who knew?  So here I am, king of a new kingdom, missing six teeth.  Sigh.  The injustice is almost too much to bear, isn't it?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Handsome Face Becomes a Gross Mess (Shocking, but True!)</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 11:21:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK so we had only been in our new kingdom for abowt a week when Mummy lookt at me and said, &quot;Milo, d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK so we had only been in our new kingdom for abowt a week when Mummy lookt at me and said, "Milo, does your eye look swollin again?"  I had a problum with a bad tooth once before that made my eye puff up, but some antibiotics (which, much to my dismay, do NOT give you special robot powers) made it go away.  A King has many jobs and many responsibiuhtees, but one of them does not happin to be good oral hyjeans.  Therefore, to make a long story short, one of my toothies got bad and swellt up and puffed up the outside of my face and maybe that would not have been such a big deal but then it started a-leaking blood everywhere too, so I was getting blood and puss and bad tooth germs all over our brand new castle and that was just making everybody feel really grossed out.  It's true, I even disgusted myself.  So I had to go to the doktor and get more antibiotics (which STILL did not give me special robot powers) and then they skejeweled me for..gulp..SURGERY.  Apparentlee they thot they could go in there and just pull the bad toothie out.  I was like, "Yep, well, that's not going to happin cause that tooth is pretty stuck in there, people.  It's kind of attached to my head."  And frankly, I found the idea a little hyoomiliating.  I mean, what would my ancestors think?  Dogs in the wild didn't have SURGERY! They didn't take antibiotics or have doktors pull their teeth out when they were bad!  They were tuff and scruff, and if they had a bad toothie, well then, they would just chew on some tree roots or something with none of this nonsense that I'm telling you about.  I felt like a shame to the whole dog race!  Mummy says I am being "overly dramatik" right now (whatever that means), so I am just going to take a break and tell you about the akchual surgery in my next diary entry.  I get no sympathy around here, I tell you!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And To You I Leave a Kingdom</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Sep 2010 13:40:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Where do I begin?  So much time and so little to say!  What?  Wait, reverse that.  So much to say an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where do I begin?  So much time and so little to say!  What?  Wait, reverse that.  So much to say and so little time!  That's better.  Maybe I should just start from the beginning, no?

So here I am, little King Milo of Milo's Kingdom, back to tell you my tales.  I have been gone a long time, I know, but do not weep, my friends!  I think I am here to stay now.  There have been many changes in my fabulus life, and I hope I can share them all with you.  The biggist change of all is that I have left my kingdom!  Yup.  Look, it was really just getting too small (or was I getting too big?).  The Little Prince's toys were cleerly outnumbering mine.  There were piles of STUFF everywhere.  I fear if we had stayed in the castle any longer, we might have been swallowed up by some giant Lego monsters or something.  So we pakt up all our stuff in a big yellow truk and moved it not too far away in a place even more grand than my first kingdom!  So now I'm just a-tryin to establush myself here.  This new kingdom is very BIG and very GREEN and very KWIET and there are lots of other dogs but they run arownd in yards insted of walking on leeshes.  There are a whole buncha deers and some fat growndhogs and bats and big bugs.  There is so much space that sometimes I gets a little tired just walking to the mailbox.  There is a playgrownd down the street and sometimes Mummy puts the Little Prince in a swing, and she gets on the swing next to him and puts me in her lap and we all swing together (and I like it when my ears blow in the wind).  

I have so much more to tell you about my new Kingdom and about what happind after we moved here.  Some of it involves surguree and some missing teeth, and some sad stuff, too, so prepare yourselfs!  Don't worry, it all has a happy ending.  Pretty much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HELLOOOOO OUT THERE!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Sep 2010 06:48:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>*tap*tap*tap*   Hello?  Testing, 1, 2, 3!  Is this thing on?  Is anyone out there? *tap*tap*tap* Mum ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ *tap*tap*tap*   Hello?  Testing, 1, 2, 3!  Is this thing on?  Is anyone out there? *tap*tap*tap* Mummy, I don't think it's working!!!!  Helllooooo out there!  This is little King Milo of Milo's Kingdom and I am coming back SOON!  Just wanted you all to know that.  New and improved diary on its way (I promiss this time).  I have so much to TELL you!  In the meantime, check out my new fotos!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time Flies When You're King Milo</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:32:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sigh.  Cleerly I cannot keep up with my dooties as king, big bruther to the Little Prince, and recor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sigh.  Cleerly I cannot keep up with my dooties as king, big bruther to the Little Prince, and record keeper of my buzy, yet advencherus life.  And let me point out that MY BIRTHDAY WAS ON FEBROOARY 2ND AND I DID NOT EVEN THROW MYSELF A DOGSTER PARTAY!!!! What is this world coming to?  But I must say that Mummy and the Little Prince made me a cake.  It had a-lots of sprinkles on it and it was deelishis.  

I'd also like to take a minnit and bow my handsum head in respect to The Dog Whisperer's beloved dog-friend, Daddy.  You will be missed, my pal.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Don't Need Another Hero- or do we?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/637701</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 08:53:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy has been walking around singing this song to me, &quot;We don't need another heeeerroooo...&quot; she sa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy has been walking around singing this song to me, "We don't need another heeeerroooo..." she says it is frum some moovee in the 1980's, which seems like a very long time ago if you ask me.  Anyway, she is a-teasing me because she says I AM a hero.  I thot a hero was just a sandwich, but upparently it is a lot more than that.

You see, yesturday the Little Prince was playing in the living room, and Mummy went into the kitchin to refill his sippy cup.  All of a suddin he stops playing and goes over to the safety gate (which leeds to the stairs).  He starts climbing it!  I was looking at him, thinking, wow, that kid sher can climb, but then I thot -WAIT!- he is NOT supposta be doin' that!  So I skratched at the gate with my paw to tell him to stop.  Only he didn't stop.  I thot maybe he was gunna fall on his head, so I kept skratching at the gate, hoping Mummy would hear me.  You know what?  She did!  She came running in just as the Little Prince was reddy to topple over the top of the gate.  Mummy was in shock, I think (but I'm not sher if she was in shock over what I did to help or the fact that the Little Prince can climb like a monkey).  So needless to say, I have become quite the celebritee around here.  I akchualee helped my little bruther!  Like Lassie or a polees dog!  If you are thinking that is kind of extraordinary, you are right.  So now I can add HERO to my long list of kingly dooties.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lil' King Mi-mo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/617050</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:14:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, ok.  I have seeriusly been failing my loyal Dogster followers.  I can't help it!  It's tuff to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, ok.  I have seeriusly been failing my loyal Dogster followers.  I can't help it!  It's tuff to be a king AND a big bruther!  I promiss I will write more often.  One thing I must tell you is that the Little Prince can TALK!  Yup, he says all kinds of funny things, and the best thing of all is that he can SAY MY NAME!  Well, it's sort of my name.  He says MI-MO.  But I'll take it.  He tries.


Long live King Mimo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A New Vokabulary Word</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/603088</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Jul 2009 11:33:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says that my behavior is uh-TROH-shus today.  She says this because I tried to fight the baby  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says that my behavior is uh-TROH-shus today.  She says this because I tried to fight the baby for a Cheerio (it was mine first, I tell you), and then I growled at Deddy because he tried to put me upstairs after the unfarchunate Cheerio incident.  I do not know what uh-TROH-shus means.  What are the chances that it means "utterly fabulous?"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Props to the Kitchen Staff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/601585</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 18:34:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As a king, I hafta tell you how impartant it is to respeckt your staff, and take part in the funkshu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As a king, I hafta tell you how impartant it is to respeckt your staff, and take part in the funkshuning of your kingdom.  This is espeshully true in the kitchin.

When a meal is being cooked, I am right beside the chef, showing my loyalty and waiting for scraps that may fall.  I am also the offishul taste tester of the kingdom, and get to try all of the food before it even hits the table.

When cookies or cakes or pies are being baked in the oven, I wait faithfully with the baker until those yummy treets are a-finished (this is also part of being the offishul taste tester).

After dinner, when everyone leaves the table, I remain in the kitchin, because you never know what might be left on plates, the floor, or even in some of the cooking pots.  No food should be wasted in my kingdom!!

And it is perfektly okay to fall asleep under the kitchin table or on the rug by the sink.  This makes you seem even more loyal and very comfortabull in your own castle.

So today, I would like to salute my fabulus kitchin staff!  My chef, Mummy, what wonderful foods you make!  My baker, Mummy, what deelishus treets you bake!  My server, Mummy, for always setting the table so nicely and keeping the food hot!  My busboy-er,girl?- Mummy, for making the kitchin spik and span!  My dishwasher, Mummy, for - wait a minute...Mummy is my entire kitchin staff isn't she? Hmmm.  Let's change this around a little then.  Today I would like to salute Mummy!!  Because, simply put, she is everything.  :o)  See what I mean about respeckting your staff?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This Old Gray Dog, He Ain't What He Used to Be!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/597864</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:57:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some days I hafta just accept that I am not as young as I used to be.  Sigh.  I was out for a walk o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some days I hafta just accept that I am not as young as I used to be.  Sigh.  I was out for a walk on Monday with Mummy and the Little Prince, and I was trotting along beside his stroller/chariot like I ushually do.  All of a suddin I didn't feel a-so good.  Mummy lookt down and saw me huffing and puffing as we were walking.  "Milo, are you okay?" she asked.  "Uh, sher...pant, pant....I'm...pant, pant....fine, Mummy...pant, pant...no problum..."  I lookt back up at her and she knew I was not fine.  I just didn't feel right.  Maybe it was the warm wether.  Maybe it was the smell of the newly paved road we were walking on.  Maybe it was my old age.  I dunno.  All I know is that I had to stop walking.  I sat in the grass.  I huffed and puffed.  The Little Prince leaned over his chariot and lookt at me.  Then I puked.  Mummy stroked my head and told me it was okay.  I stayed in the grass.  I just needed to rest a bit.  Mummy lookt around, cause we were kinda far from home.  It was like a ghost town in the kingdom.  So Mummy bent down and pickt me up, and carried me in one arm, and pushed the stroller with the other hand.  I know that was really hard for her to do cause our castle was very far away.  That Mummy, she sher does love me.

Anyway, I am fine now.  I think maybe I was just a little overheated or something.  Mummy is nerviss to take me on a long walk again, but I'm reddy!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Not Wise to Upset Satan's Helpers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/592845</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 May 2009 18:57:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I looked death in the eye.  It's true, I did.  I akchualee looked it in both eyes and then ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I looked death in the eye.  It's true, I did.  I akchualee looked it in both eyes and then tried to bite it, and Mummy said that was a really FOOLISH thing to do.  She used some other words in between there too but I don't think I should write them in here.

Anywho, here's the story.  Mummy took me outside really early to do my morning peepee.  There was a lady outside walking a LARGE, LARGE Rottweiler.  Mummy said it looked kind of like one of those dogs that Satan would have sitting by his side or something.  I don't know what that means.  So anyway, the lady comes walking slowly up to us and stops.  Her dog is standing very still beside her.  I am semi-still (I don't think I ever stand completely still, you know), and we are standing across from her in the grass.  Mummy said she thot the dog looked really scary, but then felt bad because maybe he wasn't a-scary at all, just big.  "Is your dog friendly?"  Mummy asked.  "Well, sometimes," said the lady, "Is your dog male?  Sometimes he has problums with other males."  I didn't say anything.  I was just watching.  Mummy shook her head and said, "Mmmm, I don't know, sometimes other dogs don't like Milo either because of his high energee."  But the lady decididid to come over anyway, and inched her big, scary, Satan's pal Rottweiler over to us.  And that's when I decididid to start growling and jumping at his face.  I don't know what came over me, truly.  I just didn't like the way he was looking at me, like he thot he was bigger and better than me, like he was so tuff.  I could show HIM who was boss!  Well things quickly gots outs of control and before I could say OOPS BAD DECISHUN, the Satan's Rottweiler let out this grrrrRRRRROOOAAAARRRRrrrr and lunged back at ME and Mummy yanked my leash so hard I thot my head was a-gonna fall off.  But Satan's helper was so large that his owner couldn't stop him and he just kept a-coming and Mummy kept a-pulling me in circles but that dog's big head was just so close to my little body.  Finally the owner got her dog under control by sitting on him and then she startid talking to him in German or something and we just kind of crept away.  I hate to say this but I really a-scared Mummy that time.  She said she thot I was going to die.  She said the grass was wet and she almost fell and she would not have been able to get that dog off of me.  She said I was FOOLISH and DUMB and SILLY for going after a Rottweiler, espeeshulee one that was three times my size.  She said I could have akchualee walked under him, that's how much bigger he was than me.  She said that inside she felt like letting out a high-pitched screem like a little girl when that dog came after me, but knew it would make the matter worse.  She said her hands were a-trembling and her heart was pounding.  She said she was not ready to have me killed during a morning peepee.  What a sad way to go!  I am sorry I made my Mummy so frightened.  I am sorry I took years off her life, gave her more gray hairs, and made her say all those bad words to me as we walked away from the scene.  I take full responsibilitee for my akshuns and I will try very hard not to go after any helpers of Satan ever again.  Espeshulee ones that understand German.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor-Poor Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/590182</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 May 2009 19:29:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woweeee!!!  I was a diary pick of the day today!!!  COOOOOL!!  I hope I have some new readers now.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woweeee!!!  I was a diary pick of the day today!!!  COOOOOL!!  I hope I have some new readers now.  WELCOME to MILO'S KINGDOM, new peeple!!!!

Yesterday I gots to see lots of my friends outside. Now that it is getting warmer out, the sun stays out longer and we can go outside after the Little Prince goes to sleep.  All of my friends were playing in the meadow and I gots to play with them, too.  I was so happy to get attenshun and see our friends in the kingdom that I a-startid to cry.  I rolled around crying at everyone's feet and cried and wept and whined with pure attenshunal joy.  Mummy said, "Cut it out, Milo, you act like I don't love you anymore," and all the dog owners said "Ohhhh, poor Milo, pooor pooooor Milo who has a new baby bruther at home and doesn't get enuff attenshun!" and they all rubbed my belly and gave me kisses and I cried some more.  The nayboors all said how funny I was, and Mummy tried to drag me away on the leash but I would not go so she literally dragged me as I was a-lying there, and everybuddy laffed and said I should be on that America's Funniest Videos show.  Mummy said, "He is funny because you don't have to live with him!"  And I said PFFFFT!!! to you, Mummy!!  I agree YES we should put ME, LITTLE KING MILO on that video show and make LOTS of money and share it with everyone in the kingdom and then everyone could be rich and not have to work and they could stay home with their dogs all day.  SEE, just like the SHEARING FESTIVAL from my last entry, I have more BRILLIUNT ideas!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The MILO SHEARING Festival</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/587745</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 May 2009 05:37:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Beleeve it or not, there is a sheep farm around here, and every year they have a SHEERING festyvul,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Beleeve it or not, there is a sheep farm around here, and every year they have a SHEERING festyvul, where they shave off the sheepies hair and make stuff out of it.  And I gess the fetsyvul is like a big party or something, where people walk around and eat food and buy sheepy toys and sheepy stufft aminals and there are bulloons shapt like sheepys and everything.  So you know I am very creative and smart and stuff, so I was thinking, why not have a Milo Sheering Festyvul???  Mummy always says that brushing my hair is like "sheep sheering," and that I have so much hair we could "make pillows out of it."  So we could have this big festyvul in honor of ME, LITTLE KING MILO, and we could put me up on a peddystull, and everyone could pay lots of money to come and see me get brushed, and then they could gather up my fur and make STUFF out of it, like pillows and blankies and stufft aminals and rugs and toothbrushes.  And then the little people will walk around with MILO BULLOONS and MILO TOYS and MILO STUFFT AMINALS and they will cry and say "Mommy I wish Milo was MY dog" and Mummy will be so proud and we will be rich and even the Little Prince can join in the fun and collect tickets and stuff.  I know, I am just a-full of great ideas, aren't I?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More Poetry for Mummy's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/587362</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 May 2009 17:48:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sunday was Mother's Day, and in honor of my faboolus Mummy, I thot I would write her a poem.  You kn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunday was Mother's Day, and in honor of my faboolus Mummy, I thot I would write her a poem.  You know I like poems and I happin to be somewhat of a poet, so here goes.  This one is called an AKROSTIK poem or something like that.  See, it spells MUMMY down the side, get it?

Makes me dinner every night
Under the bed is where she lets me sleep
Most of the time I am good for her
My mind cannot think of anuther M sentince
Yushually Mummy gets stuck cleening up my poopy.

Can you make an AKROSTIK poem about your Mummy, too?  I might make it look easy, but I asshure you it was diffykult.
Happy Mother's Day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Entry #3 (and you can't eat it)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/584939</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 May 2009 16:12:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hafta point out something funny to you.  You might have notist that I am not the greatest speller. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hafta point out something funny to you.  You might have notist that I am not the greatest speller.  I mean, being a king and a dog and with all the jobs I have and stuff, there's not a lot of time to lern propur grammer or spelling or whatever.  So anyway, you also know I have been trying hard to ketch up on my diary entrees, right?  Well, I lookt back at yesterday's entree and saw that it said, "ENTREE #2," and I was like, hey, that word is written on my Beneful dinner container, too:  ENTREE.  I love entrees, entrees are deelishus.  I know that word means DINNER.  So then I was all confoosed.  Mummy had to point out to me that my spelling was all wrong.  By entree I meant ENTRY.  And ENTREE means DINNER.  So then why isn't it spelled ONTRAY?  I mean, who is the bad speller here?!  How do the little people lern all this stuff?  Ridikulus.  It's so diffykult being me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Entree #2</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/584352</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 May 2009 11:49:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have nothing to say today, okay?  So goodbye.  I will see you in the next entree.

What do you m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have nothing to say today, okay?  So goodbye.  I will see you in the next entree.

What do you mean that doesn't count, Mummy?  It doesn't?  Why not?  I think it should and I am the king around here, so let's just let this one count, 'kay?  Now I do not owe our wonderfull friends 5 entrees, I owe them THREE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My End of the Bargin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/584350</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 May 2009 11:45:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says I have not been keeping up my end of the bargin.  I am not sher what a bargin is (i thot  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I have not been keeping up my end of the bargin.  I am not sher what a bargin is (i thot it was something you get in the pet store, like when all the Chrissmass toys go on sale and Santa buys a wholee bunch and puts them away for good lil Milo till next year) but anyway, she says it has to do with my diary entrees.  She says I agreed to write one entry a week (I did?), and that since I have not writtin since March 22nd, that means I owe you all 5 entrees (I do?).  So I best be gettin' startid.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Poem for Spring by Little King Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/572268</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:23:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In honor of spring, I thot I would recite a poem that I wrote for you.  Here goes!

CHIPMUNK by Li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In honor of spring, I thot I would recite a poem that I wrote for you.  Here goes!

CHIPMUNK by Little King Milo of Milo's Kingdom
(ahem...)
Little chipmunk
soft and brown
I want to chase you arownd the town

Baby birdie
spreading joy
You should be my squishy toy

Cute lil' bunny 
in the grass
I want to bite you 
on the

What, Mummy?  Why can't I finish my poem?  What do you mean, "inuhpropriate?"  I am just reciting a beeyootiful poem that I wrote about spring, and you tell me I can't do it?  This is censorship, I tell you.  Censorship!  Once again, I am outraged.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Diffykult Life by King Milo of Milo's Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/568345</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Mar 2009 19:13:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me tell you how diffykult my life is.  You know how I have many jobs in my life, right?  Not onl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell you how diffykult my life is.  You know how I have many jobs in my life, right?  Not only do I hafta run this kingdom, but I am also Chief BugHunter, Premiere Cheerer-Upper, Head Shedder, Offishul Rabbit Chaser and Formula Licker-Upper.  Now the Little Prince has startid to eat some solid foods (HOORAY!!!).  He had something called PASTEENA the other day, which is like leetle tiny pasta shaped like leetle tiny stars.  After he was done, Mummy said, "Okay, Milo, your job is to go around and lick up EVERY PEECE of pasteena that you see on the floor."  HOLY COW!!  I was like, Mummy, do you know how IMPOSSYBULL that is?  I am a DEKADE old now, I can't even SEE the pasteena!!  Geez.  Anyway, I tried my best, but I think that job was pffft!

The next job Mummy desididid to bestoy upon me was even MORE reedikulus.  Lately she has been talking with the other dog walkers in the kingdom about someone who has not been cleening up their dog's poopy.  I find this quite gross, because whoever it is has a dog who poops MOUNTINS.  Figures.  So there are poop mountins everywhere in the kingdom and no one can figure out who is responsibull.  So Mummy says to me, "Hey, Milo, is it possybull for you to smell the poopy and figure out who it belongs to?  Like would you know if it's Rottweiler poop or Rechreever poop or something like that?  Then we can find out who the culprit is!"  I lookt at Mummy like she was crazy. What's the deal, Mummy?   I am not a poopy magician!  Although, hey, that DOES sound kind of fun...but NO...I am NOT some majik poopy sniffer- oh, wait, I CAN tell wild poopy from dog poopy (like I know when it is rabbit poopy or fox poopy or something like that), so...maybe I AM a poopy magician?  Hmmm.  I do kind of like that title.  King Milo, Poopy Magician!!  Ta da!!  Okay, but that first job was really lame, right?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vinduhkayshun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/567234</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Mar 2009 06:51:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Why is it that every time a toy goes missing arownd here, I get blaymed??

The Little Prince lost  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why is it that every time a toy goes missing arownd here, I get blaymed??

The Little Prince lost his ducky toy (whom I affekshunitly call Qwak-Qwak) and what does Mummy do?  Immediuhtly she starts yelling, "MILO!  Where is that ducky?"  "I am going to look under the bed Milo, and if I find that ducky there, you are in trubble!"  Blah, blah, blah this went on for like a half an hour or  something.  "Milo, if you took that ducky you are the lowest of the low!"  "How could you, Milo?  I mean, REALLY!  He's a baby!!"  I just stared at her thinking, "REALLY, Mummy, I don't like these akyouzashuns."

It is true that I wanted the sqweeky toy that the Little Prince had.  Qwak-Qwak was yellow, and he kept a-chewing on it and a-making it sqweek and it was so speshul looking.  BUT I DID NOT TAKE IT!!  Mummy found it later on the changing table.  

So I am asking for an apologee in written form as well as verbul.  Also, I will rekqire an extra helping of dinner and at LEEST four table skraps before I will even CONSIDER forgivingness.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Toy Eliminashun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/562779</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 08:08:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy sat down in front of Toy Mountain yesturday and she said, &quot;Milo, we need to cleen out this toy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy sat down in front of Toy Mountain yesturday and she said, "Milo, we need to cleen out this toy baskit."  And I thot, "GRATE idea, Mummy!  Let's reorgunize.  I was thinking something alfabetikal or color codid..."  But that's NOT what she had in mind.  She startid sorting my toys into two piles.  One pile was just toys, the other pile was toys of queschunable character.  Some were missing limbs or had guts sticking out.  Others were dubbles of other toys or brokin with missing skweekers.  I lookt at Mummy and thot, "Okay, well, I hadnt planned on orgunizing THAT way, but if you insist..."  A few minnits later, I come to realize that Mummy is not ORGUNIZING my toys, she is TARGITING them for ELIMINASHUN!  The pile in queschun was the THROW AWAY pile!  *GASP*!  Is this what it comes down to?  I could not allow such blatint toy wastage.  So when Mummy's head was turned, I grabbed one of the throw away toys and ran off with it.  When she turned away again, I grabbed anuther, until finalee Mummy realized what I was doing.  And you all know what she said, right?  "Milo, WHAT are you doing?"  Oh, she tried to retreeve the toys I took, but I had alreddy stashed many of them upstairs under the bed ("The Panic Room" for you old school readers).  See, you always have to be one step ahed in this kingdom, I tell you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What am I doing?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/561324</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 08:28:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/561324</guid>
		<description>Want to know a question that I hear a lot?  Mummy is constantlee saying to me, &quot;Milo, what are you d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Want to know a question that I hear a lot?  Mummy is constantlee saying to me, "Milo, what are you doing?" but she can say it in many diffrint ways, like this:

"Milo, what are you DOING?" 
"What are you DOING, Milo?"
"MILO!  What are you doing?"
"Milo, WHAT are you doing?"
"What ARE you doing, Milo?"

Mummy says this is because I am always up to something.  I see it as taking care of bizniss.  I always have stuff to do, and Mummy seems to ketch me doing it oftin.  For example, the other day I was throwing my toys down the stairs one by one so that they would become trappt by the baby gate that Mummy had placed at the foot of the stairs.  This way, not only was I trappt, but now my toys were trappt, too, banisht forever between the last stair and the gate.  Made me feel better about being stuck upstairs.  

And then there was the time I was standing on my two hind legs, licking the Little Prince's high chair when he was not even in it.  This is what I called "killing two skwirrels with one slingshot" because I was effektifly CLEENING the Little Prince's high chair, AND getting myself a mini meal in process.  You see how I can moolti-task?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Return of the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/558657</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Feb 2009 13:09:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/558657</guid>
		<description>Dah dah dah DAH!!!!!!  Hear that?  That's the sound of a leetle gray kitty wearing a jester hat and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dah dah dah DAH!!!!!!  Hear that?  That's the sound of a leetle gray kitty wearing a jester hat and blowing a trumpit in honor of my triumfint return to Dogster!!!  Go ahed, roll out the red carpit, for  I, little King Milo of Milo's Kingdom, AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I know you all were thinking that the Little Prince arrived, so that was the end of me, and that maybe Mummy did not love me anymore or sold me into slavery or whatever, but this simply isn't true at all.  I have just been really, really, bizzy taking care of my new little bruther and running this kingdom.  That's no easy task, you know.  I have so many roles to fill.  I have said it before.  Not only am I King, but I am also the bug hunter, offishul cheerer-upper, champion licker, toy collector, food scrap eater, poopy maker and loyal cumpaniyon around here.   Now I have NEW dooties which include "formula licker-upper," "stroller protektor" (also known as "chariot protector") and  "night watchman."  

Rumors also swirled about me being trappt in the castle and never going anywhere or taking walks anymore.  The trooth is, it is SO DARNED COLD here that I don't even WANT to go outside!!  My poopy turns to ice blocks before it even hits the grownd!  When I peepee, it immedeeutly freezes and all you here are the sound of peepee cubes hitting the sidewalk!!  Who wants to deel with that nonsense?  So when we DO go outside, I don't mess around.  It's 1-2-3 and then I am back inside in my safe warm kingdom.  So there's not much to write about because of that.

On nicer days, Mummy and I walk the Little Prince thru the kingdom, but it tends to be very quiet.  I used to walk with Mummy at a popular hour, and we had lots of loyal subjekts to soshulize with.  Now when we walk, it's youshually just the three of us.  And I say, so be it!  I can keep better tabs on this kingdom that way anyway.  It will just make for harder diary entries.  What on earth will we write about?  Eh, I'm sher something will come up each week.  It always does!!

So I hope that helps dispell all the rumers of my demise.  King Milo is still the grand high ruler of the kingdom, and don't you forget it, peoples!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Dekade Bash!!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/556022</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 05:52:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Welcome to the PARTAY!!!  I don't know what to call this one.  Maybe, &quot;Milo's Dekade Bash?&quot;  Since I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Welcome to the PARTAY!!!  I don't know what to call this one.  Maybe, "Milo's Dekade Bash?"  Since I am now ten years old and all, I plan to use that word a lot:  DEKade DEKade DEKade DEKade!!  I am TEN!!!!

So Mummy made leetle cuppycakes for everyone, help-a-yourself!  You'll also see my jinormus birthday cake over there, too.  Mummy even made a sign for it!

We have to have snow games this year, since nothing has meltid yet.  Unfartunatly, I do NOT like the snow, so I will observ from the window.  We have snow digging,  snow eating, snow rolling, and a prize for the best snow fart (Mummy says I am spelling this wrong, but I know SHE is wrong.  When you build a little building out of snow, it is called a snow FART.  And you can hide in the fart and throw snowballs at your enemenies.  Mummy doesn't know what she is talking abowt.  I am a DEKade old, after all, and I know these things).

Everyone please enjoy yourselfs and eat and drink and be merry.  Please just be a-careful of The Little Prince, who will be in his jumparoo ALL DAY.  Well, okay, maybe not all day, but for a little while.

HAPPY DEKADE BIRTHDAY TO ME, LIL' KING MILO WHO IS TEN ALL DAY TODAY AND UNTIL NEXT YEAR WHEN I WILL BE (is there a speshul word for elevin?)...A DEKADE PLUS ONE!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (well, tomorrow anyways)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/555767</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Feb 2009 12:06:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/555767</guid>
		<description>TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did you hear me?  I am really not quite sher if I s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did you hear me?  I am really not quite sher if I said it loud enuff.  Let me try again:

TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't think that just because I have not been on Dogster lately that I am going to give up celibrating my BIG DAY.  Nopey nopes.  Tomorrow I will be having a big bash, complete with dancing kitties and squirrelies serving peanuts to all my guests.  So I hope you will swing by.

I am also gearing up for my BIG DIARY ENTRY RETURN!!  Mummy says she wants me to write once a week.  I can do that.  Will you read my entries if I write once a week?  I hope so.  Maybe all of my Dogster friends are mad that I have been gone so long and they won't want to read about my fabulus life anymore.  I hope that isn't true.

Anyway, Mummy is making cuppycakes for my birthday.  Let me know if you want one and I will pass one over to you.  Mummy makes really YUMMY cuppycakes, too!!

Can you gess how old I will be?  Okay, don't gess, I will just tell you.  I will be TEN!!!  TEN YEARS OLD!!!  That is a whole dekade.  Mummy says that is very speshul.  Even the Little Prince is not a DEKADE old yet!  That is why I have all of these gray hairs on my head.  Mummy says that makes me disTINGwisht.  I don't even know what that means, but it sounds good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Still Here, All Right?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/551255</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:10:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/551255</guid>
		<description>Hullo friends!  I know you might be thinking I fell off the face of the earth, but I did NOT.  I am  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hullo friends!  I know you might be thinking I fell off the face of the earth, but I did NOT.  I am still here.  Just wantid to let you know that.  I PROMISS I will write a new diary entree soon.  I do have a lot to say (Mummy says I do it LOWDLY, too), so I can't wait to compoze my update.

Anyway, just didn't want you all to think "Ohhhh, poooor Miloooo, the baybee has taken over his life!"  Cause that just wouldn't be true.

So stay tuned for the RETURN OF THE KING!  Or something like that.  Yes, feel free to blow a trumpet or a horn or whatever if you want.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Since the Little Prince</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/511685</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Oct 2008 04:07:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK so I won't lie.  Things have been tuff around here since the Little Prince has arrived. I still h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK so I won't lie.  Things have been tuff around here since the Little Prince has arrived. I still haven't quite gotten used to him being here, even tho it has been 10 weeks alreddy.  I don't like when he cries, and I can get myself very worked up during feeding time.  Sometimes I jump up and try to grab at The Little Prince's feet when Mummy is holding him.  I don't know why I do that- I gess because he looks so fun to play with, like a little dolly or something.  But when Mummy is home alone with The Little Prince and me (which is every day) she gets fruschrated with me and sometimes has to put me upstairs.  Hmph!  Like a prisoner in my own castle!

And sometimes I make bad mistakes.  Like yesterday I was following right on Mummy's heels when the Little Prince was crying.  I wasn't watching where I was going and I got a-tangled in the wire that was hanging down from the shelf.  This wire was charging Mummy's digytal camera, so when I got cot in it, the camera came a-crashing down to the floor.  It made a loud BANG and left a big dent in the hard wood, and the Little Prince got so a-scared that he startid screaming and Mummy was MAD and she sent me upstairs (well, she didn't have to SEND me upstairs, I just RAN up there coz I alreddy knew I was in trubble as soon as the camera hit the floor).

One thing I do well with the Little Prince is walking.  I like taking walks with Mummy and the Little Prince when he rides in his mini chariot.  An older couple walkt by us the other day and the man said to Mummy, "That dog looks very proud to be walking with you."  And that is so very true!  I wish we had more to write about after these walks, but our schedule has changed since the Little Prince.  We don't walk at the same times as the other dogs in the kingdom anymore.  We don't see many people or dogs at the times when we walk now (Mummy always says it is just us and the squirrels).  In fact, I would vencher to say that the kingdom looks down right deserted when we walk.  That can be kinda lonely sometimes, but as long as I have Mummy and she has me and we've got the Little Prince, then that's all that matters.  Isn't it?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back to the Net Vet Harlot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/497896</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 05:56:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/497896</guid>
		<description>If you read my last diary entry then you know all about the prostytoot that was working at my vet's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you read my last diary entry then you know all about the prostytoot that was working at my vet's offis (if you don't believe me, go back and read the entry for yourself!).  Well, Mummy vowed NEVER to take me back to that GROSS PLACE AGIN!  But the other day when she woke up, the Little Prince had the diareer and he had to go to his own doktor.  I came downstairs to see what all of the fuss was about and Mummy yelped, "OH MY GOSH!  What happind to YOU, Milo??"  Turns out my left eye was all a-big and a-swollen up, like I had been in a fight (and I swear I wasn't in any fights, honist).  Because Mummy had to go to the baby doktor and my doktor in one day, she decidid to take me back to the old vet, back to the house of harlots!  It is close to our kingdom (we could walk to it).  All in all, being back at that vet wasn't that excititing really.  I expectid to see something gross or maybe some reparters lingering around with TV cameras, but it was just the same old vet with a new recepshunist lady.  Oh, and my eye...Well, I either got a-stung by a spidder or a bee, or I have a tooth AB-sess (whatever the heck THAT is).  I am on aunty biotiks until it goes away.  Mummy has all kinds of names for me.  She calls me "Rocky" and "Apollo Creed" and "Scarface."  Deddy calls me "prison shanks" or something like that.  I am not so handsome right now, let me tell you.  But I kind of like this ruff side of myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More about the Doktor/Prostytoot Place</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/492521</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Aug 2008 14:39:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/492521</guid>
		<description>Since you all enjoyed my story about the prostytoot at my doktor offis, I thot I would share the new ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since you all enjoyed my story about the prostytoot at my doktor offis, I thot I would share the news repart with you from NBC.  Click on the link below to see a luverly pikcher of Cathy, the vet tech who had nakid butts on the exam tables or something like that.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.wnbc.com/news/17038989/detail.html">ReadAllAboutIt!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Operation Net-Vet-Harlot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/490200</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Aug 2008 04:31:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/490200</guid>
		<description>I have news for you, and it has nothing to do with the Little Prince (although there are many storie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have news for you, and it has nothing to do with the Little Prince (although there are many stories to tell you about him and my BAD behavior, as Mummy calls it.  But we'll save those for another time).  I am getting a NEW DOKTOR!  This might not sound excititing to you, but it is to me.  I never liked my doktor much anyway.  You might ne asking, "why the new doktor, Milo?  Why change now?"  Well, allow me to explain.

Mummy came home from her own doktor appointmint the other day and told us she saw news vans down the street.  Our kingdom is pritty small, so I was surprized to hear that.  Later on that night, we saw my vet's office on TV!  Wowee!  I was excititid.  My doktor office was famiss!  Mummy then said it was not a good kind of famiss.  She said Cathy, the vet tek and recepshunist, was arrestid by the pohlice!  Hmmm.  Cathy didn't seem like the type to get in trubble with the pohlice men, so I was curious what had happind.  It turns out that Cathy, the nice vet tek lady, was a "prostytoot."  I am not sher what this is, but Mummy says it is bad.  She said Cathy was bringing her custumers into the vet's office at night when no one was around.  She said they were using the exam rooms.  I do not know what any of this means, except that I will never be going back there again.  Mummy says I will not be examind on a table where naked butts might have been.  The pohlice had been on Cathy's case for a long time.  They called their case "Operation Net-Vet-Harlot."  What is a harlot?

Anyway, since my doktor office was full of naked butts and prostytoots, I will not be going back there.  Just another day in the life of Milo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Little Prince is here!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/489073</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Aug 2008 18:25:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/489073</guid>
		<description>MY BABY BRUTHER HAS ARRIVED!!  The Little Prince is finally here.  He was born on July twenty-farth  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ MY BABY BRUTHER HAS ARRIVED!!  The Little Prince is finally here.  He was born on July twenty-farth and he was 9 POUNDS!!  That's half of my weight!  Mummy is not feeling very good now.  She has a lot of recuvering to do because she had an emergencee c-sekshun after "12 howrs of laber."  I do not know what this means, but I think it means the Little Prince was too big to come out. And now she has an infekshun, so she is not feeling good.

I like The Little Prince but he makes a lot of weird noises and this upsets me a lot.  I get very excititid around him and this fruschrates Mummy.  Mummy has been getting mad at me a lot.  I wish I could control how crazy I get, but sometimes it just happens, like Jekyll and Hide Mummy says.  

So hopefully I will lern to behave a little better around the Little Prince.  I just want to play with him all the time and lick his head and "I don't know when to stop" (according to Mummy).  And I gess my barking all the time doesn't help either.  Sigh.  It's hard to be good!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taking Advantij</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/485364</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 10:42:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/485364</guid>
		<description>Mummy says I have been taking adVANtij lately.  I'm not sher what an advantij is, but I know I do ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I have been taking adVANtij lately.  I'm not sher what an advantij is, but I know I do take a lot of things I am not supposto.  She says that when we go on our walks, I have been taking advantij of her slow and preg-a-nint pace.  Because she can't walk fast I tend to stop at every tree and every bush, and sometimes I wander too far ahed because I know she can't pull me back.  But she can't stay mad at me for long.  Yesterday she skoldid me for taking the advantij again, but then we walkt down the sidewalk and came akross the coolest BUG I have ever seen (and you know how I LOVE BUGS).  It was big and shiny and greenish colored.  Mummy said it was a CI-KAY-DUH.  It was buzzing and spinning around the sidewalk like it was a-dying or something.  If you have never seen a cicada, I will tell you that they are kinda UGLY and they are about as big as a golf ball.  They make a REALLY loud noise that you can hear all over the place on hot days.  I had never seen a live one this close up before and I SOOOOO wantid to eat it, but Mummy wouldn't let me.  I spun it around for a while and I let it tickle my nose, but just when I would go to chomp it, Mummy would squeel, "No!  Don't eat it!"  (she said she couldn't handle seeing me squish into a bug that size)  She was laffing so hard because she said I was very funny playing with the cicada.  Just another one of my many jobs, you see!  And it's not easy making a preg-a-nint Mummy laff these days.

Are you keeping trak?  My little bruther is supposto be born in 9 days.  I think he has been baking long enuff.  It's getting ridikulus!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting Around the Kingdom, New Carpit, and Bug Huntin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/481287</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:15:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mummy has been going a little stir crazy lately.  It is too hot for her to go outside most of the ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy has been going a little stir crazy lately.  It is too hot for her to go outside most of the time during the day.  My new baby bruther is supposto be here in abowt two weeks (GEEZ!  Isn't he done baking yet??  He's been in there for like a whole year!), and Mummy is still taking me for my daily walks (early morning and evening, when it is cooler outside).  She walks reallllly slowly, but we still make it.  Every time.  Remember, I am the reason her buttox has not gotten any bigger!

Anyway, we have seen some funny things on our walks the past two days.  There is a new dog in the kingdom and his name is Porkchop.  Porkchop is a little yorkie with a big mouth and an even bigger attytood.  But I like the guy.  He's got spunk.  Yesterday we saw his owners ride by on bicycles.  To our surprise, Porkchop was also riding with them, in this little rainbow colored cart attached to the back of one of the bikes.  He barked at us as they rolled by, and I thot, "Dood, are you serious?"  

The day before yesterday we saw our friend Jerri.  Jerri used to own poor Stormin Norman, who lost his life on the big, wide road, when he ran out in front of some cars (you can read about it in an old diary entry of mine.  It was quite traumatic for us all).  Now Jerri has a cool dog named Jethro who was in Hurrykane Kachrina and has healed all the wounds from Stormin Norman's deth.  Anyway, while we were walking the other day (or waddling, as Mummy calls it), Jerri pulled up in her car and Jethro was in the backseat.  She said she was taking him to the drug store to get him some Immodium-AD because had the diareer.  As they drove away, Mummy said to me, "Why did Jethro have to go with her?"  and she started to laff.

We gots new carpit in our house.  At first I did not like it because it no longer smelled like ME, the little KING, but now I think it's pretty cool.  I like that it is very soft and squishy.  When the carpit men came to install it, they left the front door open for a while, and lots of flies came in.  Mummy and Deddy were very proud of me, because I cot ALL of the flies.  There were four total.  I cot two on the first day, and two the next day.  I am the SOOPREEM BUG HUNTER.  I track them, ketch them in my mouth (maiming them), and spit them out.  Then Mummy comes and smooshes them, and I youshually get a biskit.

So I hope my new bruther will get here soon.  If he bakes in Mummy's belly any longer, isn't he going to come out overdone?  Like all crispy and everything?  That could be kind of icky.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Down the Chipmunk Hole</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/479031</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Jul 2008 14:40:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and Deddy have a nice vechtable gardin, but unfartunately, a little chipmunk keeps coming alon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and Deddy have a nice vechtable gardin, but unfartunately, a little chipmunk keeps coming along and picking the cherry tomahtos off the vine.  He even dug a little hole next to the gardin where he lives.  Deddy said, "Milo, can't you do something?"  And I said, "What do you want me to do?  I am a bug hunter by trade, you know."  I don't know anything about ketching rodints.  I must admit, I do not LIKE chipmunks.  I do not LIKE that high piched squeeking sound they make.  But I don't know how to ketch them.  Believe me, I have tried.  But I figered Deddy was right and that it was my JOB as KING and TERRIER  and ALMOST BIG BRUTHER around this kingdom to put a stop to this chipmunkism.

So this morning when Mummy let me outside for a peepee, I went straight to the gardin.  When Mummy saw me peeing, she said, "MILO!  Are you peeing on the gardin?!" and she walkt outside to check.  But then she startid to laff because she saw that I was lifting my leg and peeing right into the chipmunk's hole!  Mummy gasped and said, "Deddy will be so proud!"  Akchualee, I was quite proud of myself.  That  was some good aiming!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Hair Farmer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/470716</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 13:47:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Did you know that one of my many dooties includes being a hair farmer?  Yup, Mummy says I am really  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you know that one of my many dooties includes being a hair farmer?  Yup, Mummy says I am really good at it, too.  I grow tons of fur that just falls off in sheets and balls all over the house and onto your clothes.  When I run up or down the stairs, a cloud of hair follows.  I am qwite proud of my hair, too.  It is fine and white, like cat hair, and it grinds itself into the fiber of fabriks, unable to be removed unless you pick it out with your fingernails.

I don't like to be brushed much.  Mummy said it doesn't do much good anyway because the hair NEVER STOPS COMING OFF.  When she brushes me, I like to roll arownd in my own fur on the grownd, trying to put it back on.  It never works, tho.

Anyway, all was well in the fur growing world until Mummy bot this new thing called a FURMINATOR.  Sounds skary, right?  Akchualee, it's not so bad.  It looks like something you might find in Deddy's tool box, like a tool for putting putty on a wall or something, but there is a fine comb on the end.  It feels good when Mummy brushis me with it.  Mummy has fallen in love with this Furminator.  She says it is the anser to her prayers (and I thot I was the anser to her prayers!).  My hair comes off in sheets with this thing, and all I have to do is sit there.  And I must admit I feel quite svelt when it's all done.  My hair is smooth and soft, and I am surrounded by pillows of my own hair all over the grownd!  Mummy says it removes so much hair from my body that we can probubly take the hair and make little fur animuls out of it.  Deddy says all of the excess fur is going to morph and turn itself into another dog.  So far it hasn't done anything but stick to the grass in the backyard.  We are waiting for it to blow away, but there is so much of it that it might take a few days.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Familee Affare</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/468134</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:06:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last week Deddy came with us to the dokter's office.  This is a BIG DEAL because Deddy has never bee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last week Deddy came with us to the dokter's office.  This is a BIG DEAL because Deddy has never been to the vet with us before!  Mummy was happy to have him come, because since she is a-preg-a-nent, she can't pick me up anymore.  I gess I am too hevvy or something.  So she was glad to have Deddy there to hold me, espeshulee when I had to get shots.  There is nothing else exciting to say abowt that vet visit, except that I got wayed on a scale, too.  Last year I was 17.5 pownds, and this year I was 17.6 pownds!  So I gained a little.  I must cut back on all those pretzels.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Livin' Up to My Motto</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/468133</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Jun 2008 12:03:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you look above, you can see that my forum motto is &quot;All good things come from Milo.&quot;  Mummy made  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you look above, you can see that my forum motto is "All good things come from Milo."  Mummy made that up, because she says it is so very true.  She said when she bot me from the mean and horrybull pet store, only good things followed.  She said because of me she lernt responsibilitee, uncundishunul love, and got lots of exersize.  She met new friends on our walks, and lernt what it was like to have a dog who was an internet sensashun!  She got to see me on the big skreen when I was in FIREHOUSE DOG, and she saw how my little face tuched all of her little people stoodents.

Mummy says my motto is even more true now than it ever was.  She says because of me, her buttox has not gotten any bigger.  She says sometimes that happens to women who are going to have little babees.  She said sometimes not only their bellies get bigger, but their buttoxes and bodies get bigger, too!  Mummy says because she still walks me twice a day, her body has stayed the same size, and so has her buttox.  When people tell her she looks good for being 8 months preg-a-nent, she says, "It is because of Milo."  And I am very prowd to have helpt out with Mummy's buttox.  However, I can't say the same for her belly.  I think the little prince might come out shaped like a wattermelon or a basketball or something.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Truth About Black Ferrill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/463075</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 May 2008 05:48:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As you know, Spring is upon us, soon to be followed by my favrit seeson of all, Summer!  But the com ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As you know, Spring is upon us, soon to be followed by my favrit seeson of all, Summer!  But the coming of spring also brings the coming of EVIL, and it appeers in the form of a huge, hairy black cat who I call BLACK FERRILL.  If you've read any of my past diary entries, then you know who Ferrill is.  He wanders our kingdom, looking for small, helpless animuls to kill (such as baybee bunnies , skwirrels, and birds).  He hisses at passerby and fears no one.  If Mummy sees his black shadow creep akross our pateeo, she calls out, "FERRILL!" and I come a-runnin' to bark at him and chase him away.  We call him Black Ferrill because we always thot he was a "ferrill" cat (which means he doesn't have a home and just lives in the wild).  Up till now we always beleeved that was true.  

The other day, our nayboor Soosan told us she had to visit people in the kingdom to talk to them about board elekshuns.  I do not know what this means, but I think it is because Soosan is one of my royal advizers or something and she has to help run the nayboorhood by elekting people to my counsil or something.  Anyway, she said she got to a house akross the medow, and when she rang the doorbell and the lady opened the door, OUT ran BLACK FERRILL!  Soosan said she wasn't sher if it was him at first, but after she left the house, Ferrill ran across her path with a BABY BUNNY IN HIS MOUTH (oh, that was him, all righty).  Soosan yelld at Ferrill and he dropt the bunny (shoking- because he doesn't youshualy listen to anyone).  Soosan reskued the baby and gave it to animul control who took care of it or something.

After some reserch, Soosan discuvered that Black Ferrill has been harrassing people all over the kingdom for years!  So we are not the only ones.  There have been many cumplaints about him killing small animuls in the nayborhood.  So the Royal Counsil or whatever it is that Soosan belongs to, is going to try to get his owner to control him a little bit or something.  An inturesting twist to the Black Ferrill saga, but I am certin we have not seen the last of his evil blackness.  Don't you agree?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Latist Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/463073</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 May 2008 05:36:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So here's the latist update!

Mummy and I were walking the other day and an old lady pulled up nex ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So here's the latist update!

Mummy and I were walking the other day and an old lady pulled up next to us in her car.  We thot she was going to ask for direkshuns, but she didn't roll down her windo.  Insted, she pointed at me, made an "OK" sign with her fingers, smiled, and then gave the thumbs up.  Then she drove away.  Mummy said that was the lady's way of saying she liked me or something.  Mummy thot it was pritty funny.

I have been suffering from some emberressing shedding lately.  Anyone who is anyone knows that I shed (and I suppoze that is an understatemint - I let loose a daylooge of hair on a daily basis).  Deddy calls me a "hair farmer."  Since summer is coming, there are clumps of hair falling off my buttox, and I am not too happy abowt it.  Mummy calls me "lumpy butt."  Visitors to our kingdom should be forwarned (the other day an inshurince man had to come to the house.  Mummy lookt out the window and saw him coming and yelled to Deddy, "The inshurince man is here and he's wearing a black suit - ha ha ha ha ha!"  He apparintly didn't know any better).  So today I am supposto have a full brushing and polishing.  We'll see if that works.  

Mummy had a "shower" for my soon-to-be little bruther.  I remember she had one of those when she got merried to Deddy.  She brot home soooo many beeyoteeful things, and unfartunatly, none of them were for me!  I really, really liked some of the toys.  I espeshully like the mobeel that will hang in The Little Prince's krib.  Mummy put it together, and when it started spinning around, I tried to bite the little animuls.  Who can resist spinning, squishy animuls?  I am hoping that when my little bruther is born, he will let me play with his toys, since Mummy won't let me tuch any of them right now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Garage Sale Tale</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/459238</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 May 2008 17:40:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday was the town-wide garage sale at Ant lara's house.  Mummy and Deddy took two carlodes full  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday was the town-wide garage sale at Ant lara's house.  Mummy and Deddy took two carlodes full of our stuff to the sale.  They said the goal was to "bring nothing back!"  I thot fer sher that I would be banisht from attending this event, but for some reeson, Mummy agreed to let me come!  I was so excitidid the marning of the sale.  First off, I looove garages.  Sometimes when we are on our daily walks I will try to run into people's garages if they leave the door open.  Mummy says I am fassinated with them because we don't have one.  I think I just like the way they smell or something.  Anyway, since I am a lover of fine garages, I thot a garage sale would be FUN!  

Mummy had the car loded and reddy and said, "Okay, Milo, let's go take a quick peepee before we go!" so she walkt me to the corner for a seemingly quick peepee run.  Well, if you have read my diary entries in the past, then you know I am also a  lover of wild poopy.  Deer poopy, fox poopy, rabbit poopy- I have rolled in the best!  So when I found wild poopy on the sidewalk - right there on the sidewalk!- I couldn't resist.  I shmeered my head right in it.  Mummy squeeled and yanked me away, but it was too late.  I had a blackish brown smooshy smear on the side of my head.  Now I was reddy for the garage sale!

Needless to say, we were a little late getting to the sale.  Mummy had to have Deddy put me in the kichen sink , and then they used the thing that you spray the dishes with to wash my head off.  I did not like it one bit.  I had purpusly chosen to wear eau de poopy colone to the garage sale, and they were foiling my plan.

When we finally did get to the sale, I had lodes of fun!  That's because I refoosed to stay in Aunt Lara's backyard with my crazy cousins PeeWee and JB.  I demanded to be front and center at all times (in front of the garage, of corse).  Mummy said it was like babysitting a toddler (which she is going to need to do someday full time, so aren't I just giving her praktiss?).  She held my leash in one hand all day and dealt with customers with the other hand.  When she had to walk to the money box or help someone, I was always in her other hand.  I met lots of people, too.  Some of them were nice, and they pettitid me and said "Is he the old one?"  (I gess PeeWee is not as gray as I am or something.  I think gray hair makes me look distingwished)  There was also a little boy person named Trever who came over and hugged me with both arms.  Mummy held her breath for a sekund because she was not sher what I was going to do with him wrappt around my neck like that, but I remembered that I was in BIG BRUTHER TRAINING, so I licked Trever back.  He tasted like Goldfish crackers.  Mummy was very prowd of me.

When we got home (and we DID sell EVERYTHING!!) I was pooped.  I fell fast asleep and dremt of wild poopy, little bruthers, and goldfish crackers in a garage.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Bruther Training</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/452733</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 19:49:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'll bet you are all thinking:  &quot;Poor leetle Milo, he does not write as many diary entrees anymore b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'll bet you are all thinking:  "Poor leetle Milo, he does not write as many diary entrees anymore because his Mummy is having a leetle baby person."  Well that is a lode of bull-oney!  I have been toadally busy because I have been in BIG BRUTHER TRAYNING!  Here is what I have been doing to prepare for my new little bruther:
1- Stroller praktis:  Mummy has a stroller thingie that she is going to use to carry my baby bruther around.  Aparently he is going to want to come on walks with us.  I said, "Maybe he will want to stay at home while we walk?" but Mummy said no.  So anyway, Mummy and I have been praktissing walking with the stroller.  Mummy says I walk really well next to the stroller.  I am a prowd big bruther.  
2- Car seat praktiss:  Mummy got me a speshul car seat just for me!  It looks like a little box and it hangs on the back of the hedrest.  I wear a dumb uglee harniss (I don't like that part) that keeps me in the box.  Deddy calls it my "Gobble Box."  Then I will be able to ride in the car with Mummy and my baby bruther and no one has worry about me jumping all over the baby or whatever.  
3-Walking Praktiss:  Mummy says there might be a "short peeriud of time" when she can't walk me after the baby is born, so Deddy or Gramma O might have to do it.  She has been training Deddy to hold my leesh the right way and not let me pull him down the street.  She is having a hard time letting him do this.  When we walk together at night now she always grabs the leesh back from him and says "Let me do it!" so I think he has a lot more training to do.
4- No Pooping in the Nursree Praktiss:  Okay, so I must admit I left my new bruther a smelly presint in his new room alreddy and Mummy was soooo not happy about that.  I said, "But Mummy there is going to be lots of  poopy in this room evenchualee," but she didn't seem to want to hear it.  Now there is a gate in front of the nursree so I can't go n there no more.  Oh well.

So you see, I am still here and I am still impartant, and I am still King.  My little bruther (the little prince) will not change the love that Mummy has for me.  No siree.  She says it's all abowt sharin' the love.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Baby Test Drive</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/442451</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:19:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When Mummy and Deddy bot their new car last summer, they took it for a test drive before they took i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When Mummy and Deddy bot their new car last summer, they took it for a test drive before they took it home.  So I thot, what a good idea!  I told Mummy, "I would like to take a BABY for a test drive, to see if I will like being a big bruther." Mummy thot this was a good idea, too.  So she emailed my ex-girlfriend Emma's mommy to see if she wanted to come over with her new little baby person (Emma used to live down the street from me.  She moved away right before her mommy gave birth to a new little baby person, a boy named PARker).  So Emma's mommy came over to the kingdom and she brot her baby PARker so I could take him for a test drive.  The first thing I notisst about him was that he smellt like food, and I thot that was a good thing.  So I licked his hand and his face and he skweeled like a piglet and laffed.  Not so bad, right?  Then he started running all over the house and pikt up my toys and threw them to me!  I thot that was GREAT!  I brot toys to PARker and he brot toys to me and we played TOGETHER! ( I knockt him down once but that was todally an aksident and he didn't seem to mind anyway.)  So I have decididid that this baby bisness might not be so bad after all.  I will have a playmate who smells like food and makes high piched noises.  I would never have known this if I did not take that baby for a test drive!

I am sher you are all wondering if I am going to have a bruther or a sister.  Well, Deddy and I have been doing little danses of happyniss because Mummy is having a BOY!!!  That means he will have a little weewee just like me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Techno Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/438275</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:38:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow!  Thanks to all my pals who left me speshul presints here on Dogster just because I am going to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  Thanks to all my pals who left me speshul presints here on Dogster just because I am going to be a big bruther!  I didn't reahlize I'd get prezints!!!  A little baybee person sher does mean lotsa good stuff.  Tomorrow we find out if I will be having a bruther or a sister.

Anyway, Happy St. Peddy's Day, everybuddy!  Wanna hear something cool?  I am being feechered on a speshul website called Ultra Kawaii!  ("Kawaii" means "really cute" in jopaneese)  The peeple who run Ultra Kawaii saw my hyoomiliating St. Peddy's Day foto (the one of me with the hat on) and askt if they could use it on their site.  I said SHER!  So if you visit <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.ultrakawaii.com/">ultrakawaii.com</a>you can see my foto flash during their speshul St. Peddy's day viddy-oh.  The REALLY neat thing is that this website runs their show on Tivo.  Do you know what Tivo is?  Deddy says Tivo is one of the best things on earth, next to bananas and prime rib.  Tivo is something you use to make tellyvishun easier to use.  Anyway, if your Tivo is hookt up to your computer, then you can view Tivocasts, which are kinda like Podcasts for your TV (I know a lot for a little dog, don't I?).  So now we can even see the Ultra Kawaii show on our Tivo.  I WILL BE ON TIVO!!!  Ha!  Mummy said it would be really cool if people could see me in their iPods.  I am a dog of the new millenneeum, that's for sher!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Little Prince</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/436077</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:31:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For years I was known around here as THE BABY MILO.  Mummy would say, &quot;How is the Baby Milo today?&quot;  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For years I was known around here as THE BABY MILO.  Mummy would say, "How is the Baby Milo today?"  and she would tell people, "I am buying this toy for The Baby Milo."  As I got bigger I became known as KING MILO or THE LITTLE KING or LIL' KING MILO.  That is what you know me as today.  I used to be pritty defensif over my Baby Milo title, tho.  I would not have wanted any other baybees around here, just as I would not want any other kings.  When my ex-girlfriend Emma's mommy had a brand new little baybee person, I told Emma her life was over and that she would never be numero uno again!  But that was a long time ago.  I'd like to think I am a lot wiser now, like a lil' Booda king.  Now I know that the little baybee people can't be all that bad.  Espeshulee since MUMMY IS HAVING ONE!!!  Yup, it's true.  My Mummy has this big fat belly and there is akchualee a little baybee person GROWING inside of there!  Who knew?  Gross, right?  Anyway, everyone likes to put their two cents in now.  "Oh, Milo is not going to be number one anymore!" and, "Oh, what is Milo going to do with a little baybee in the house?"  Well lissen here, people!  It just so happins that I will make a GREAT big bruther!  Mummy says she has a lot of  faith in me!  I am EXCITUTDID about having a little bruther or sister (altho I would prefer a little bruther - and don't tell Mummy, but I think Deddy would, too).  It will be my Little Prince (okay, or Prinsess) and I alreddy have lots of stuff I am going to teech it.  I can teech it to burp and fart and shed (wait- do baybees shed?).  Maybe I will even share my toys (okay, I said maybe about that one).  So how about them apples?  We're going to have a little baybee person in this kingdom!  Well, not until August.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What is THAT?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/426761</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 12:13:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In case you are wondering why I don't write as many diary entrees anymore, there are two reasons.  O ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In case you are wondering why I don't write as many diary entrees anymore, there are two reasons.  One is that since Dogster upgraded, Mummy has trubble getting onto their site from our handy dandy laptop.  And sometimes the pages don't load right.  So that can be fruschrating.  Second, there is not much to work with here in the kingdom!  Youshually, I write about the marvelus advenchers I have on our walks, but lately (maybe since it is winter time here) all we see are piles of dog poopy and cigarette butts.  My friends don't come out to play because it's too cold.  It's like a gost town around here!

Yesterday Mummy and I were crossing the street and two little old ladies in a red car stopped us.  We thot they were going to ask for direkshuns, but insted, the driver little old lady rolled down the window and said, "Excuse me ...what is that?"   Mummy and I both lookt at each other, and Mummy giggled a bit.  "Do you mean my dog?" Mummy asked.  ME?  She was referring to ME as "what is THAT?"  "Yes," the lady ansered.  Mummy said, "He's  a Jack Russell Terrier."  "Oh!" the lady said, "He's much cuter than most of them!"  Well, I never!  How ROOD!  "Thanks," Mummy said, still laughing.  "Is he very high strung?" the lady asked.  HIGH STRUNG?  This lady was cruising for a bruising as far as I was concerned.  "Sometimes," Mummy said (what?!) "He just needs a lot of exercise."  Since when does needing exercise mean you are high strung?  Now do you see why I don't write as many entriees as I used to?  I mean, really, people, give me something to work with here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Now Boarding...Milo's Allegidlee 9 Hellykopter Flight!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/420334</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Feb 2008 08:54:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!  Today I am 9 years old (allegidlee, remember, we are not sher of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!  Today I am 9 years old (allegidlee, remember, we are not sher of my EGGSAKT birthdate, but this is our best gess).  I gots a speshil piece of bling-bling in the mail from my friends Bee, Rockie, and Sarah.  They live in AWSTRALeeA.  I have never worn a piece of Awstraleean bling-bling before!!  It is a little crown filled with roobies and diamonds and gems.  Boy, they sher must be rich!  I also gots a birthday card from Gramma and Gramp O.  They sent it all the way from Honolooloo, where they are visiting.  What exotik arrivals!  

Anyway, I know last year I threw a HUGE party (the Allegidlee 8 bash sher went down in the historee books) but this year I am doing something a little simpler.  I decidudid to charter a privit hellykopter!  (I know the last time I saw one I got a-scared and puked everywhere, but this time I will be reddy, I promise).  The hellykopter will be landing in the meadow at approximittly 3:00 this afternoon, in case anyone would like to join us.  We will be flying to the Bachman pretzel faktery in Pretzelvania (where we will be JUST VISITING, as I keep telling Deddy) and then we will attempt to make a pass over the now abandund puppy mill where I was born.  This might seem kind of sad, but I asshur you, it will be well worth it.  I have made two dozen poopy bomb bags to let go over the amish mill when we fly over.  It is not open anymore, of course, and a fire destroyd most of it, but it will still give me some fabulus birthday sattisfakshun to dump these contents on top of it.

So be reddy at 3:00 for a fun-filled afternoon of flying and dumping!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hard Times in Pretzelvania</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/417405</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 05:30:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Everyone knows that I have a thing about pretzels.  At night, when Deddy opens the box of Bachman&acirc;€™ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Everyone knows that I have a thing about pretzels.  At night, when Deddy opens the box of Bachmanâ€™s hard pretzels, I get a little crazy.  I jump all over the sofa and I cry and I whine and I smak Deddy with my paws until I get some pretzel peeces (I try the â€œstare downâ€ factor, too, sometimes that works).  Have you ever seen a dog cry over a pretzel?  I mean, it is a pathtik site, I admit.  But I canâ€™t control myself.  Mummy then says it is her fault.  She says â€œHe is akting crazy because I didnâ€™t walk him far enuff today.  He didnâ€™t get enuff exersize.  It was so cold.  I turned back too early!â€  Sigh.  It is not Mummyâ€™s fault.  Itâ€™s not the exersize.  I just really like pretzels and they make me a little wacky.  It got so bad last night that Deddy said he had had enuff.  â€œI am going to put you in this box of pretzels and ship you off to live with the Bachman family, Milo!â€  he said.  â€œYou will have to go live in the pretzel faktery, how would you like that?â€  And I was thinking, hmmâ€¦might not be so badâ€¦But then Deddy addid, â€œThey will make you wear a black bowtie and coloneul outfit and you would have to pull the wheel in the mill to grind the flour all day.  Do you have any idea how heavy that wheel is Milo? Youâ€™d be like a donkey.â€  Oh my gosh!!  Was he seerius?  To top it off he said, â€œThe Bachmanâ€™s live in Pretzelvania, it says so right here on the box, Milo.  Pretzelvania is very far from our home, but I think the Bachmanâ€™s will like you and you will enjoy being a part of their familee.â€ He even said they would call me "Milo Bachman!"  At this point I did not know what to think.  Mummy said Deddy needed to stop because he was scaring me.  I was all confoosed.  I like pretzels a whole lot but I do not want to go living in Pretzelvania with the Bachman familee pulling their wheel all day and wearing itchy coloneul outfits.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tredmills Can Be Fun?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/414555</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:32:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Things are getting awfully weerd around here!  Mummy and Deddy got this big contrapshun for Chrissma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Things are getting awfully weerd around here!  Mummy and Deddy got this big contrapshun for Chrissmas called a TREDMILL.  I didn't like the looks of it at first.  I thot it lookt like some kind of torcher devise.  Anyway, Deddy started using it to run on.  I liked watching him run and I startid to get cureeos about this torcher devise.  One day, Mummy put a leash on me and let me jump up on the tredmill.  Before I knew what was happining, the tredmill thing startid moving and I just fell right off.  Mummy tried putting me back again but I just stood there and it -PLOOP- pushed me right off again.  Finally Mummy said, "You have to WALK, Milo, WALK forwerd!"  I still didn't get it.  Why should I walk on something that is CLEERLY alreddy moving?  I didn't get the hang of it until Deddy added some salami into the pikcher.  I will walk to the ends of the earth for salami!  He stood at the front of the tredmill and held the salami and I walkt right towards it.  Before I knew it, I was walking on the tredmill!!  And it was FUN!!!  I still get kinds of confoosed by it and start to walk around in circles, but little by little I think I am getting it.  So far I am up to 10 minnits on there!  Pretty impressif, right?  Deddy says I am going into training, like the Milo Olympics!  I am going to be buff and hansum.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Speech and other Christmas Talents</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/407423</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 16:59:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OH MY GOSH!!!  How exciting!!!  I, Lil' King Milo, am DOG OF THE DAY!!!  WOWEE!!  Gosh, what do I sa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OH MY GOSH!!!  How exciting!!!  I, Lil' King Milo, am DOG OF THE DAY!!!  WOWEE!!  Gosh, what do I say, who do I thank?  Let me get my akseptance speech out here...ahem...I'd like to thank Mummy, of course, for deevoting so much time to helping me with this page.  And I'd like to thank the great DOG-GOD above for making me so ridikulously hansum, and I'd like to thank all of my toys for just being there, and our nayboor, Soosan, for showering me with afekshun which helps build my ego on a daily basis (at lees that's what Mummy says), and Gramma O because she sews hansum dog coats for me, and Deddy because he tot me to fart and burp like a real boy, and to all of my Dogster pals for being such good friends, and to the good kind speshul peoples at Dogster for CHOOSING ME!!!  Mummy says they are going to start playing commershul music over me if I don't end this speech now, so I am done.

Anyway, want to hear something cool that I discuvered?  Yesterday we were at Gramma and Grampa O's house.  Everyone was sitting in the living room talking and I was wandering around under the Chrissmas tree (I still keep thinking that just MAYBE there will be prezints left there, but no luck so far).  Anywho, I was putzing around under there, and all of a sudden, my paw found a little switch under the Chrissmas tree skirt.  So I steppt on it and there was a CLIK and the whole tree went dark!  No more lights!  Ha ha!  Everyone in the room said, "What happinid?  Why did the tree lights go out?"  And I creeped out from under the tree and said, "doo-da-doo, wasn't me, I didn't do it..."  I tried to sneak out of there unnotissed, but THAT wasn't going to happin.  "MILO!"  Mummy said, "What did you do?"  And Deddy said, "He turned the lights off, he steppt on the switch."  So Deddy stuck his foot under there and steppt on the switch and there was anuther CLIK and the lights went back on.  Everyone startid laffing and Gramma and Grampa O thot I was very talentid.  Mummy said it was rood that I turned the lights off and that I can't control Chrissmas like that.  I say they shouldn't put the switch under there if they don't want little dogs to step on it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Favorit Chrissmas Toys, by Lil' King Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/406700</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 10:41:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I must have been REALLY good this year, cause Santah brot me some really nice toys!  On Chrissmas mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must have been REALLY good this year, cause Santah brot me some really nice toys!  On Chrissmas morning, I came running downstairs a hundrid miles and owr, and Mummy said, "What is your problum?"  She was surprised that I knew it was Chrissmas.  When I startid dancing arownd the living room, looking for prezints, Mummy said, "How do you know you are even GETTING prezints, Milo?  How do you know these things?"  And I thot, no time for silly queschuns, Mummy, just bring out the loot!!

So here are my three favorit prezints.  It was really hard to just choose three out of the thousinds I receeved, so here goes:

1.) The rapping paper (okay, so that's not really a prezint, but it was so fun to tear up!)
2) Sandy Claws the Lobster (given to me by my good friends Tim, Winnie and Star.  Thanks, guys!!!  Now Deddy always asks me, "Do you want butter with your lobster?")
3) The Gear (mini sqweek toy shaped like the gear of a clock.  Why do I like this so much, you ask?  Why not?)

I hope you gots some  nice toys, too.  Just wait till next year!!  Santah always gets nice stuff at PetSmart for 75 % off the day after Chrissmas and then saves the gifts for next year.  At least that's what Mummy says.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Mountain of Misfit Toys</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/402965</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:59:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I must admit there are some toys that Santah gives me that I just do not like.  It doesn&acirc;€™t happin  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must admit there are some toys that Santah gives me that I just do not like.  It doesnâ€™t happin offen, but every now and then, Santah doesnâ€™t make the wisest choices, and I wind up looking at these toys on Chrissmass morning and thinking, â€œAh, Santah, that raindeer head is FAR too big for me to chew on.â€  Or, â€œSantah, I am not sher this sparkly red mittin is my kind of thing.â€  And so these toys go to the Mountain of Misfit Toys, and are burreed beneath the toys that I like better.

But then the months pass, you see, and I know Chrissmass time is coming around again.  I can see the lights in the kingdom.  I see giant blow-up SanTAH and SanTEE at the house on the corner (akchualee this year there is only SanTEE because SanTAH gots a hole in him and wouldnâ€™t blow up anymore.  At least thatâ€™s what our nayboor told us).  Anyway, I smell Chrissmass in the air.  So then I think maybe I should climb the Mounatin of Misfit Toys and find the ones I left behind.  Mummy saw me playing with the giant raindeer head two days ago.  â€œAw, you found an old Chrissmass toy, Milo,â€ she said.  I wagged my tail. Then yesterday Mummy saw me with the sparkly red mittin in my mouth.  Mummy gave me a puzzled look.  â€œDo you think he really knows itâ€™s Chrissmass?â€ she said to Deddy.  â€œThatâ€™s too much of a co-in-cee-dens,â€ Deddy said. See, sometimes they underesteemate me.  I know the meaning of Chrissmass!  It's all about toys!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woeful Walks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/397307</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Dec 2007 16:43:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Gone are the days of blissful walking for Mummy and I!  I don't know what is happening lately, but t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Gone are the days of blissful walking for Mummy and I!  I don't know what is happening lately, but the weather is sooooo cold that Mummy and I are battling the ellyments every time we step out the door!  Today the wind was howling, making my ears blow up in the air like this  ^^  We tried to make it at least to the garbij can and back (that was the goal) but about halfway down the block Mummy yelled, "ABORT!  Milo, turn back!  It's too cold!!" and we ran all the way home, with the wind chasing our behinds.  I wasn't sher what "ABORT" ment, but I had a pritty good idea.

Yesterday morning it was so dark outside that we could a-barely see where we were walking.  We steppt over slippery sidewalk parts, and when we came inside, Mummy said, "What is that smell?"  I stoppt on the stairs because I smellt it too.  It was the worst smell I ever smellt.  Mummy and I lookt down and could see little brown pawprints on the carpit up the stairs, leading right to me.  Uh-oh, I thot.  Mummy turned the light on and saw that I had trailed deer poopy into the house.  I swear it was an aksydent!  So Mummy had to skrub my little tootsies in the sink before she left for skool.  I was not happy abowt that, but I don't think Mummy was eether.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Black Flash</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/394428</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 17:53:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you are a faythfull reader of my diaries, then you might remember that I used to have a nayboor i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you are a faythfull reader of my diaries, then you might remember that I used to have a nayboor in the kingdom named Fat Rej.  Fat Rej was always ekskaping from his house, and he liked chili, and offen showed up at the back door of our palace when Mummy was a-cooking becos he was big and fat and wanted food.  Well Fat Rej moved away a long time ago, and a new man moved into his house.  He has two little people but they only visit on the weekends (wow!  what a perfekt arranjement!).  The other day the little people showed up with a new puppy.  It was some kinda poodle or spannyul and it was black and kinda crazy.  Well I don't know if it is something about that house or what, but just like Fat Rej, this new black puppy ekskaped and showed up in our yard.  But unlike Fat Rej, who only moved as fast as his nose carried him, this new puppy was like LIGHTNING!  She looked like a black tornado flash, whizzing thru the yards.  She ran past our house, then the nayboor's house, then across the street, then into the meadow, then down the block.  And everyone was a-running after her and chasing her and calling her name:  GEEGEE!  GEEGEE!  GEEGEE!  I just watcht from the door and made a lot of noise (Mummy said I was not helping).  Last I saw, she was a black blur, running towards the mountain road.  And I thot, "Uh-oh, that GeeGee is gunna be a pancake if she heads tords the mountain road."  But never fear, Mummy said she saw them cach GeeGee and carry her back down the street (but not before she took a poopy on our front lawn).  I thot, "WOW!  What a lady!  She sher can run!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life Goes On</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/391517</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 17:22:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hafta thank all of my Dogster friends for being so nice to me when I didn't deserf it.  The truth  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hafta thank all of my Dogster friends for being so nice to me when I didn't deserf it.  The truth is, I freaked out and bit Mummy and that was that.  It was bad.  But I am sorree now and Mummy has forgiven me, and all is right with the world.  The Red Badge of Milo is slowly fading, and Mummy is doing much better day by day.

We had some bonding time, Mummy and I.  Last week the loud men came to put new windowses into our palace.  I like the new windowses very much, since they are clean and shiny and you can akchualee open them and they're not craked like the other ones.  But I couldn't stay in the house while the loud men were working, so Mummy took me on a day trip to see Gramma and Grampa O.  Gramma and Mummy took me to the park (Gramp O had to go to the dokter cause he had a coff).  I got to play in the water and go on the juggle gym.  Mummy sat down on a swing and I was watching her go back and farth in the air.  Mummy stoppt and said, "Do you want to come on the swing, Milo?"  So I said yes and Mummy put me in her lap and we swung on the swings together, back and farth.  I liked smelling the air and feeling the wind blow my ears back.  It was a speshul swinging momint for Mummy and I.  Espeshulee since I had never been on a swing before.

Yesterday Mummy washed all of my soft fleecey blankits.  There were a whole bunch of them, so as she was pulling them out of the dryer she was putting them on the floor beside her.  When she was done, she closed the dryer door and lookt down and there I was, a-sitting on the pile of warm blankies looking up at her.  Mummy started to laff because she said I couldn't even wait until she put the blankits on the bed.  That's me, I don't wait for the good stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Red Badge of Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/387216</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Nov 2007 16:23:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And NOW the jokes come.  I suppose I deserve this.  Mummy is a happy person, so she tends to try to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And NOW the jokes come.  I suppose I deserve this.  Mummy is a happy person, so she tends to try to make stuff funny in order to deal with it better.  So what has now become known as THE INCIDENT has become a flat-out joke fest.  The bite I gave Mummy has now been reffered to as:
-The Red Badge of Milo
-the Mark of the Dragon
-Count Mi-ula
-the sign of the beast
-Milo's Shame (as in, "Poor Mummy has to wear Milo's Shame on her hand")
-Full Disklosher (our friend Winnie gave that one to Mummy)
-The Scarlet Biter (cause Mummy says she has to "wear" the bite like a scarlet lettir)
So I gess it is okay for everyone to laff about it now.  Go ahead -sigh-I know I deserve it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Bite Felt 'Round the World</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/386498</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Nov 2007 16:25:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hafta find a needle and some thred.  Mummy says I broke her heart yesterday, so maybe if I get som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hafta find a needle and some thred.  Mummy says I broke her heart yesterday, so maybe if I get some thred and a needle I can sew it back together again.  Do you think that can be done?  I also want to say thank you to my Dogster pals.  I gots some nice rosettes (espeshully from Tee Cee and Millie) that made me feel happy and cheerd me up.

If you don't know what I did yesterday, and you are thinking, "Milo, what could a little sweet angel like you possibly have done?" go back and read my last diary entry entitled "m is for madness" and you will see what happind.  You will feel my shame!

Mummy keeps saying that I broke her heart.  She seems diffrint towards me.  She said I have to earn back her trust.  She says she has to wear my bite on her hand like the "mark of the dragon."  Whatever that means.

Since Mummy is a skool teacher person, she was able to go to her skool nurse and show her what I did.  The nurse said that if it gets infektitid, Mummy will hafta go to the doktor.  And if Mummy has to go to the dokter, the nurse lady said that the dokter has to REPORT what happind to the county!  They would have to report THE INCIDINT as a DOG BITE!  Mummy said I have marked myself.  She said all of the little people in her class askt her what happind to her hand and she told them the truth.  She said they all sat there staring at her with their mouths open in shock like this: 0000000  One of the little people askt, "Do you have to send him away now?"  Mummy came home and told me that story and she said "SEE THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE THINK WHEN THEY HEAR 'DOG BITE', MILO!!!"  (she was speeking in a very lowd voice, which is why I used the capitels)  Mummy said I have tarnisht my reputashun.

And so I hang my little brown head in shame.  Sigh.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>m is for madness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/386129</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Nov 2007 16:27:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you ever wonder what I am capable of?  I am King and I am smart and I can do all kinds of things  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you ever wonder what I am capable of?  I am King and I am smart and I can do all kinds of things like catch a fly in mid-air and sniff out hidden doggy toys inside a box.  I can swim faster than most fish and run circuls around big dogs.  But do you think I could ever be really bad, too?  I mean, REALLY bad?  Could I poopy on someone's bed, for instins?  Yes, I have done this, sorry to say.  Could I eat a small animul?  I don't know, but I have come close.  Could I shred blankets or Martha Stoowart sheets on Mummy and Deddy's bed?  Yes, unfarchunatly, I have done this, too.  I suppose these were mistakes.  I was mad or upset or in some kind of state where I was not responsibull for my own akshuns.  So you see I am capable of some not so good things, but they are not really BAD.  BAD would be somethng really AWFULL, like hurting Mummy.  I could never do that, could I?  (there should be a dramatik pause of silence here).  Tonight, something BAD happind.  That something bad was me.  You see, in the Fall I gets really bad allerjees.  My skin gets all red and I itch and itch and nothing seems to help.  Mummy was getting dinner reddy and Deddy had just come home.  I was sitting on the floor by the kitchin table, itching away at my neck with my back foot.  All of a suddin, Mummy and Deddy herd me cry, and when they lookt up, they saw that my back foot was stuck in the bling-bling on my collar! (this has happind once before, but not quite this bad).  Deddy pikt me up and I was a-crying because my foot really hurt.  My back toenail was hookt onto the bottom part of the silver m-charm that hangs from my collar.  See, this is an "m," right?  My nail was stuck in betweens the bottum part of the m.  Mummy couldn't get it out and I was FREEKING out.  The more she tried to unhook me, the more panikt I got, and pretty soon I was yelping like someone was stabbing me.  This is where it all becomes a blur.  Deddy was holding me, and Mummy was trying to free my tootsie, and the pain was paining me, and I was crying and yelping and Mummy was hurting me but she didn't mean to so I tried to get her to stop and in one split sekund I reeched down and...I bit her.  I bit my Mummy!  My jaws just squeezed her hand like an allygater and she yelled but she did not stop trying to help me.  She poppt my collar off and my foot got free, but I knew the damij was alreddy done and so I ran and hid  under the chair.

When I creept out a few minnits later, Mummy was a-crying and her hand was purple and bleeding and I don't know what I did and I put my ears back and I put my tail down and I wantid to say I was sorry but I didn't know how.  And I thot Mummy was going to be so mad, so mad that she might send me away or back to the Amish puppy mill or something.  But do you know what she did?  She bent down to see me and she let me smell her hand and she said it was not my fault because I was a-scared and I was hurting.  But I am not sher if I can ever forgive myself.  I don't want to ever wear the m-charm again.  That m charm made me go bad and I think now that the m stands for madness and not milo.  :o(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ME, Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/381250</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Nov 2007 19:11:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here are two reesuns why Mummy is the greatist:

1- When she makes pancakes she akchualee makes a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are two reesuns why Mummy is the greatist:

1- When she makes pancakes she akchualee makes a mini one for ME, Milo (and sometimes even dunks it in sirrup).
2- When she makes cookies, she akchualee makes a mini one for ME, Milo (minus the choklit chips).

What more could a little king ask for?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Can Make Stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/383642</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 16:28:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Halloweenie, all of my Dogster friends!  I am not much for this hollyday.  Most people know th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Halloweenie, all of my Dogster friends!  I am not much for this hollyday.  Most people know that Halloween really freaks me out.  But maybe some of you like it.

Anyway, guess what?  I know how to make things.  I can make a mess, make poopies, make peepees, make trubble, make Mummy mad, and make Deddy crazy.  But today I made something NEW!  Mummy said I made 
a-spektikal out of myself.  Do you know what that means?  Because I really don't.  I will tell you how she said it in a sentins and then maybe you can figger it out yerselfs.

Nayboor Soosan came by today to wish us a Happy Halloweenie and give us presints.  She gave me a BAT TOY!  It is black and orange and squishy and I was so happy when she gave it to me that I did a viktory dance around the room.  Then Soosan said goodbye and went home.  When it was time for my walk later on, I did not want to go without BATTY.  So Mummy let me take him along.  I carried Batty in my mouth (but I put him down to take a poopy) and I was very prowd.  The cars were slowing down to look at me and point.  Some people walking by said, "Aw, look at the little Halloween dog!"  That's when Mummy said, "Milo, you are making a-spektikal out of yourself, you know."   So I am not sher what this means but I think it is good because everyone seemed to like my Batty toy and a lot of people smiled at me when they saw me carrying it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Gnomes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/383269</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 18:02:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The other day I was walking with Mummy when I had the strange feeling that SOMEONE was waching me.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other day I was walking with Mummy when I had the strange feeling that SOMEONE was waching me.  We had just about reached the back path through the woods when I saw them.  They were standing in a gardin not far from the door of someone's house.  I stoppt ded in my tracks and stared.  As youshual, Mummy started to laff.  "What's the matter, Milo?" she asked.  I didn't want to move or turn my head away from THEM, the ones who were staring at me.  I stood very still with my ears perked, my tail pointed, my front paw raised and bent like a pointer.  "What?" Mummy said again.  She lookt in the direkshun I was staring.  And there they were, about ten little people with pointed red caps, no taller than I was, staring at me evily.  Some were pushing little wheelbarrows.  "Those aren't real, Milo," Mummy said.  She tugged at my leash, but I rooted myself.   Those little people (and I don't mean little chiddren or kids or whatever- these were real little people!) were staring right back at me, still as can be.  Should I attak?  Should I run?  Should I play with them?  I didn't know what to do.  Mummy was still laffing (why is she always a-laffing at me?).  "Those are gardin NOMES, Milo, they're not real.  They are stachoos!"  Stachoos?  Really?  I ran up to them and did some sniffing and realized Mummy was right.  They were not real people at all!  Well I must say I felt a little foolish after that.  And the weirdist part is that Mummy said NOME has a "G" in it.  But you don't say guh-nomes.  It's just nomes.  If you ask me, the person who made up the word "gnome" should feel foolish.  Or maybe the person who put all those gnomes in her gardin.  I mean, why?  What are they for?  Strange.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Good Deed Indeedy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/381248</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 19:08:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you ever wonder why we hafta be good all the time?  Can't we just be bad and selfish sometimes?   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you ever wonder why we hafta be good all the time?  Can't we just be bad and selfish sometimes?  I think that would be okay, no?

See, tonight Mummy opened our front door and there was a HUGE GINORMOUS pakij on our porch.  It was so big that it was akchualee blocking the door.  I imeediutlee started prancing around and jumping up and down cause of course I thot it was for me (because ever since my birthday this past Febooary, I think every pakij at the door=gift for Milo).  Mummy dragged the monster pakij inside and I smellt it all up and I KNEW I just KNEW it was for me.  "It's from Drs Foster Smith," Mummy said (HEY!!!  I thot, I KNOW THEM!!!  That's a DOG CATTYLOG!!! Open it up!  Open it up!!).  But then she shook her head and said, "It's not addressed to us, Milo, it's for someone named Leila and it's a different house number than ours."  I stoppt in my traks and stared at her.  ARE YOU SEERIUS? I said, That pakij was on OUR doorstep and it is now in MY palace which means it is MINE MINE MINE!"   Mummy did not seem to get my drift because she said, "I think it might be a dog bed.  We can't keep this."  A DOG BED!  WOW!!  I haven't had a dog bed since I threw up on the one Gramma O made for me years ago!  I didn't understand why Mummy was saying we couldn't keep it.  Then get this:  she FARCED me to march outside with her and walk up the block to see if we could find the house number that was on the pakij.  It was cold and dark outside and not the proper hour for peepeeing at all.  We did find the right house and Mummy said, "This is Roxy's house, Milo!  I see her in the window!  We hafta go back and get the pakij and bring it to her!"  Roxy is a boxer mix who I sometimes see walking with her mom.  She is nice and I like her, but I still wantid that bed. Roxy Shmoxy, no matter, it was MINE. 

So we marched BACK to our house and got Deddy up off the sofa.  Mummy made Deddy carry the box over his head and we all walkt to Roxy Shmoxy's house and knokt on the door.  Roxy was barking but nobuddy ansered so I said, "Hey that means we can keep it!" but Mummy said no and we left the box by their door.

When we got home, Mummy said, "Don't you all feel good now?  We could have kept that package but we didn't.  We did a good deed!"  Deddy did not answer and neether did I.  Deddy went back to the sofa and I joined him.  As she walkt past us on her way to the kitchin, I stared her down.  Mummy stoppt and laffed.  "You are giving me a dirty look, Milo," she said.  "Well you can stop now.  There was no way we were keeping that bed."  I gave her more dirty looks.  Mummy said, "Although...it would have been nice to have you sleep in a dog bed on the floor so that I could sleep through the night for once, without you waking me up."  I stoppt giving my dirty looks.  "You're right, Mummy," I said, "That was a good deed, giving away that horrybull doggy bed.  I hope Roxy Shmoxy enjoys sleeping on the floor!"  A good deed indeedy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Handy Dandy Milo Glosseree - Part 2</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/379766</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 17:21:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you didn't see Part 1 of my fabulus new glosseree, please skroll down to see it.  I am hoping you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you didn't see Part 1 of my fabulus new glosseree, please skroll down to see it.  I am hoping you can use these words (or alreddy do) in your every day langwij.  Here is Part 2 of my glosseree.  Once agin I rekomend that you print it out and put it in your wallit or hang it in an impartint lokashun.

THE HANDY DANDY MILO GLOSSEREE - PART 2

BAGEL RAGE: any unexplayned anger, rage, or protektifness over a toy.  I youshualee get this over those rawhide bagel thingies.

BLING:  shiny things that hang from my collar

HEAT-SEEKER:  one who serches for the warmist, hottest spots in the house, such as Deddy's lap, warm towelies from the dryer, sunshine on the carpit, etc.

LITTLE PEOPLE:  I gess they are really called kids or chiddren or small monsters

PANIC ROOM:  a place of hiding when times are tuff.  My Panic Room used to be under Mummy and Deddy's bed.

POOPY PROTEST: anuther act of refoosal.  Any dog who refooses to poop outdoors with good reesun (ex:  it is raining so I will go on poopy protest).

STEALTH MODE:  absens of a jingling collar.  When Mummy and Deddy take my collar off, I am in "Stealth Mode" becaus you can't hear me coming.

VEESDROPPING:  lissening in on other people's conversashuns (and there is toadally nothing wrong with that)

VICTORY DANCE:  the laps I take when I get a new toy (or am partikularlee happy playing with an old one).  I will spring like a gazelle while simultayneeusly swinging the toy around.  See my Steve the Monkey 
viddy-oh for an example!

That is all for today.  Learn these words well, my loyal subjekts!  Learn 'em and live 'em!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Handy Dandy Milo Glosseree</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/378914</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 06:15:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It dawned on me resintly that many of you might not understand my langwij.  I gess there are a lot o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It dawned on me resintly that many of you might not understand my langwij.  I gess there are a lot of terms and frazes that I use - spesifik "Milo words."  So I thot maybe I should make a glosseree so you could understand me better.  Maybe you could print it out and keep a copy in your wallit or hang it up in an impartant place or something.

                                                             MILO'S HANDY DANDY GLOSSEREE 

CHEW-CHEW - This is what I call my favorit chew stiks.  Warning:  if you say these words out loud, I will freak out and demand that you give me one immedeeutly.

COBBING - the akt of chewing on toys or your paws with just your front teeth - the same way you'd chew on a cob of corn (duh)

DOOPS - a new word to add to the glosseree.  It means heiny, and Mummy says it is a word from Polind or someplace like that.  You can use it in a sentins like this:  "Mummy says I am refoosing to walk because the wind is blowing the wrong way up my doops."

GROTTO, THE - the name for my favorit poopy spot down the blok.  It's a little mound of grass and water sometimes pools up there after it rains.

HEINY TOOTS - passing gas, need I say more?

ROOTING - this is a verb; it means to stand still in one place and refoose to go anywhere.  Such as "Mummy is mad that I am rooting myself to the sidewalk and refoosing to walk."

SEEPEES - bedtime.  Mummy will say, "Milo, it's time to go seepees," and I know I have to run upstairs to bed before Deddy gets there and takes the best spot.

WILD POOPY - any animul poopy other than my own; particularly good poopy to roll in

Okay, that's all for now.  I don't want to overload your brains.  Maybe I will do a glosseree part two if I think of some more words.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poopy vs. Poopy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/377840</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 17:52:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today something horrybull and hyoomiliating happind.  I steppt in my own poopy!  I don't know how it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today something horrybull and hyoomiliating happind.  I steppt in my own poopy!  I don't know how it happind really.  I was walking with Mummy, and then I felt the urge come on (you know how it goes) so I went to my favorite lil' poopy spot down the block (Mummy calls this spot "the grotto").  After the deed was done, I was trying to kick the dirt over my poopy like I always do (have to mark the terrytory, you know).  Mummy doesn't like it when I do this, since she is youshually bending down to pick up the poopy when I start kicking the dirt, and sometimes it hits her in the face or the arm or whatever and she gets mad.  So anyway, I was trying to kick the dirt and Mummy said, "Stop, Milo!' because I was kicking the dirt on her, and she somehow spun my leash around, which spun me around too, and before I knew it, my back foot went SQUISH right into the poopy.  And I just froze and lookt at Mummy.  She said my face lookt like I was thinking, "Ewwww!"  I was digustid with myself.  Have you ever been digustid with yourself?  It is not a good feeling.  So I slowly liftid my foot out of the poopy and walkt home.  Mummy had to wash my tootsie off.  How hyoomiliating!  I mean, I like ROLLING in WILD animal poopy, but I DO NOT like stepping in my OWN!  There's a huge diffrince.  Not all poopy is created equal.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo Therapee</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/372412</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Oct 2007 13:52:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy read me a story from her little people skool called &quot;The Worry Stone.&quot;  It was about a little  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy read me a story from her little people skool called "The Worry Stone."  It was about a little round stone that you could rub when you were a-scared about something and it would take your worries away.  Mummy said she does not need a worry stone, because all she has to do is rub my head and she feels better. She said petting me is like therapee!

Speaking of therapee, I might need it because I am going to have a new cousin!  Before you going thinking that someone is going to have a little baby person (perish the thot!!) let me 'splain that I am going to have a new DOG cousin.  Deddy's sister, Auntie Michele, is getting marry-ed!  Her fiance is named Joe and he was once in that bad place called Iraq but he is home now and is in skool to be a polees offiser.  Auntie Michele alreddy has a dog named Ralph (you know, Cousin Ralph, the one who was made in a laboratoree?) and Joe has a dog named Naz.  Naz is a husky, and she came to our house once and pooped on our kitchen floor.  And later we had a fight and I bit some of her hair off.  But I gess I will hafta put all of that behind me if we are going to be related.  I am not too sher if I need any more cousins right now, since the ones I have are a lot to deal with, but I don't think I have any say in the matter.  And Naz is okay, except for the whole poopy incidint.  I wonder if I should start rubbing my own head if I get worried about all of this cousin stuff?  Maybe the therapee doesn't work that way.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have Some 'Splainin' to Do</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/372099</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Oct 2007 16:31:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says I must 'splain myself.  She says I need to 'splain to all my Dogster friends why I have n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I must 'splain myself.  She says I need to 'splain to all my Dogster friends why I have not been writing many diary entries lately.  Well, the truth is, I have not been walking very much.  Mummy says I am being "Rooty Patooty" or something of the sort.  See, here's what happens.  I THINK I want to go for a walk, and I get all exsitetidid, but then when we walk about halfway down the blok I think, "Nah, I don't want to go anymore."  So I sit down.  Or I ROOT myself to the ground.  Have you ever seen a mule that does not want to budje?  The way he puts his front legs out and leans his head a-down and refooses to walk?  Yep, that's me.  And Mummy can't figger out why.  I hear her talk to Gramma O and Gramma O says, "Why doesn't he want to walk?" and Mummy says, "Who knows?  Maybe the sun is too brite or the sky is too blue or the wind blew the wrong way up his doops."  (doops is a Polish word or something- I think it means heiney).  I gess I can't 'splain it myself.  I dunno.  Maybe I just like my castle and I want to stay home.  Maybe I am getting old and crankee (I mean, I am almost 9!).  Maybe the wind IS blowing the wrong way up my doops.  I think that's the best reason of all to stay home, don't you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo Opens the House</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/369207</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:37:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As most of you alreddy know, Mummy is a skool teacher and she teaches the little people lots of stuf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As most of you alreddy know, Mummy is a skool teacher and she teaches the little people lots of stuff.  The other night she came home late because she had one of those Open Howse thingies where all of the little people parints come to see Mummy and her classroom.  When she came home she said to me "Milo, I have a funny story to tell everyone about Open House.  Can I write it in your diary?" and I thot abowt it for a minnit and I said, "How abowt you tell ME the story and I write it in the diary?"  Mummy shook her head.  "It would be easier if I write it.  Can I borrow your diary?"  I looked at her and blinked my big brown eyes and said again,  "How abowt you tell ME the story and I write it in the diary?"  So that settled that.  Here's the story she told me:

Some of the parints came in early to the open house and were sitting at the little people desks, reading books and talking to Mummy.  They like to ask how their little people are doing.  One parint lookt at Mummy and said, "So how is ----doing?"  Mummy didn't hear all of what the parint said, and even though they normally ask abowt their own little people, Mummy didn't think this parint had said her own child's name.   "Excuse me?"  Mummy said, "How is who doing?"  and the parint lookt at her real serious and said, "Milo.  How is Milo doing?"  Mummy was kind of bewildrerd because she had never had a parint ask about MY progress at open house.  "Milo?" she repeeted, "How is Milo doing?  Well, he's fine.  He has allergees."  She said she wasn't sher what to say, and then she started to laff.  A lot of the little people go home and tell their parints abowt me.  Some of them read my Dogster page.  I wunder if they read my diary?    Mummy said that was "a first" and it made her giggle.  She said I sher am loved!  Yes, I sher am.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The TAD is D-E-D</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/368469</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:58:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It seems like I am always writing apologee letters.  Now Mummy says I hafta write anuther one becaus ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems like I am always writing apologee letters.  Now Mummy says I hafta write anuther one because I killt my new TAD toy.  He is D-E-D, ded!  So here goes:

Dear TAD,

I am soree that I tore out your stuffing insides less than a week after I got you.  It was nice of Mummy's cousin Steevin to buy you for me and I just rooind everything by distroying you.  I am soree I put a hole in you and tore the rope part off of you so you no longer look like a tadpole.  Maybe we should change your name now?  You look kinda like an ameeba now.  I don't really know what that is but I have seen a pikcher of one.  Maybe I call you TADmeeba!  Mummy says I am going OFF TOPIK so let me get back to saying I'm soree for ripping out your guts.

Luv,
Milo

P.S.  I only distroy the ones I really love, TADmeeba, just ask Indrid the bug.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not All Cousins are Crazy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/366234</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:05:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you have cousins?  I do.  You mite have herd me menshun them before.  Crazy Cousin PeeWee is Aunt ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you have cousins?  I do.  You mite have herd me menshun them before.  Crazy Cousin PeeWee is Aunt Laura's JRT.  His hair stiks out in every direkshun and he is really smart and really bad and gets me into trubble all the time.  Cousin JB is also Aunt Laura's.  She is a good girl and only gets me into trubble BECAUSE she is so good.  She makes me LOOK bad.  Cousin Ralph is Aunty Michele's frankenpup.  We don't know what kind of dog he is.  He looks like he is part Bassit hownd, part labradoor, part experryment.  He bites my ears sometimes and he likes to pee on everything.  He has big pryvit parts and that makes me feel bad sometimes, too, since my pryvits are little.  But I shouldn't talk about those things here.  Mummy says that is 
in-uh-pro-pree-it (that is a RIDIKULOUSLY hard word to spell!!).

So when Mummy told us the other day that her cousin Steevin was coming over,  I thot, "Oh no, will he gets Mummy into trubble and bite her ears?"  But he didn't do that at all.  He was awfully nice, and even brot me a toy.  He came with his fiance (yup, I can spell that word) Soozee.  The toy they brot me was blue and looked like a tadpole.  

After they left, Mummy and Deddy said, "Wow, how nice that you got a new toy, Milo!  Go get it, go get the new toy!  Get the blue one!"  I wasn't quite sher what they were saying, but I herd the word TOY in there, so I had an idea.  The cool thing is that each of my toys has a name and I know most of them by that name.  So when Mummy says, "Go get Indrid!" or "Go get Rodrigo!"  I know what she is talking about.  When they said "Go get the new blue toy!  The blue one!"  I ran off and came back with my CHEW stick.  You know, BLUE and CHEW kinda sound the same.  Mummy patted my head and said that was a good try.  So we decididud to give the blue tadpole a better name.  Now it is called The TAD.  I realize you need to be really spusifik in your langwij.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Best in Show</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/365394</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 16:30:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I ran into my good friend Jethro on our daily walk today.  &acirc;€˜Twas a luverly fall day, with a brite  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I ran into my good friend Jethro on our daily walk today.  â€˜Twas a luverly fall day, with a brite blue sky and big, puffy white clowds.  Jethroâ€™s mom, Jeri, started telling us about the FallFest yesterday.  You mite remember what happind when we tried to go to FallFest last year.  We were walking along the bike path when a big hellykopter flew by, and it was so low and lowd that I got a-scared and puked in the grass.  I was so freaked out that we had to turn arownd and go home.  So needless to say, we skippt the Fallfest this year.  Anyway, Jethroâ€™s mom was very happy to tell us that Jethro won a prize at Fallfest (because they have a pet show).  He won first prize for best hound!  So congradulashuns to Jethro.  I donâ€™t know what you need to be a good hound, but Iâ€™m sher Jethro has it.  

When Mummy got home from our walk, she askt Deddy what prizes she thot I could have won if I entered the pet show at FallFest.  Deddy said â€œBest Puker.â€  Mummy said, â€œSmelliest Farts.â€  And I said, Ha ha ha you two, very funny.  But they kept going and here are the other prizes they said I could have won:
Biggest Toy Pyle
Itchiest Feet
Reddest Belly (I canâ€™t help it if I have allerjeez!)
Best Shedder
Softist Ears

I would personalee like to say that I think I would have won MOST HANSUM or MOST ROYAL or maybe BOTH.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bizzy Lil' Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/363644</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:21:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay so it's poopy SEPTEMBER time and that means Mummy goes back to skool and things get really bizz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay so it's poopy SEPTEMBER time and that means Mummy goes back to skool and things get really bizzy around here and I can't get on the compuder to type my diary entries!!  Geez!!  I gess in all honisty, nothing too exciting has been happening lately anyways.  Let's see, what can I tell you?  I got the diareer really bad on Labor Day after Grampa Z fed me lotsa fah-hee-ta beef (that's a mexican food!).  So when Mummy came home after her very first day of skool, and her legs were aking from standing all day and her hair was sticking out all over the place, she had to clean up my diareer piles.  She was not too happy about that.  But I tried to isolate my poopies all to one room for her, so I think she was thankful for that.

And then Deddy went away on a "bizniss trip" to Virjinya, but I didn't know what that ment.  All I knew was that he wasn't coming home when he was supposto, so I sat by the door waiting for him.  And if I herd a car coming down the street, I would go WOOF WOOF WOOF UF UF UF.  I thot Mummy would uhpressheate me announcing when I thot Deddy was coming, but she seemed really annoyed.  She just kept yelling at me in the dark, "He's not coming home tonight, Milo!!"  but I was downstairs by the door and she was all the way in bed under the covers so I didn't think she knew what she was talking about.  And I kept thinking, "Gee, it's awfully dark," and then before I knew it the sun was a-coming up and I thot, "oops, I forgot to go to bed" and Mummy was all krebby and Deddy still wasn't home.  When I came upstairs to go to sleep, Mummy was getting up for skool!  I don't know what happind there, but Mummy sher seemed tired.

Did I tell you that Mummy drew some cartoons of me over the summer?  I love cartoons so I thot that was kinda cool.  And then she made a dog toy of my LYME DISEESE and it was really funny.  So she made some more and put them for sale in a little shop that she calls King Milo Press.  If you click on the blue link on my page up there, you can see what I mean.  You can also see it at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.kingmilopress.etsy.com/">KingMiloPress</a>  Mummy does some weird things in the summer, what can I say?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Wrath of Black Ferrill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/356313</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:15:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have some inchresting news to repart.  Remember my dredded enimy, the evil cat Black Ferrill?  I h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have some inchresting news to repart.  Remember my dredded enimy, the evil cat Black Ferrill?  I have been trying to keep him away from the kingdom for some time now.  He always returns, looking to eat innosint baybee bunnees and small mammels.  We thot maybe BlackFerrill was a FERRILL CAT because he didn't seem to have a home (ferrill means they were once pets but now just live out in nachur, being angry at stuff.  I just think I am spelling it wrong).  Anyway, now we don't think BlackFerrill is a ferrill cat at all.  Now I gets to explayn why!

Mummy is a very light sleeper.  The day before yesterday, she said something woke her up in the early marning hours, around 5:00.  She said it was a jingling sownd, like little bells.  She said she tried to think what it could have been:  did something fall over in a closit somewhere?  Did one of my toys fall down the stairs?  Was it that creepy clown from the Poltergeist movie coming to get her?  She said she lookt over at me but I was still sleeping, so she thot maybe she imajined the noise or something.  Deddy didn't hear anything, of course (sometimes I think you'd need a slej-hammer to wake him up.  Or the smell of bakon, maybe).   When Mummy told Deddy and I this story, we laffed.  It soundided so silly!

But yesterday I was walking arownd the side of the castle with Mummy (I like to call that "pachrolling.") when something cot our eye in the booshis near the front door.  It was a small, neon cat collar!  Hmmmmm...  It was kinda tangld on some branches, so Mummy untwisted it and pickt it up.  It had a little green bell on it.  Mummy shook it.  "THAT'S IT!" she cried, "THAT WAS THE SOUND!"  A-ha!  I think we solved a mysteree!  Or did we?

So now the queschun remains:  where did the collar come from?  I lookt for blood or bodies or evvydence or whatever, but there was nothing.  I smellt the collar, and it just smellt like a crummy old cat.  But I did find something on the collar.  I found a single, BLACK HAIR!  "Ferrill!"  Mummy said out lowd.  (she clenched a fist as she said it, too).  So here are my theeries as to how the collar got there and why it made so much noise that marning:

1-BlackFerrill is not a ferrill cat after all and wanted to get that jingly collar off so that he could go back to his silent, deadly, evil self, and pretend he was homeless at the same time.
2-BlackFerrill was tormenting Mummy and might have hurled the collar at the front door and ran away.
3-BlackFerrill was a-creeping thru the booshis in search of something to kill when he became entangled by the collar and struggled to gets free.
4-BlackFerrill jingled the collar sevrel times and then placed it in the booshis to freak Mummy out.  He then ran away,  of course.

I am leaning towards #4 being the real answer, but Mummy thinks maybe #1 or #3.  I also think Mummy has super-sonic, freak-a-do hearing and that maybe she should get that cheked out or something.  Don't you agree?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo Meets the Great Clubber Lang</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/355135</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 17:22:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have you ever seen the ROCKY movies?  I have wached some of them with Mummy.  It is fun to see how R ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you ever seen the ROCKY movies?  I have wached some of them with Mummy.  It is fun to see how Rocky punchis peoples and they fall down and then he is like a big hero or something.  And Rocky had some a-scary 
oh-po-nints, too.  Like that Rooshin guy and Apollo Creed (not like the Apollo who lives down the street from me, tho).  One of Rocky's a-scariest oh-po-nints was CLUBBER LANG.  He was mean and had a mohawk and wore lots of gold jewelrees.  Tonight when we went on our walk, I think I saw the dog vershun of Clubber Lang.  He was standing across the street from us with his owner, just staring.  He was not far from the spot where Stormin Norman was killed so many months ago.  This dog was BIG, like a Rottywyler or a Pitts Bull or something.  He might have even been part lion.  Anyway, his owner was a little lady, shorter than Mummy.  In one hand she held Clubber Lang's leash and a cell fone that was stuck to her ear.  In the other hand she held a poopy bag (which probubly had like six POWNDS of poopy in it if it came from HIM).  Clubber stood staring, and Mummy stopped ded in her traks.  "Whassup, Mummy?" I asked, looking up at her.  I saw Clubber, I didn't think it was a big deal.  I was not a-scared.  MUMMY was a-scared.  "I am not afraid of Clubber Lang over there, Milo," she said (and like I've said before, she really did say this out lowd to me), "I am afraid of his owner who doesn't even seem to notice he is there or that he is staring at you like a side of beef."   Unfartchunately, we had to walk behind Clubber Lang for a while because we were trying to get to the garbij can on the corner to throw my little tiny poopy bag away.  Clubber proceedided to walk slooowly, dragging his big paws with each step like a tiger.  And the whole time he kept looking over his shoulder at us.  His owner was still on the cell fone.

When we gots to the corner, his owner finalee realized we were behind her, so she pulled Clubber aside (still on the cell fone) and leaned over him as if she were trying to cover him up, like an umbrella or something.  Was she sheelding him from me?  Was I a-scary to Clubber?  Was he reddy to attack?  Didn't Clubber kill somebuddy in the Rocky movie?

Mummy quickly tossed my poopy bag in the garbij and we ran up the bike path ramp.  Clubber and his owner started walking away.  His owner was still on the cell fone, but she had tossed his many-pownd poopy bag in the garbij like mine.  When we came back down the bike path ramp, Clubber was far ahead of us, but he knew we were there and kept looking back over his shoulder agen.  I wasn't a-scared.  I was so tuff, I even stopped to peepee on the elektrikul box on the corner, the one that says DANGER and has a little pikcher of a man being zapped on it.  Yup, I peepeed on that, right in front of the great Clubber Lang.

Anyway, nothing happind with Clubber.  He rowndided the corner with his owner (staring at us the WHOLE WAY) and we headid home.  But I feel like our paths will cross agen and that I have not seen the last of the great and a-scary Clubber Lang.  So maybe menshuning him here is signifikint or something, so keep him in your memory banks!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Panic Room is Open for Bizness!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/353150</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 11:13:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Neglektid!  That's what this diary has been.  But I can't help it, you know?  I gots lots of stuff t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Neglektid!  That's what this diary has been.  But I can't help it, you know?  I gots lots of stuff to do, and in the summer, I don't go on as many long walks cause it's too hot.  So that means there's not as much to write abowt.  But I guess there are a few things worth menshuning, so I will give you the latest and greatest update of the kingdom!

I met some new nayboors who live in the townhouse behind us.  They have an airydale terrier, and he is a majishun!  We were walking past their patty-o, and he slipped right underneath the fence to see us!  I don't know how he did it, but one minute he was not there, and the next minute, WHOOSH, he popped out from under the fence.  So I call  him Whodeeny (Mummy says that is the name of a famiss majishun).

Summer has brought a lot of kreppy thunderstorms to our kingdom (I hate thunderstorms so much, they even made me use a bad word!).  As you might remember, our castle was struk by lightning a few years back, and ever since then, I have been terryfied of storms.  I used to have this fabyoulus place to hide called THE PANIC ROOM.  The Panic Room is the space under the bed.  And it is dark and dusty and perfekt under there.  I used to hide under there all the time, but one day Mummy and Deddy desideduhdid that I was spending too much time under there,  and when they needid me to come out, they couldn't reach me.  So one horrybull day, they CLOSED OFF my Panic Room!  Seeled it shut!  Blocked it with boxes and other stuff.  They had tried doing this before and it never worked, but this time, the Panic Room was done for.  I never menshunned it here because it was just too tramatizing.  But now I tell you because the Panic Room has been reopened!  During the last kreppy thunderstorm, I was so a-scared that I HAD TO absolutely HAD TO get back into my Panic Room.  So in the middle of the night, Mummy and Deddy herd BANG BANG BANG.  It was me head-butting the boxes that were blocking my way.  And I am prowd to say that I suksessfully beat my way back into the Panic Room.  Never underesty-mate the power of the king!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ollyvurs Unite!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/348395</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Aug 2007 18:09:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says I must uhpollogize because I &quot;in-ad-ver-tint-lee might have uffendid some Dogster pals&quot; w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I must uhpollogize because I "in-ad-ver-tint-lee might have uffendid some Dogster pals" when I said that the name Ollyvur was yucky in my last diary entry.  And she's right coz I did not mean to hurt anyone's 
a-feelings.  I am sorree, Ollyvurs.  Your name is not yucky.  It just would have been yucky for ME.  Ollyvur is a cool name, espeshulee because it rhymes with frazes like:
 "bunny fur" 
"lookit her!"
"shake, then stir"
"please, kind sir"
"as you were"
Milo doesn't rhyme with stuff like that!  So Ollyvurs, be prowd!  I saloot you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Games o' Tag (the King plays along)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/347937</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Aug 2007 19:08:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Back when I got the Limey Diseese, a cupple of my pals wanted me to play a tagging game with them.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Back when I got the Limey Diseese, a cupple of my pals wanted me to play a tagging game with them.  I was also recently tagged by my pals Ambey and Star.  So I gess since I am feeling better, I should play along!  So here goes:
Please read below to find out how to play tag!!! To play tag, you have to be tagged by another dog first. When you get tagged, you will write in your diary the rules to tag, 7 facts about yourself, and 7 dogs you will tag! When you tag a dog, send them a paw mail or rosette telling them that you've tagged them!! Have fun!!! :)

Facts: (amd I tried to make these really good facts that maybe you never herd before)
1) Mummy was going to name me Oliver before she chose Milo (Ollyver?  YUK!!)
2) I have never seen the oshun (isn't that a crime?)
3) I can ketch a house fly in mid-air and spit it out again.
4) I am a-scared of the sownd of the staypler in the compuder room.  I don't like how it goes Ku-chunk!
5) I only weigh 17 pownds.
6) Some of my nails are black and some are white.  I was born that way.  I have Oreo claws!
7) My ears are the softest part of my leetle furry boddy.

I will tag...
7 misteerious pals...be on the lookout- it could be you!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Real Love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/345094</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 18:10:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How do you know if someone REALLY loves you?  I will tell you.  Last night I was playing in the livi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How do you know if someone REALLY loves you?  I will tell you.  Last night I was playing in the living room.  If you have ever seen a hampster running in a wheel, then you will know what it's like when I play.  I like to run and grab toys and jump on the sofa and throw toys at Mummy and throw toys at Deddy and jump off the sofa and run and jump back on the sofa and throw more toys and make them go SQUEEK SQUEEK and I keep doing that over and over again until it seems like the room is spinning.  So last night when I was playing with Deddy, I ran over to get a drink of water in the middle of my playing spree.  When I jumpt back on the sofa and onto Deddy's chest, I guess I didn't wait long enuff for the water to go into my belly or something, cause all of a suddin I went blaaaAAAACCCcccch!  And Mummy yelled, "Ewwww!"  I had thrown up right on Deddy's chest!  I was very emberrist.  But at least it was only water.

This morning Deddy woke up and he yelled "HEY!"  It seems I threw up in the middle of the night, too.  (I really don't recall doing this, so I'm not even really sher it was me).  "Milo threw up on my boxer shorts!"  Deddy continued yelling.  I did?  Hmmm.  Maybe it WAS me after all.  Mummy lookt down at the boxer shorts and she said, "Maybe you shouldn't have left them on the floor then," and she went back to sleep.  Deddy came over to me and said, "Well I'm just glad you didn't throw up on the carpit."

So there you go.  You know someone really loves you when you puke all over them or throw up on their boxer shorts and they don't get mad.  Now THAT'S love.  I think maybe I should throw up more often.  Maybe we all should!  Let's spred some joy, shall we?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mole in the Garden</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/342693</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 17:47:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and Deddy planted a vechtible garden.  They are very prowd of it and they check it every day t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and Deddy planted a vechtible garden.  They are very prowd of it and they check it every day to see what has grown.  Mummy likes to collekt the "harvist," which so far has only been one cherry tohmayto at a time.  But I think other stuff is growing in there, too, so maybe one of these days her harvist will be a little bigger.

Tonight Mummy took me over to the garden and she said, "Milo, we have a mole in there."  And I wasn't too sher what a MOLE was, but it sounded vaguely familiar, like something I was supposto eat or something.  Mummy showed me a little hole and she said, "Root it out, Milo, isn't that what you are supposto do?"  Am I?  What do I know?  I thot my job arownd here is to be king and eat and sleep and blow heiney toots.  I have other dooties, as we all know (such as cheerer-upper, licker, bug catcher, etc.) but I can't ever remember anything about moles in there.  So I hyoomerd Mummy and followed her over to the hole.  I smellt it, and...hmmm...it smellt...inchresting...did it smell like a mole?  I thot I would find out, so I dug, and I dug a little more, and Mummy was so excited, she started to clap.  "You're doing it Milo, you're getting back to your roots, this is what your breed was made for!"  I dug out a few more clumps of dirt and Mummy was still clapping and Deddy was laffing and Mummy said, "That's it, Milo, root him out!"  I have to be honist here.  I don't know what she was talking about.  All I know is, that dirt smellt good, so I dug at it.  And after I dug a bit, I stoppt.  I looked up at Mummy and she was all happy, and then I lookt back down at the dirt, and insted of digging more, I did what I really wanted to do.  I ate it.  I ate some of the dirt.  I chewed on it like it was a dirt salid bar.  Mummy gaspt.  "What are you doing?"  she cried, "Don't eat that!"  And I was confyoosed, as yooshual.  I thot that was what I was supposto be doing.  Mummy pikt me up and cleaned off my mouth (that dirt was yummy) and put me in the house.  I hate to admit it, but I don't even know what a mole is, really.  It sounds kind of chocolatey, no?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Return of the Milopillar</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/342047</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:38:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and Deddy got a new car/SUV/truck/thing with wheels.  It is a white and it is shiny and clean. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and Deddy got a new car/SUV/truck/thing with wheels.  It is a white and it is shiny and clean.  I like it because it reminds me of an an ice cream truck.  Anywho, I was not allowd to go inside of it at first.  This made me miss our old truck, which Mummy had niknamed "HunkaJunka."  With HunkaJunka, I was always allowd to go in there and get my hair all over it and get my snorky nose on the window and do whatever I wanted.  This truck is diffrint.  I think Mummy is sekretly in love with it.

Last night, Mummy finally said I could go in the new ice cream truck.  I was like, "WOW, woo-hoo, yippee, let's go!"  She grabbed my leash and as I was standing at the door innocintly waiting, she threw a towel over me! I lookt back at her and said, "Mummy, what the-"  and before I knew it, she had wrapped me up about fitty times in the towel, so that only my head stuck out and my little legs and paws were trappt inside, like a KAKOON!  "Okay," Mummy said, "Now we're ready!"  How hyoomiliating!  I had to sit on Mummy's lap in the front seat as Deddy drove us arownd.  The car has a map inside of it and a voice that can talk to you (but it doesn't say things like "Hello, Milo!" or "You look hansum today").  I thot it smellt good too (not at all like HunkaJunka!).  Deddy said I lookt like a little cattapillar or a burrito on Mummy's lap.  Mummy said she was just happy that my hair was not going to get all over everything.  If I have to become a Milopillar every time we get in the ice cream truck, then I would much rather Deddy drove us in his pickup.  So there.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nayboorhood News and a Cowch Pootayto</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/338282</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 14:09:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I have not written in a while I thot I should give you a nayboorhood update.  Not much has bee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I have not written in a while I thot I should give you a nayboorhood update.  Not much has been going on, but there are a few things worth menshuning.

One is that my nayboor MurFEE (the dog with the big head who a-stares out the window and looks like a stachoo) busted out of his yard and ran far, far away.  He saw a RABBIT in the grass and akchualee slipped off of his chane and went a-runnin.  We never saw a dog run so fast!  Lukilee our nayboors fownd him down by the little people daycare center.  I dunno what happind to the rabbit, tho.  Now MurFEE has to go to skool because he doesn't know how to lissen.  Ha!  I think that's kinda funny.  

The other inchresting thing in the kingdom is that a new dog has moved into the nayboorhood.  I don't know his name yet but I know he is from another kunchree.  His owners have an aksent (Mummy says they are RUSHIN).  Anyway, he is a big, fat Pug.  A Rushin Pug!    We saw him walking with his owners and they stoppt to say hello to us.  The lady owner said in her Rushin aksent:  "Ees thees Jack Roosell?"  And Mummy smiled and said yes.  She askt:  "Ees he dog who likes jump high?"  Mummy laft and said, "Yes, he can jump very high."  (and I am quite prowd of that, by the way).  The lady shook her head and poynted to her Rushin Pug and said, "He ees no jump high.  He ees cowch pootayto."  When we said goodbye and walked away, I wondered what a cowch pootayto was.  I thot it soundid kind of deelishus.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Being Tuff is Tuff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/334787</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jul 2007 17:25:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight there was a cohmoshun in the yard.  Deddy was outside watering the vechtible garden when he  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight there was a cohmoshun in the yard.  Deddy was outside watering the vechtible garden when he shouted to Mummy, "That black cat just chased a bunny thru here!"  Mummy made a fist and said, "Ferrill!"  She busted outside and said, "Where?  Where's the bunny?  Was it Cedric?  Is he okay?"  (Mummy named that bunny Cedric. I told her not to do that but she said he was one of the last surviving bunny and that he needed to have a name).  Deddy responded by saying that he "did not know who the heck Cedric was" but that he sprayed the hose at BlackFerrill and he ran into Nayboor Soosan's yard.  Mummy spotted Ferrill in the booshis so she ran at him, yelling and swinging her arms.  (I was at the door watching and I thot that was kinda funny).  Ferrill did not move an inch, but I saw him hissing at Mummy.  He was under the booshis where she couldn't reach him.  "That's it, Ferrill, I am getting out the big guns, now!"  she said, and she ran to get ME.  She put the leash on me and she said, "Okay, Milo, tuffen up!  We are going to run at him, give him everything you've got, make him run away fast!"  She really pumped me up.  I was reddy.  Mummy opened the back door and we bolted across the yard.  I ran in the wrong direkshun (I wasn't quite sher what we were looking for at first- I gess I wasn't listening to the direkshuns or something).  "Over here, Milo!  He's over here!"  Mummy said.  "Over where?  Here?  There?  Who's over where?  Which way?"  I said, running every direkshun but the right one.  Finalee I a-spotted him under the booshis and Mummy said, "Now you're done for, Ferrill!"  I charjed at him, but he only sat up on his haunches.  I darted at him, but he just hissed at me.  Mummy and I were a little taken aback.  I mean, aren't cats supposto be a-scared of dogs?  Espeshully ones that are charjing at them?  Mummy would not let me get too close.  She was suddenlee afraid that Ferrill was going to skratch me with his poysin claws.  "Rechreet, Milo!"  Mummy said, and we ran away from a-scary BlackFerrill.  He was still in the booshis staring at us, so I tried to run around in circles to freak him out.  "Is this tuff, Mummy?  This is tuff, right?  I'm being as tuff as I can," I said.  Mummy picked some mushrooms from the grass and threw them at Ferrill but he still did not budje.  So we called Nayboor Soosan for reinfarcmints.  She came outside with a pot of water to throw at BlackFerrill (for all of you cat lovers out there, keep in mind that these are weapons of minor power and are only used to a-scare that evil cat away).  Soosan put the pot down and I started to drink the water and Mummy said, "No, Milo, that's for throwing at Ferrill!"  At that poynt I was so excited and confoosed that I suddenlee had to take a poopy so I circled around for a bit and then let 'er rip.  When I was finnisht, BlackFerrill was gone (my poopy IS pretty scary, after all).  Deddy said he was disappointed in "that kalamity" and that I need to go to "Macho Skool."  I was trying to be as tuff as I could!  It's not easy when you are battling evil forces who have risen from the dead and eaten little bunnies for brekfest!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ding Dong BlackFerrill is Not Dead</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/332109</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Jul 2007 18:15:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There were rumers going around the kingdom that BlackFerrill was dead.  Do you remember BlackFerrill ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There were rumers going around the kingdom that BlackFerrill was dead.  Do you remember BlackFerrill?  He was the evil black ferrill cat who roamed this kingdom (unfartchunatly).  He was black and shaggy and about as big as a goat.  I think his tail was also shapt like a pitchfark.  Sevril months ago, BlackFerrill krept into our peaceful yard and unerthed a baybee bunny nest that I had been dootyfully guarding.  Ferrill killed the two baybees and dismembered their little bodies in the yard.  How evil can you get??  Ever since then, I have vowed to protekt this kingdom from the wikid BlackFerrill.  So you can imajin our joy at hearing one of our nayboors tell us that BlackFerrill was dead.  "I saw his boddy up on the road, near the pond," she told us.  "It lookt like he got hit by a car."  Well, I had not even sang the first verse of "Ding Dong BlackFerrill is dead..." when Deddy opent our front door one morning on his way to work and showted, "Hey, that black cat was just on our porch!"  So uhparentlee no one saw BlackFerrill's corpse rise from the road to live again because he's NOT DEAD AT ALL!

I saw that evil shadow in our yard again tonight, seeking to destroy some more lives, I gess.  I barked and barked and Mummy ran out in the yard after him.  He only ran a few feet before stopping, turning arownd, and HISSING at us.  This war is not over.  No sirree, the war has just begun!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nerf Cheese</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/330038</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:24:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy has been working on my Dogster page.  She made my name GREEN for the Limey Diseese.  She put b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy has been working on my Dogster page.  She made my name GREEN for the Limey Diseese.  She put blue paw prints in the bakgrownd.  She added some new fotos, and she added to my slideshow.  Isn't Mummy the greatest?  Just had to point that out.

So yesterday I went for a walk in the kingdom with Mummy and Deddy, and to my deelite and supprise, I saw a BALL in the meadow!  Who would be foolish enough to leave such treashurs behind?  The best part was that this ball was something called a NERF ball, and it was YELLOW like a big gobstopper.  When I went to bite it, I fownd out that it was SKWISHY!  NERF balls are supposto be like that.  So I started shaking it around in my teeth, and Mummy got that same worried look on her face (the same look she got when I picked up the SLAM DUNK baybee rattull).  She said, "I think that ball belongs to the little boy who lives akross the street, Milo.  Put it down."  I looked at her and thot, "oh no-no-no, if he left it out here then it is cleerly MINE now."  I shook it around in my mouth just to show her what I ment.  So Deddy stepped in and tried to wrestle the ball away from me, but NERF balls are easy to hold on to, so I sekured my alligator grip arownd this skwishy ball and HELD ON!  Deddy pulled.  I pulled.  Deddy pulled again.  Mummy said, DROP IT.  I growled my bumble-bee sownding growl and wagged my tail.  NERF balls were FUN!  The next thing I knew, the NERF ball sprung away from me and it was in Deddy's hands.  But it was also still in my mouth.  How did this happin?  "OH MY GOD," Mummy said, " You just tore a HOLE IN IT!"  (I did?  How did I do that?)  "What if that little boy is watching right now?" Mummy gasped and said "Quick, put the piece back in!"  But it was too late. I herd her say that, and I RAN, knowing that if I could not have this NERF ball then I would at least get a PIECE of it.  It was cool.  It looked like a chunk of cheese and I carried it prowdly.  Mummy said, "Let's get out of here!"  and we ran away.  She said someday someone is going to come after us for all of the lost things I have stolin from the grass.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Freak on a Leash</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/327630</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 17:39:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I saw the weirdest thing I ever seen in my whole intire life.  And belieeve me, I seen som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I saw the weirdest thing I ever seen in my whole intire life.  And belieeve me, I seen some weird things.  Like the time I seen my friend Louie and he had no hair from this diseese he has.  He looked like frankendog.  And I once seen my cousin JB eat her own poopy.  I seen Deddy eat a whole box of glazed donuts (that was not so much weird as it was amazing.  Deddy is the coolest!).  I seen someone "moon" Mummy and I from a car at 11:00 in the morning on one of our walks.  I seen a crazy lady fall down at our feet while trying to walk a germin shepperd that wasn't hers (remember THAT?  If you didn't read about it, go back and look up my entry about things being "unprediktabull" and you'll see what I mean).  I seen the evil cat BlackFerrill carry away live baby bunnees in his mouth.  I seen my cousin Ralph (and that's it - I mean, he is just weird, all by himself.  He looks like he came from a laboratoree).  So anyway, this weird thing tops all the others. Mummy, Deddy, and I were taking a walk through the kingdom yesterday when a lady with blonde hair rounded the  corner near  her garage.  She had a leash in her hand but I couldn't see the dog she was walking because it was behind a bush.  But I did notiss that it had a very long tail.  When they walked out in front of us, I ran up to see this new friend.  But I stopped dead in my tracks because right away I knew SOMETHING WAS DIFFRINT about this dog.  It had a long tail, it had whiskers, it had poynted ears.  And then it hit me- I knew what it was- this was NOT a dog!!  HOLY KREP (see, I was so shoked I even said a bad word)...it was a CAT!  The lady was walking her CAT on a LEASH!  When I realized it was a cat, my ears stood up.  I jumped back about a foot.  I was totally FREAKED OUT!!!  "Mummy!  Do you see what I see?  That's a- she has a- it's on a - HOLY KREP!!!"  For a few minutes I danced around this leashed feeline, kumpleetelee bewilldird.  Mummy couldn't tell if I was a-skared or what, but the cat was starting to look a little unshur, so she led me away.  But I said, MY GOSH I HAVE to WRITE THIS DOWN because I thot no one would beleeve what I seen. And there you go, the weerdest thing I seen in my whole intire life.  Top that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Paranoyd</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/324317</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 17:27:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of the worst things about having the Lime Diseese is that I have not been able to go on as many  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of the worst things about having the Lime Diseese is that I have not been able to go on as many walks and my advnechurs are not so advenchurus anymore.  But little by little I am getting better and I am starting to take longer walks through the kingdom again.  I don't have many advenchurs to report yet, but I did learn a new word (isn't it fun when I learn new words?  I think so). Anyway, this is a word that diskribes Mummy.  The word is PARAnoyd.  PARAnoyd means you think there are ticks everywhere.  If Mummy used it in a sentinss it would sound like this:  "Milo, you cannot walk in the woods because I am paranoyd."  or "I will not let Milo run in the grass because I am paranoyd."   Mummy is a-scared of ticks now.  She thinks they will bite me again (come ON Mummy, I mean I already gots the Limes!).  No matter where I walk, she pulls my leash and says, "Not in THERE, Milo!"  or "Get OUT of THERE, Milo!  There's TICKS IN THERE, Milo..."  So that is why I say she is paranoyd.  If you are wondering where I learnt this big word from, I will tell you.  Deddy taught me.  He says it all the time to Mummy when she thinks there are ticks on our walks:  "You are PARAnoyd."  So now I can add that word to my dikshunary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hi Mum</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/316393</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 05:57:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we were walking thru the kingdom and we fownd a house where someone had written in chawk o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we were walking thru the kingdom and we fownd a house where someone had written in chawk on the sidewalk.  In BIG letters it said "HI MUM."  Mummy looked at it and laffed.  "Did you write that, Milo?"  Mummy asked me.  I looked up at her and smiled. "Nope," I said.  But what are the chances of finding Mummy's name on the sidewalk like that?  I think that's what they call I-RONIK.  You just never know what you're going to see in this kingdom.

P.S.  Did you notiss that I went for a walk?  I am getting better and better every day!!  No lime is going to get me down.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not All Limes are Bad Lymes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/319509</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jun 2007 14:18:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I have Lyme Diseese, I thot it would be nice to poynt out that not all lymes are bad.  So I ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I have Lyme Diseese, I thot it would be nice to poynt out that not all lymes are bad.  So I have kumpiled a list of good things abowt limes below.  You mite want to print out a copy and keep it handy in your pockit or something.

GOOD LIMES:
-key LIME pie
-LIMEade
-the pirate word "bLIMEy!"
-LIME in the Coke
-"I like to cLIME on Toy Mowntin."
-Corona with LIME (Deddy gave me that one)
-when something is subLIME

BAD LIMES:
-Lyme Diseese

So you see, cleerly there are more good limes in the world than bad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When Life Hands You A Lemon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/318929</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jun 2007 04:45:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have some upsetting news.  I hope you are all sitting down.  I have been very sick this past week, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have some upsetting news.  I hope you are all sitting down.  I have been very sick this past week, to the point where I could not walk.  Mummy has been caring for me and carrying me from place to place.  I was so sick that at times I could not lift my little head........We went to the dokter and I was told that I have....prepare yourselfs...Lemon's Diseese!  I know, it's too horrybull to bear, but please don't cry!  Lemon's Diseese is an awful thing, but I...wait, Mummy says I am saying it wrong.  It's not Lemon's Diseese.  Heh-heh, soree about that.  It's Lime's Diseese!  Well how was I supposto know?  Lemon, lime, what's the diffrins?  Mummy also says it is spelled with a Y.  Lyme's Diseese.  I knew that, I just liked it better with the i.  Geez, I know how to spell my own diseese, Mummy!  Anyway, so yes, I have a diseese that was cawsed by a dirty little tick.  I never saw a tick on me, but the dokter says they are so tiny we wouldn't have seen it.  But the good thing is, I am on speshull medicine called ANTEEbiotiks.  I thot at first this would make me have speshull robot powers, but Mummy says that is "bionik."  Oh well.  So here is a sumaree of my illness, and then I will tell you one good thing abowt it:

For abowt a week I could not walk and slept all the time.  I was still eating my food (I'm not going to skip THAT!) so Mummy was confoosed as to what was wrong with me, and thot maybe I had just made my mussles sore from swimming at Gramma Z's.  But by the third day I was so sick that I could barelee move, and Mummy was crying.  She thot I was going to die.  She took me to the dokter where they found I had a 103 fever and that two of my legs had joynt problums.  They took my blood (how rood!) and fownd out it was The Lymes.  Then they gave Mummy jiant pills for me to take and said I would be better in 48 owers.  They said I would be as good as new, and that my simptums would not come back.  Phew!  I took the pill for a  few days but I was still not better and Mummy was beginning to think that the dokter was rong.  But then LAST night, it was like the LYME SWICH was turned OFF and I felt GREAT!  I RAN, yes, RAN!) into the living room, grabbed a toy from toy mowntin, and JUMPT up on the sofa and THROO it in Mummy's face.  And guess what Mummy did?  She startid to cry again!  Geez!  She said she was so happy to see me playing again.  It did not matter at all that it was 11:00 at night.

So I am getting better by the minnit!  And here is the ONE good thing abowt having the Lyme's:  every morning I take my pill and it is wrappt ina  piece of SALAMEE!  What more could a little king ask for?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King Falls Ill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/317287</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 May 2007 18:46:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Dogster friends,
I am sick.  I do not feel good.  I will not go outside to play.  I will not g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Dogster friends,
I am sick.  I do not feel good.  I will not go outside to play.  I will not go for walks.  Mummy does not know what is wrong with me and she is very sad.  She says I am LETH-ar-jik.  I am still eating my dinners and drinking water tho, and Mummy says that is good .  But I sleep a lot and Mummy says that is not good.  Tamarro I will go to the dokter and I hope they will make me feel better.  Mummy says it is very sad that I am laying down all the time.  She wants to see me run in the meadow and I won't do it.  I can't rool my kingdom in this condishun, I know.  If Stormin Norman were here, I might have put him in charge while I was indispohsd, but I can't think of anyone who can handle the job right now.  So the kingdom will have to rool itself in my absins!  Maybe I will feel better after I see the dokter.  I just hope she doesn't give me any shots in the heiney.

Love,
Lil' King Milo 

P.S.  Thanks for inklooding me in all of your "tagging" games.  I was tagged TEN times!  Maybe when I gets better I will tag some pups back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Saloot to Lezlee</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/316391</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 May 2007 05:52:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been so busy eating, sleeping, and poopying that I have not had a chance to write in my diary ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been so busy eating, sleeping, and poopying that I have not had a chance to write in my diary lately.  Sorry about that.  But I do have a good story to tell you about a new friend that I made.  Her name is LEZ-lee.  She is a black labradoor.  She has purtty black fur and a big smile and she wags her tail a lot.  She came to visit us one day with her mom, Dannyel.  We walked arownd the kingdom together and I felt very prowd to be with LEZ-lee.  I hoped we would run into one of my friends so I could say, "This is my new smiley friend LEZ-lee."   

When our walk was over and we said goodbye, I told Mummy that I liked LEZ-lee and hoped we would walk together again.  But Mummy said that couldn't happin because LEZ-lee was leeving.  "She has to go to a speshul skool to be a seeing eye dog, Milo," Mummy said.  And I thot, "WOW LEZ-lee is going to learn how to read minds, perdikt the fuchur, and tell fartunes!"  But then Mummy explayned that a seeing eye dog helps the blind peoples.   I thot that was a very nobull thing for LEZ-lee to do.  Mummy said I would not be cut out for a job like that.  Besides, I have so many jobs as it is (profeshunul pooper, bug hunter, face licker, fur farmer, cheerer-upper, etc.).  So LEZ-lee, I saloot you!  I know you are going to make the blind peoples very happy.  But I would still like to know if there is a skool for reading minds. perdikting the fuchur, and telling fartunes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Gummy in a Haystack</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/311873</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 May 2007 18:47:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have soopeerior abilitees, you know.  At leest that's what Mummy says.  A few days ago we were wal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have soopeerior abilitees, you know.  At leest that's what Mummy says.  A few days ago we were walking on the sidewalk and I ran to the left out into the meadow.  Mummy saw that I had found something in the grass, because I was sniffing furiouslee.  "What is it, Milo?  What did you find?" Mummy asked.  She moved the blades of grass with her foot (she has learned by now to be cawshus with my findings - you just never know what I'll discover!).  I was very exsited by what I found in the grass.  I wagged my tail and smiled up at Mummy as she unearthed my discoveree.  "A gummy bear?"  Mummy said.  "You found a gummy bear?"  Yes indeedy, a juicy red little gummy bear.  "That's like finding a needle in a haystack," Mummy said to me.  "How did you manage to find a little gummy bear hidden in the grass in this whole meadow?"  If I had shoulders, I would have shrugged.  But then I thot, Why would anyone want to find a needle in a haystack?  That's just a waste of time.  Now a gummy bear, on the other hand, THAT is worth some effort.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miloglyphics</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/309894</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 May 2007 19:15:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and Deddy have notisst that I have been leaving strange claw marks in the carpit upstairs.  I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and Deddy have notisst that I have been leaving strange claw marks in the carpit upstairs.  I have been leaving tracks at the top of the stairs that look like leetle lines in the carpit.  Why, you ask?  I, of corse, know eggsaktly why I am doing this, but I am not at libertee to reveel the sekrits in my brane.  

So Mummy had some theeorees as to why I am doing this.  She thot maybe I was sleeping at the top of the stairs during the day and trying to "fluff up" the carpit before I sleep (I do this sometimes in the bed - try to make myself a "nest" and I dig at the blankits).  Then she thot maybe the treat trapper that she gives me when she leaves is too diffykult to get the treats out of.  She thot maybe I was making the marks while trying to dig the treat out of the trapper.  Hmmm.  All good ideeuhs.

Then Deddy helped Mummy think of some MORE reasons why I might be clawing the carpet.  Here is what they came up with.  Maybe the claw marks are there because:

1). I'm placing an order for dinner.  "I'll have a HAMburger, rare please, with extra pikkles."
2.) I'm trying to dig my way out (or at leest downstairs)
3) I'm keeping trak of every minute that I am alone- "ONE minute, that's one mark, TWO minutes, another mark..."
4.) I'm writing an S.O.S. messij:  "HELP, I am LONELEE.  SEND TOYS."
5). I am kreating artwerk, like an "ETCH-UH-SKETCH" on the carpit.
6). I'm making pikchurs, like Miloglyphics.
7). I am fassynaytid by my long claws and just trying to see what I can do with them (COOL!  I can make LINES!)
8).  I am making Milo crop circles.
9)  I'm playing tik-tak-toe with myself.

Amoosing, right?  If I tell you now why I am making claw marks in the carpit, that would just rooin the mystiree.  I hafta keep everyone gessing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I shed, therefore, I am Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/309493</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 May 2007 17:05:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am taking a break from hiding from the big booms and lightflings that have been going on around he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am taking a break from hiding from the big booms and lightflings that have been going on around here today.  When Mummy came home I was sitting right by the door because I was so a-scared.  Mummy picked me up in her arms and rocked me for a while and then I felt better.  Sometimes that's all it takes!

How was your Mummy's Day?  Mine was fun.  I gots to see Aunt Laura and my crazy cousins PeeWee and J.B.  I also gots to see Gramma and Grampa O.  We ate dinner outside on Aunt Laura's new patty-o.  She made chiken and Mummy made banana cake.  Yum!  After dinner, I hopped on Gramma O's lap and she said, "He shur does shed a lot.  I think he has like skin problums or something."  (Mummy offen says I am like "PigPen" from that Peanuts cartoon.  She says I run and a cloud of white hair follows behind me).  "Do you ever brush him?" Gramma O askt.  Mummy answered, "Sometimes, but it has to be a windy day.  He really doesn't like it.  Sometimes it's not worth the effort."  (She had a lot of exkuses.)  So anyway, Aunt Laura went inside and came back out with a hairbrush (ick, I hate those things!), so Mummy took me in the grass and started to brush me.  Within a few minutes she heard everyone yelling.  She turned around to see my hair floating in the air around her from the brushing, and everyone had left the patty-o.  They skattered like bugs!  They were coffing and waving the hair away from their faces.  "It's everywhere!"  Grampa O yelled.  "It's getting in the food!" Aunt Laura cried, "Oh my god, look at it!" gasped Gramma O.  True, there was white fur everywhere.  I was quite proud.  It was rolling along in the grass like tumbleweeds.  Aunt Laura akchualee made Mummy get down on her hans and nees and pick it all up out of the grass.  I still don't see what the big deal was.  As I always say, let it be!  Maybe it will sink into the grownd and grow a Milo tree.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Bling-Bling</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/306961</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 May 2007 18:12:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what bling-bling is?  Bling-blings are the sparkly charms that hang off of my collar.  M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what bling-bling is?  Bling-blings are the sparkly charms that hang off of my collar.  Mummy says the bling-bling has a speshul purpus.  She says the bling-bling is there to:
1)  keep me safe because my name and the address of my castle are listed on there in case I ever gets losted  
2) to make NOISE so that Mummy always knows where I am in the castle.  She says if she doesn't hear the jingle jingle of my bling-bling, there is bound to be trubble!  When Deddy takes my collar off at night, he says I am in "Stelth mode" (that means you can't hear me coming!)  
3) to look cool.   That's the only reason I, persunalee, wear the bling-bling.

Anyway, tonight I was playin with Deddy on the sofa while Mummy was working on the laptop compuder on the sofa across from us (its called a sekshunul sofa because it's in SEKSHUNS).  So as I was sayin, I was throwing toys in Deddy's face, which is oh so much fun, when all of a suddin, Mummy heard me crying and whimpering (she said it was a sound that could break anyone's little heart).  When she looked up, she saw that one of my nails on my paw was caught in my own bling-bling, and I was crying!  And what was Deddy doing, you ask, as I was standing on his chest with toys, stuck in my own bling-bling, crying and sad and a-scared?  He was ASLEEP!  OUT LIKE A LIGHT!!!  Mummy jumped up and freed me from the klutchis of my own charms.  I was mortyfide.  Deddy woke up after it was all over and klaimed that he heard me.   Mummy couldn't understand how Deddy could be asleep when I was standing on his chest.  She said stuff to Deddy like "whatiswrongwithyoudidn'tyouhearhimcrying" amongst other things.  I was a little emberressed and had to sit and think about things for a while.  It's not every day that you get stuck in your own bling-bling, after all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Majikal Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/305726</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 May 2007 18:17:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Shhh!  I want to tell you a sekrit!  I just found out that my peepee is MAJIKAL!  That's right, maji ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Shhh!  I want to tell you a sekrit!  I just found out that my peepee is MAJIKAL!  That's right, majik peepee!!  You see, every day after we go on our long walks, we come back home (obveeusly).  Right before we get in the door, I have to lift my leg and peepee on the bush near our front door.  Mummy always says the same thing:  "WHY must you PEE on our OWN bush, Milo?"  Sometimes she attempts to stop me, but mostly she just kumplains.  It's only a little peepee, after all, because by that point, I'm all empty anyway.

Well. yesterday we saw our nayboor Soosan outside.  Soosan said she had spoken to the landskaypers and that they were very impresst with Mummy's yoo-on-i-mus.  Mummy said, "What's a yoo-on-i-mus?"  And Nayboor Soosan said, "That is the name of the bush that grows outside your front door.  The landskayper said he had never seen one so big and green before.  He wanted to know if you fertylized it."  Mummy looked down at me and I looked up at Mummy.  "Why, yes, Nayboor Soosan," I said, "I fertylize that bush EVERY DAY!"  So I think my peepee must have some kind of majik ingreedient in it that makes plants grow.  I think maybe I should start peepeeing on some of the house plants to see what will happin!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The &quot;US&quot; words</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/305202</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 May 2007 05:38:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Over the past few days I have lerned three new words.  And the weerd thing is, they all end in &quot;us.&quot; ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Over the past few days I have lerned three new words.  And the weerd thing is, they all end in "us."  So I call them the Us Words.  So I will help expand your vokabularee and teach you the us words, too.  I am soree, but I cannot teach you how to spell them.  Everyone knows I am a sporadik bad speller.

UHBLIVEEUS:  Mummy said this is what I was when I failed to notiss a little girl person playing in the meadow on our walk this week.  Mummy said the girl was driving a mini pink jeep play car through the grass and I didn't even notiss her.  I did, however, notice a fat pinecone lying in a parking spot nearby and ran over to sniff it out.  Mummy said, "You notiss a pinecone but not an electrikul pink jeep in the meadow?  You are UHBLIVEEUS today, Milo."  So I think that word means I only see the really importint stuff.

DEELEEREEUS:  Mummy came home early from work yesterday so she could get reddy for a partay in the evning.  We sat outside and had lunch together.  But in all honisty, she was interrupting my reguler sleepy time by coming home so early, so I was a little out of it.  She gave me a peece of pizza crust and I carryed it out to the grass.  I threw it in the grass and tried to bury it with my nose.  Mummy said, "What are you doing?  Are you DEELEEREEUS, Milo?  You're supposto eat that!"  So I think that word means I can hide stuff really well.

NAWSHUS:  Mummy and I took a walk yesterday, but like I said, she had come home early and it really threw off my sleepy-time pattern.  We went all the way down the bike path and I think I was all full of DEELEEREEUS and UHBLIVEEUS because all of a suddin my stumik starting going glubglubglub and I stopped ded in my tracks.  I gots a funny look on my face.  Mummy said, "Uh-oh, are you okay?"  and then I ran and puked (blech!) in the grass.  Mummy felt bad for me and she petted my head and said, "Did you feel NAWSHUS on the whole walk?  I'm sorree, Milo."  So I think NAWSHUS means someone interrupts your sleepy time and that makes you puke.

So write those words down in case you want to use them someday.  Oh, and, I know one other "us" word, too- DEELISHUS!  But I don't have to write down the definishun for you because that one speaks for itself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Did you ever wonder?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/302995</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 07:47:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Queschun of the day:
Why do baybee toys look so much like dog toys anyway?

I was trying to get D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Queschun of the day:
Why do baybee toys look so much like dog toys anyway?

I was trying to get Deddy to play with me and my baybee rattull today.  But all he said was, "You need to stop throwing that in my face because it smells like baybee perfoom and I find that disterbing."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Going Anywhere</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/301847</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 03:39:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy had a nightmare last night.  She said she dreemt that Gramma and Grampa O. were supposto babys ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy had a nightmare last night.  She said she dreemt that Gramma and Grampa O. were supposto babysit me but they left me in a parked car with the doors open to go shopping.  They ran into Mummy shopping and when she said, "Where's Milo?" they said, "We left him in the car with the doors open" (it was a dreem, you know).  So Mummy said, "He's going to jump out and run away!" They said, "He's not going to go anywhere!"  Mummy said in the dream she felt panikkt trying to get back to me in time so that I did not run away.  And then she woke up.  When she told Deddy about the dreem, he laffed.  "What's so funny?"  Mummy asked, "It was scary to think Milo would ever run away."  Deddy said, "Your parints were right in the dreem.  He's not going to go anywhere.  He knows no one else would put up with his krep."  (I think krep is a bad word but I'm not shur)  "Sleeping on the bed, growling in the middle of the night, drinking our cereal milk.  He's staying right here."  Mummy started to laff too and that made me wag my tail.  I did not know what everyone was laffing at but I think I had somethin to do with it.  That's youshuallee the case.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Apologee Letter (with sporadik bad spelling)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/302161</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 20:23:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Mummy,

I am soree that I stole a poor innocint little baybee person's rattle from the grass  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Mummy,

I am soree that I stole a poor innocint little baybee person's rattle from the grass yesterday (even tho it was CLEERLEE left unattendid). 

I am soree that I carry-ed the baybee rattull into the house even tho it might have had some kind of baybee disease like babyitis or babylosis. 

I am soree that I kept shaking the baybee rattull while you were on the fone with Gramma O. and that you couldn't heer what she was saying cuz the baybee rattull was so loud.

I am also soree that I tosst the baybee rattul in your face while you were trying to watch TV at night (but what's so grate about that No Deal show with all the sootkases anyway?).

And oh, yes, I am soree that I threw the baybee rattull down the stairs at 11:00 at night just to see what would happin.

I would promiss you that these things will never happin again but I just can't be shur.

Your Luving Son/Dog,
MiLo]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Slam Dunk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/302056</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:00:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>According to Mummy, today's walk was EMBERRESSING.  I do not know much about this word, so I will ex ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ According to Mummy, today's walk was EMBERRESSING.  I do not know much about this word, so I will explayn what happund and you can make your own desishun.  

Mummy and I were taking our yooshooal afternoon walk when I notisst a toy next to the sidewalk on the way to the bike path.  It looked like a little baskitball.  It was plushy orange with the words "SLAM DUNK" on it.  I sniffed it and rolled it around with my nose, and it made a funny rattuling sound.  "That's not a dog toy, Milo, that's a baybee toy," Mummy said, "Just leave it alone because I am sure someone will come back for it."  So I did what she said (or so it seemed).  We ran up the bike path bridge and then down the other side of the bike path bridge, and walked to the wooden fence like we normally do.  On the way back down the bike path, I started running.  Mummy and I like to run up and down the bike path bridge because it feels like a runway and the wind blows in your ears WHOOOOSH.  Mummy says it makes you feel alive.  Anyway, I felt SO ALIVE that I ran down the sidewalk and made a beeline for that baybee orange baskitball toy.  SLAM DUNK!  I wanted it.  Before Mummy could stop me, I picked it up.  "No, Milo!' she said, "That's a baybee rattul!  You can't have that!"  But I ran ahead of her with the orange "baybee rattul" sticking out of my mouth. I did not know what a baybee rattul was but I did not care.  I liked the sound it made when I ran.  Mummy sighed and said, "Fine, but we'd better hurry up and get home before someone sees you with that and thinks that we stole it from some poor, innocint baybee."  I thot this was ridiculous because clearly the little baybee person did not take good care of it in the first place if it was left in the grass.

The whole way home my new orange toy made a loud rattuling sound as I carried it in my mouth. CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH it said, sounding like little balls rolling around inside of it.  It was LOUD!!  "Oh my gosh," Mummy said.  She sounded horryfied.  I was so proud as I carried it in my mouth and it made its CH-CH sound.  Mummy, however, seemed EMBERRESSED.  She kept looking around to make shur no one was watching.  She said she felt like we were stealing baybee toys.  "I can't believe you are carrying a baybee rattul in your mouth," Mummy said.  "You should be ashamed of yourself."    I did not feel ashamed at all.  I felt COOL.  I passed FEEbee the germin sheperd from down the street and I stopped and stared at her with my new plushy orange baybee rattul hanging out of my mouth.  I felt like FEEbee would be jellus.  I felt TUFF with my new toy.  "That's a baybee rattul," Mummy said again when she saw me giving FEEbee my tuff look.  "You are flaunting a baybee rattul."  

When we got home I dashed inside with my new toy and it made its rattuling sound all over the house.  Mummy kept trying to get me to drop it by saying things like, "You don't need a baybee rattul," and "Some poor little baybee person is prabublee crying without their rattul."  She even tried, "How do you know that toy doesn't have some kind of disease, like babyitis or something?"  She couldn't trick me.  That toy was mine now.  SLAM DUNK it says on it SLAM DUNK Milo is COOL with his little BAYBEE PERSON RATTUL.  SLAM DUNK!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beware the ChupaGobla</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/300942</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 16:12:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what the ChupaCabra is?  It is a vampire-like creechur that lives in South Amerryka and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what the ChupaCabra is?  It is a vampire-like creechur that lives in South Amerryka and terrorizes their nayborhoods much the same way that evil cat BlackFerrill does around here.  Except this creechur, the ChupaCabra, is like a Bigfoot or a Lok Ness Monster or something because no one is really shur what it looks like or if it really even exists.  But Mummy likes to watch those TV shows about gosts and monsters and stuff and she likes the one about the ChupaCabra.  Deddy laughs at her because he doesn't really like nachur (Mummy calls him a "nachur hater") and he doesn't beleev in things like the ChupaCabra.  Mummy says his imajinayshuns are very small and that he is angry at nachur because he can't figyoor out how it works like the rest of his enjineering stuff.

Anyway, you should also know that I have many nicknames.  One of the names Mummy uses oftin on me is GOBBLES.  She will shorten it and call me GOBBY or GOBBINI or GOBSTER.  Deddy gave me the nickname one Thanksgiving when I was eating a lot and he saw a turkey on TV with the same name.  

When we go to sleep at night, I like to curl up in between Mummy and Deddy.  Mummy is not a very sound sleeper, but Deddy is, and sometimes I worry that he will roll over and crush me while he is sleeping.  So when he rolls my way, I let out a warning noise that goes something like this: 
"EHHHHHEEHHHHrrrrrrrRRRRrrrr"
If Deddy keeps rolling near me and does not lissen to my warning sound, I will just get louder insted of moving out of the way:  
"EEEEHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"  
Sometimes Mummy has to shake me and snap me out of it, because she is afraid I will "rear up like a skorpeeon and bite Deddy in the face."  I don't think that will ever happin, but you just never know.  Mummy and Deddy are convinced that I get a little crazee when I sleep and that the warning noises are getting out of conchrol.  Deddy said maybe I am possessed and that I become the "ChupaGobla" while I am sleeping.  So there you go, now I am warning you.  If you ever sleep next to me and roll too close, my eyes might glow red and I might make a mean sound at you and I might rear up and thretten you with loud noises like a mean old ChupaGobla.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In Need of a Plan</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/300915</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:08:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Our kingdom is a fun place.  There is so much to do.  There are paths to walk on, bridges to cross,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our kingdom is a fun place.  There is so much to do.  There are paths to walk on, bridges to cross, and streams to splash in.  I get to see lots of friends and sometimes even find tennis balls in the medow (it's like finding berried treshur!).  One of my favrit places to walk is to the pool.  All of the people who live in our kingdom can use this pool in the summer time, and as much as I LOVE to swim, I youshooalee do not pay much attenshun to the pool (probublee because I am NOT ALLOWED to swim in it).  The pool is closed during the winter, and they drain it and put a big, green blankit thingie over it.  But yesterday the weather was not so angry, and the sun was shining and it was warm.  When we walked by the pool, I notisst something diffrint.  The green blankit thingie was gone and they were filling the pool with water!  Now, I have walked past this pool a hundrid times.  I have glanst at it longingly but never really thot too much about it.  But yesterday, it was HOT and I herd the water going PLOOP PLOOP PLOOP as it dropped into the empty pool, and I saw that there were no people in it and no lifegards to yell at me and I thot, "I WANT TO GO SWIMMING!" So I dragged Mummy over to the iron fence of the pool.  "You can't swim in there, Milo," she said.  (And don't think she doesn't have a conversayshun out loud with me because she DOES, and sometimes people will walk by and wonder who she is talking to).  Anyway, I thot, "I can TOO swim in there," so I stuck my head between the iron bars of the fence.  "NO, Milo, you're NOT ALLOWED" Mummy said, "and you CAN'T FIT throo the bars."  I was determined to prove her wrong, so I stuck a paw throo along with my head.  "It's not going to work, Milo," she said.  She grabbed my back two legs and pulled me out from between the bars.  I did not like this one bit so I sat down with my back to Mummy and stared at the pool.  "MILO," Mummy said in her warning voice. She tugged at my leesh but I would not budj.  I would not look at her.  "You go on without me, Mummy, I am going to stay right here and find a way throo these bars," I said.  Mummy started to laff at that point, and then she came over and pickt me up and carried me away.  

I'm shur this is not the end.  I just need time to plan my way in now.  And then I can splash in the glorryus PLOOP PLOOP PLOOP of the kingdom pool.  Yup, I just need a plan...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am no trubble</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/299449</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 18:39:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says that sometimes I get her into trubble in the little people skool where she works.  I didn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says that sometimes I get her into trubble in the little people skool where she works.  I didn't see how this was possybull since I don't even GO there, but she explaynd it to me.  She said that she told all the teecher people about my BIG MOVIE DEBUT and that she sent them all a link to my Dogster page.  One of the teechers came up to her and said, "You know, you have a lot of TY-POHS on that page."  And they poyntid out I spelled deth wrong when I was talking about Mrs. Rabbit's baybees in the pikchur above.  Mummy tried to explain that I am a sporadik bad speller, but she's not shur if they quite understood.  TEECHERS, you see, always spell stuff rite and they don't make mistakes like us dogs do.  Upperentlee, they do not have sporadik bad spelling ishoos.

Mummy said she also had a parint of a little person ask her if my diary entries were written at skool because the times next to each entry were sometimes dooring skool owrs.  Mummy had to explain that Dogster time is PUHsific time (whatever that means) and we are EEstern time.  

So what it comes down to is that I don't know what any of this means.  I don't know what a TY-POH is and I thot PUHsific is when you explayn yourself really well, like, "I do not like blak cats, or let me be PUHsifik, I do not like BlackFerrill, who terrorizes my kingdom."  So anyway, if I don't understand this stuff, how can I be the one causing trubble?  Geez, I get blamed for everyting.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There are no eggs in a NOREASTER</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/297836</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 19:07:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy said that a NOREASTER was coming.  And I was happy about that because EASTER was FUN! (Did you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy said that a NOREASTER was coming.  And I was happy about that because EASTER was FUN! (Did you see my egg hunt viddy-ohs?)   I had an egg hunt and I searched all over the house Easter morning.  I found plastic eggs all over the place, like behind pillos and stuff.  All of the eggs had treets in them and I spent the rest of the day looking for eggs even after Mummy said I had already found them all (I had to be SHOOR, you know).  Anyway, I was waiting and waiting for this NOREASTER to come, but there were NO EGGS, NOTHING.  Just RAIN!  And you know how much I HATE  rain.  Instead of looking for eggs, I spent the day waiting for a window.  You remember, right?  The "window of opportoonitee."  As soon as the rain stopped, Mummy took me outside to make a peepee.  THAT'S  the window of opportoonitee.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun in the Sun with Milo (but just for one day)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/293628</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Apr 2007 17:52:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>HAY!  I have been so excited about my newfound fame and farchun that I forgot to ask if you saw my n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ HAY!  I have been so excited about my newfound fame and farchun that I forgot to ask if you saw my new viddy-ohs.  There are two, and you can see me running around the bich!  Wait, Mummy says I am totally spelling that wrong.  I am a sporadik bad speller, you know.  So anyway, I am at the BEECH!  But it's not a real beech, it's the beech at a reservoir, which is like a jiant lake.  But the cool thing is that the water MOVES all by itself in a reservoir!  When you are in a swimming pool, you make the waves yourself.  But when I threw myself into the reservoir water, it was moving all around me.  Waves!  You can see my fassinayshun with it in my first viddy-oh up there.  I was pretty amazed that the water kept on moving.  And I liked how the sand felt beneath my paws.  I spread my toes out to squish them into it.  You can see that in the pikchur above, too.  I looked for jellyfish like my friend Cooper ketches in Florryda, but Mummy says they don't have jellyfish in the reservoir.  Maybe they should get some!  

But I only got to go to the beech ONCE this week because the weather got angry or something and today it was SNOWING.  I don't know what that was all about.  But at leest I got to wear my tuff t-shirt with the skulls on it again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Famiss Dogs Make Demands</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/293626</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Apr 2007 17:46:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of Mummy's little people students went to see &quot;Firehouse Dog&quot; on its opening day (now THAT'S dev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of Mummy's little people students went to see "Firehouse Dog" on its opening day (now THAT'S devoshun!).  He told us that I am INDEED in the end credits, on the left side, with my NAME buhneeth my pikchur, like this...***MILO***.  He said when they saw my face, they CHEERED!  HA!  Mummy was so excited when she herd the news.  She ran around the house skreeming and yelling.  And then she gave me a chewchew stick and called everyone we knew.  And then she had some ice cream, but I'm not shur if that had anything to do with me.

So now that I am famiss, I am going to start to think of some things that I would like.  Isn't that what famiss dogs do?  They make demands.  So the first thing I would like is a toylit made of solid gold.  I will have to think of some more things and get back to you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Am I Famiss Yet?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/292140</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Apr 2007 14:44:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow is my movie premeer!!!!  Mummy says I need to stop calling it that, but it's true.  Tomaro  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is my movie premeer!!!!  Mummy says I need to stop calling it that, but it's true.  Tomaro they premeer the movie FIREHOUSE DOG starring MILO in the END CREDITS.  The thing is, I don't know if I am akchualee going to be in the end credits of the movie.  I KNOW I am going to be in the end credits of the DVD because the kontest people said so.  But I am not shur about the movie.  So if anyone goes to see it, can you do me a favor and let me know if you see me in the end credits?  If not, I hope you will check out the DVD when it comes out.  Then you can watch my handsum face over and over agin!  So anyway, I think this is a pretty big deal, and I am wondering when Mummy is going to roll out the red carpet for me.  Aren't movie stars supposto have big limmoseens and shampane and stuff like that?  And aren't they supposto have a big partay when their movie comes out?  Let's go, Mummy, let's get a move on, here!!  I also thot it would be cool to praktiss what my name would look like in lights.  I can't put it in lights here on Dosgter, but I can write it REALLY BIG and then you can turn off the lights in your house while you look at it and pretend that you are seeing it on TV or something.  Okay, ready?  Here you go!

FIREHOUSE DOG.......STARRING.........LIL' KING MILO.......AS HIMSELF......IN THE END CREDITS....

You can also turn your lights on and off really fast to simyoolate the flashbulbs of the pahperazzi.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Somethin Speshull</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/292135</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Apr 2007 14:37:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today we saw something very speshull on our walk today (and nope, it wasn't wild poopy, but that wou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today we saw something very speshull on our walk today (and nope, it wasn't wild poopy, but that would have been nice, too).  Mummy and I were coming down the sidewalk and who should we see but Diana, the young girl who was crying in the street on the day of Stormin Norman's aksident.  Stormin Norman was owned by a nice lady named Jerry and her dawter, Diana.  Diana was the one who aksidentalee left the door open the day that Stormin Norman ekskaped and got killed by the bad automobeel.  Diana was so sad that day in the road.  I will never forget the sound of her crying and seeing her carry the fallen jeneral's body home.  We have not seen her since that day, and Mummy and I always wondered how she was doing.  Well, there she was, walking Jethro, the new dog that her family adopted.  It was good to see her with a new friend.  I think Stormin Norman would have been happy.

We saw Jerry, Diana's mom, last week.  I was playing with Jethro when I heard Mummy ask her, "So, Jerry, where did you adopt Jethro from?  He seems like such a nice dog."  And she said, "Jethro was a Kuh-tree-nah dog."  I did not know what that ment, but Mummy seemed really shoked to hear it.  "No way!" she said.  "Yes," Jerry explayned, "They could not find Jethro's family after Hurrykane Kuhtreenah, so he was sent to a high-kill shelter in West Virjineeuh.  St. Hubert's reskewed him from there, and then I adopted him from St. Hubert's."  St. Hubert's is a nice place.  That's where I went to doggy skool (unfartchunatlee, they did not teech me how to spell, tho).  Afterwards, Mummy told me what a hurrykane was.  She told me about Hurrykane Kuhchreena and what a bad thing it was.  And I thot, hey, this world is like a big circle, right?  Jerry's family lost Stormin Norman, and then Jethro lost his family, and now these families found each other.  I think that is somethin speshull if I do say so myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Can o' Joy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/290591</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 16:38:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>With the shadow of BlackFerrill lurking in the kingdom, it is nice to talk about some good things.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ With the shadow of BlackFerrill lurking in the kingdom, it is nice to talk about some good things.  Mummy and I had a FABULOUS day today.  We were taking our yooshuall walk to the bike path ramp when Mummy stopped ded in her traks.  She skweeled, all happy.  "LOOK, MILO!!!!!"  she cried.  I looked around, but everything seemed the same to me.  "Don't you see it?!" she said.  "It's a GARBIJ CAN!!!"  Indeed, joy of all joys, they put a GARBIJ can at the base of the bike path brij!  "I never have to carry your poopy bag again on our walks, Milo!"  Mummy said.  She was so happy, she akchuallee took my poopy bag and threw it through the air, into the can from at leest four feet away.  It went in the trash can with a swooosh sound.  Ah, such little joys!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Madness of Black Ferrill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/290588</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 16:31:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A great shadow has been cast across the kingdom!  For a long time now, I have uhvoidudid telling you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A great shadow has been cast across the kingdom!  For a long time now, I have uhvoidudid telling you about the darkness in the kingdom in order to spare you from it.  But now I know this darkness must be stopped. We must put an end to its rayn of terr-or!  We must drive it out of the kingdom and peepee on its evil soul!!  This darkness has a name (Mummy named it herself!) and we call it...BLACK FERRILL.  Who is this BlackFerrill, you ask?  Who has cast a shadow as dark as night over the happy kingdom of Milo?  That STOOPID STINKING BLACK CAT WHO ROAMS THIS KINGDOM WITH ALL OF HIS EVIL, PEWTRID WAYS!!!  Only now do we reeuhlize that this cat is what Mummy calls a FERRILL cat.  I guess a ferrill cat is a cat who has no home and just goes around killing things and giving you dirty looks and baysikully making people mad.  BlackFerrill has lived in our kingdom for years.  He is as big as me, and as black as night, and he has shaggy fur like a lion.  He kills all of the helpless baby animuls and he hates people and dogs (and prahbubly life itself).  Mummy and I found a bunny patch in our garden over the weekend.  Mummy told me that I needed to be "Uncle Milo" to these bunnies and protekt  them.  Now normally I am not a bunny lover, but Mummy gave me a job to do and I take protekting seeryuslee.  And these two baby bunnies were kind of cute.  So I called a troos between myself and the rabbits of the yard, in order to perform the dootees that Mummy had given me.  But no matter what we did, we could not protekt the bunny nest from Evil BlackFerrill.  He sniffed it out.  He lurked and watched us from the booshis.  He killed one bunny, then the other.  And not only that, but he left PEESIS of their corpsesses for us to find!  A leetle bunny FOOT, a bunny BEEHIND, a bunny EAR!  Even I was diskustid by this evil beehayvyor.  Mummy was so sad.  I think she akchualee cried when she saw the bunny peesis.  But me...I have vowed revenge!  I will get you, Black Ferrill!  In the name of all that is furry and cute and good!  (And Mummy says she is going to hit you with a shovill the next time she sees you, so you best steer cleer of our yard).]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taktiks for Sleep Disturbinss</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/288441</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 08:04:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is a known fact that when I first came to live with Mummy, I was a late sleeper.  At 6 months old ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is a known fact that when I first came to live with Mummy, I was a late sleeper.  At 6 months old, I would sleep as late as Mummy would, sometimes till 10:00.  I was not one of those dogs who wanted a walk at 5am. However, now that I am older, I can't sleep as late anymore.  I don't know why that is, but I can't.  Mummy says soon I am going to be doing crossword puzzles and watching The Price is Rite (I don't know what that is supposto mean, but I do kind of like The Price is Rite).   So anyway, I have developed some taktiks to try to wake Mummy and Deddy up in the marning, and I thot I would teach them to you today.

Milo's Taktiks for Sleep Disturbinss

1) LICKING (as soon as someone moves or opens their eyes in bed, lick 'em! And then keep licking them till they say, "All right, all right alreddy!  I'm up!!")
2)  STARING (Mummy says this is very "un-nerving."  She opens her eyes and my head is on her pillow, looking right at her.  She opens and closes her eyes several times and I am staring at her until she says, "All right, all right alreddy!  I'm up!!!")
3) BREATHING (I lay my head on Mummy's pillow and breathe puffs of air in her face through my little wet nose until she gets up ("Quit breathing on me, Milo!" she youshualee says, followed of cors by "All right, all right alreddy, I'm up!!").  This taktik works best when combined with STARING.
4) CRYING (lay on the person you are trying to wake up.  Then start to whine sadly, then cry out loud until they feel really sorree for you.  I youshualee use this taktik on Deddy, after Mummy is alreddy awake and downstairs.  She hears me crying from downstairs and says, "What is going on up there?")
5) EAR SHAKING / SKRACHING  (when all else fails, try shaking your ears or skraching yourself.  The vybrayshuns on the bed feel somewhat like an erthquake, or so I've been told).

**Warning:  if all of the above manoovers are performed at the same time, the person you are trying to wake up mite become CREBBY and you should get OUT of the room as soon as they get up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Little People Are Okay After All</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/285859</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 18:15:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy read this book in school to her little people students called &quot;The Luckiest Lepperkon&quot; and aft ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy read this book in school to her little people students called "The Luckiest Lepperkon" and afterwards she had them write on a speshul paypur shamrock about someone they felt lucky to know.  Today she came home and called my name and said, "Here, Milo, one of my students made this for you."  It was a shamrock that one of her students made for ME!  Here is what it said:

"To Milo:  I am lucky to know you because your mommy told me you have a big toy piyl.  From Chris."

I thot that was really nice so I asked Mummy to hang the shamrock by my food dish so I can look at it while I eat or while I am enjoying a nice bevrij.  Not only did this little person think he was lucky to know me thru Mummy, but he was also enchanted by my toy mowntin and had sporadik bad spelling, just like me!  That's pretty cool if I do say so myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jethro Heals the Wounds</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/282883</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:24:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I finalee met Jethro!  (Mummy says there is no &quot;w&quot; at the end of Jethro, so I took it off).  We went ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I finalee met Jethro!  (Mummy says there is no "w" at the end of Jethro, so I took it off).  We went for a nice walk yesterday, and when we rounded the corner near our palace, there he was!  He was akchualee with his mom at a small patch of grass that I call "The Grotto."  We call it the Grotto because the rain sometimes pools up there after a storm, making a little lagoon of sorts.  My old girlfriend Emma (who moved away) and the late Stormin Norman's mom live right near the grotto.  Anyway, how can I describe Jethro?  Hmmm.  Lessee...he looks nothing like Stormin Norman.  For one thing, he is much quieter.  Norman was a very loud little guy, hence my desire to make him a jeneral in my dog armee.  Jethro is also much bigger and has those same jigantik paws that my Weimeraner friend Link has.  Only, Jethro did not use them to slap me around the way Link does.  He smelled the top of my head and wagged his tail and I thot, HEY I LIKE this Jethro dood!  He has big, floppy ears and his whole face looks kind of mushed up and droopy.  His nose was as big as my head, so I bets he can smell lots of stuff.  He is all different colors, too, like brown and black and white.  His mom said he is an Amerikin Coonhound.  But that has nothing to do with RACKcoons.

The best part about Jethro is that he seemed to make his mom smile.  She seemed happy again, you know?  The last few times we saw her, she seemed sad without Stormin Norman.  She said her dawter still blamed herself for what happened to Norman, even tho it was an aksident.  So I think maybe Jethro is here to heal some wounds, and I think he is doing a great job already.  As long as he keeps those jiant paws to himself, I think we will all get along just fine!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coonhound in the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/282021</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 14:32:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/282021</guid>
		<description>I have not written anything lately because things have been so BORING around here.  The weather is S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have not written anything lately because things have been so BORING around here.  The weather is STILL not warming up (alltho Mummy says there's hope) so we have not been taking too many walks.  I did get a cool new t-shirt to help me with the colder weather.  There's a pikchur of me wearing it above.  It has little skulls on it, and I think it makes me look tuff!  

The weather was not toooo bad today, so we DID take a nice walk (withOUT my tuff t-shirt) and we ran into Jerry, who was Stormin Norman's mommy.  As you know, poor Stormin Norman was killed in an awful car aksident a few months ago and Mummy and I saw the aftermath.  We will probubly never forget it.  But we were happy to hear Norman's mom say that they got a new dog from a shelter, and that his name is JETH-row.  We have not seen him yet, but she said he is a COONhound.  And I immediately thot he was going to have a striped tail and gray fur and a little black eye mask and want to turn garbij pails upside down, but Mummy said it is not that kind of coon.  So I am very eksited to see what a COONhound looks like.  I will be sure to wear my 
t-shirt with the skulls on it when I meet him so I can make a good impreshun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Black and White Watermelon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/277966</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:50:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was an EXCITING day!!!  Mummy came home early when I thot she was coming home late, so we went ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was an EXCITING day!!!  Mummy came home early when I thot she was coming home late, so we went on a loooong walk.  The birdies were chirping and the icky snow was melting and I got mud all over my belly and it was GREAT!  Mud makes me look tuff.  Anyway, as we headed home, I saw my good friend Link on the sidewalk across from our castle.  He was playing with another dog named BRY-dee.  BRY-dee was a pretty dog with no leash and she smiled a lot and had paws as big as my head.  WHY do these big dogs always have such HUGE paws?  It's like they're walking around on jiant frizbees or something. 

So there we were playing in front of my castle, with the mud and the melting snow and the birdies chirping and the jiant paws. I thot life just couldn't get any better, when all of a sudden, along comes a new pup- a little french bulldog.  He was black and white and chubby.  He looked like a little black and white watermelon, which made me like him right away.  All of a sudden, I heard the chubby watermelon's mom say my name:  "Wait a minute, is this Milo?  Milo from Dogster?"  My ears perked up.  Why, yes I AM Milo from Dogster!  I said.  She explained, "This is Emmitt.  You are one of our PupPals."  Hey WOW!  WOW!  I mean, WOW!!!  Mummy was so excited.  She remembered Emmitt right away.  And all I could think about was...I GOT REKUGNIZED!!!!!  Mummy said not to let it get to my head and that I should be happy to have found a new Dogster friend in the kingdom.  He's a cool little dude.  I like his little fat folds and the fact that he is watermelon-ish.  You can see him here:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/481433">SeeEmmitt!</a>

And big UPS (woot!woot!) to my Weimeraner friend Link, who was also playing in the mud bath today.  His mom told us he is going to be in a show.  "Is it a show for dogs with jiant paws?" I wondered.  But nope, it's a DOG SHOW.  I hope Link gets  a-first place!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Kuh-TAS-chrofee is deelishus</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/276544</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 10:22:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/276544</guid>
		<description>Today I learned a new word.  It is kuh-TAS-chrofee.  A kuhtaschrofee is a Martha Stoowert recipe.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I learned a new word.  It is kuh-TAS-chrofee.  A kuhtaschrofee is a Martha Stoowert recipe.  I don't know who she is, but I know Mummy was trying to make one of her recipes this morning for Gramma O's birthday.  It smelled so good, but for some reason, Mummy was having a lot of trouble with it, because it wasn't baking right, and the crumbly pieces kept falling on the floor and evenchualee, she said, "This cake is a kuhtaschrofee."  I learned that I can help a kuhtaschrofee by licking up the crumbly cake pieces when they fall on the floor.  Oh, and another important thing I learned:  if you are going to go out in the backyard and roll around in poopy, it is NOT a good idea to do it in the middle of a Martha Stoowert kuhtaschrofee.  I learned that the hard way.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>RO-DON'T</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/275462</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:01:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/275462</guid>
		<description>I offen wish that Mummy could be home all the time with me.  I know I am luckee because she is home  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I offen wish that Mummy could be home all the time with me.  I know I am luckee because she is home in the summertime, but ALL the time would be better, if you know what I mean.  So I thot maybe if she had a job where she could work from home, that would solve this problum.  Then she could deevot MOST of her time to ME and SOME of her time to work.  So my solooshun is this:  Mummy and I can go into bizniss TOGETHER!  Mummy is so good at catching mice (look back at our old diary entries and you will see) that I thot we could open an ex-ter-min-ayting bisness together.  I could sniff out all of the rat and meecey burrows in people's houses and Mummy could catch all of the rodints.  We can wear matching black t-shirts with little rodint skulls on them, and we can drive around in a black mini cooper car with tinted windows.  We would make gahBILLyuns of dollars and rodints would FEAR us and cats would N-VEE us.  I have big dreams, don't I?  Now all we hafta do is come up with a good name for our bizness.  Since we would be killing lots of rodints, I thot a good name would be RO-DON'T.  Get it?  I know, I am a clever pup.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anatomee of a Winter Walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/273479</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 10:35:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/273479</guid>
		<description>Mummy says I should share our latest walks for you because they are diffrint from all of the others. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I should share our latest walks for you because they are diffrint from all of the others.  Now that winter is here and snow is here and the wind is blowing like this WWWOooooOOOooooo I am not as eeger to go on long walks.  Sometimes I THINK I am, but then halfway through, I change my mind.  Here is the anatomee of yesterday's walk:

4:00 pm  I burst out the door, run across the street with Mummy, peepee in the snow.  Let's walk, this is GREAT!

4:02pm I find an ice ball and I want Mummy to kick it down the sidewalk so I can chase it.

4:03pm  Keep kicking that ice ball, Mummy!  This is FUN!!  I am galloping like a pohnee, I am MILO!!!

4:05pm We run into our friend Krista who is jogging.  She loves me.  I play hard to get and won't let her pet me.  I hear her say to Mummy, "It is supposto get warmer on Tuesday."  I make a mental note of that:  Toosday.

4:07pm We run into our friend Link and his mom Staysee.  Staysee is the one who left the flowers on Stormin Norman's owner's car.  That was nice of her.  I like Staysee.

4:10pm  Staysee says to Mummy, "It is supposto get warmer on Tuesday."  I already made a mental note of that.

4:12 pm Link slaps me with his big paw.  One of my charms falls off in the snow.  I go GrrArrraARrr at Link because I do not like him slapping me.

4:15 pm  Link almost goes peepee on my head because he is so big.  I get salt in my paws and they start to sting.  Mummy tries to clean them off.

4:17 pm  I start to shake as Mummy cleans my paws off.  It is sooooo cold.  What are we doing out here again?  I start to cry.

4:18 pm  Link's mommy feels soree for me (I know, isn't my wim-pur just too much to bear?)  Mummy says she will take me home.

4:18:05 pm  Mummy says, "Huree up and go poopy Milo and we can go home!!" The wind goes wooowooooOooOOooo and I say enough of THIS nonsense.  I go poopy and we RUN home.

4:19 pm  We pass Link on the way.  He is eating some snow.  We get to our palace.  I say huree up and open the door, Mummy!!!

When we get inside, I get a treat, and then I run upstairs to bed.  I remember my mental note:  it is supposto get warmer.  Do you remember when?  I do.  On Toosday.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ode to Daddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/271019</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:56:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so you all know how Mummy likes that Dog Whisperer show (a LOT), and I must admit that things  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so you all know how Mummy likes that Dog Whisperer show (a LOT), and I must admit that things are a lot commer in this kingdom since she started watching the show.  And I should also add that watching The Dog Whisperer with Mummy makes me see some of those other dogs who are compleetlee out of conchrol and I can say FEEYOO at leest I am not THAT bad.

So anyway, here's the thing.  Mummy wants me to enter a kontest that Cesar Millan is having to be his dog Daddy's valentine.  And I thot, "NO WAY MUMMY!"  But because I love her and she loves the show and Daddy is one of the COOLEST dogs I have ever seen and because she is my PACK LEEDER, I finalee agreed.  So all I have to do is tell Daddy why I want to be his valentine.  So here goes:

Daddy, you are a cool dood because you have that mellow, pozUHtiv enerjee (sorree, I am a sporadik bad speller).  I want to be cool like you.  And I think if you and I were valentines, that would show other dogs all over the world just how maskyoolin we really are, because two boy dogs can be each other's valentines and the ladies will still dig us.  The end. 

Here is where you can find Daddy's page if you haven't seen it already.  But I am guessing you have because he's a famis pooch (even more famis than me, if ya can beleeve it).
http://www.dogster.com/dogs/456424]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ten Reesons Why My Life is So Great by Lil' King Milo, Age 8</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/270290</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 07:18:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/270290</guid>
		<description>Yesterday, Mummy reminded me that I have the best life ever.  She said, &quot;We should make a list of re ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, Mummy reminded me that I have the best life ever.  She said, "We should make a list of reesons why your life is so great, Milo."  And then she made this list (which was really not nessussaree, but whatever)

1.  I get to sleep on the bed (and it's KING size - or should I say, MY size)
2.  I am allowed on the furnichur (you mean some dogs AREN'T?  Trajik!)
3.  I have a Toy Mountin
4.  I get to go on long walks twice a day, when my nayboors Daisy and MURfee have never seen sunlight
5.  I get to eat good foods like Beneful Beef Medley (although it makes me give lots o' heiney toots.  Deddy says the "Beef Medley doesn't play us the tune we want to hear.")
6.  I have two grammas and grampas who give me toys and treets.
7.  I have the BEST pals on Dogster who send me lots of toys and treets.
8.  I am ridiculously good looking.
9.  Deddy lets me lick his empty beer bottles.
10. I have my own kingdom insted of living in a horribull pet store or being sold in sum Amish awkshun
11.  (the only reeson I am going up to 11 is because that's what Mummy did.  She said, "Top Ren Reesons" and then she stopped at 13.  Anywho...11....I get to go SWIMMING in the summertime.
12. I get to drink the leftover cereal milk from TWO bowls in the marning.  WOWee.
13.  I am Milo.  What could be better than that?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Partay's Over!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/267466</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Feb 2007 11:30:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So the partay's over.  I hope you all had fun!  Now it's time to recover.  Many thanks to all of my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So the partay's over.  I hope you all had fun!  Now it's time to recover.  Many thanks to all of my pals who attended or stopped by to leave me a rosette.  You really made my day!

Mummy's little people students enjoyed my birthday, too.  She baked them little mini donuts as a treat, and packed them in a speshul "Milo's Bakeree" box.  Some of the little people even gave me presents!  I was so exsyted when Mummy came home.  It was like a birthday WEEK for me!

Mummy also told me about a game she played in her classroom on my birthday.  She hid four pikchurs of me around the room, and if the little people found one, they won a prize!  Isn't my Mummy the best?

I hope you can see my slideshow above.  Mummy put some birthday photos on there for you to see.  I got such nice gifts from my friends Chloe and Roxy, Sergei, Winnie, Tim, Midnight Star, and Shoozles.  And my friend Cooper knew I wanted a crown with roobees, so he found 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.college-of-arms.gov.uk/HaileSelassie.htm">THIS</a> for me!  Thanks, Coop!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>THE ALLEJIDLEE 8 BIRTHDAY PARTAY!!!!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/266646</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Feb 2007 10:44:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>HAAAAAYYYY everyone!  Welcome to the partay!  Today I am ALLEJIDLEE 8 years old.  No one is really s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ HAAAAAYYYY everyone!  Welcome to the partay!  Today I am ALLEJIDLEE 8 years old.  No one is really sure, so 8 sounds like a good gess to me.  Anyway, please, no pushing or shoving, enter this way!  I will show you around the kingdom which has been transformed into PARTAY HEADkarters today!!  Please wipe your paws as you come in and hand any coats to the cat butlers for safe keeping.

To the left you will find the fabulous dancing squirrels, performing for your enjoymint all afternoon.  Up the stairs are the bug hunting events (catch a moth, win a prize!) and barking computishun (but I pretty much think I will win that one).  In the kitchen is the hamburger meat cake.  Please take a slab or two or three or four!  As you can see, the cake is about six feet across, so we have plenty o slabs for everyone.  The deejay will be playing tunes till the partay is over, so dancing on the furnichur is absolutely permitted!

In the backyard you will find poopy rolling and a ball pit (I sooooo wanted a ball pit and Mummy said, ohhh, okay... so there ya go!).  Please, NO peepees in the ball pit.  Not cool if you do that, dudes.  And sorry, but Mummy says ya gotta hose off before ya come back in the kingdom if you were participating in the poopy rolling.  Goose intimidashun will also be going on in the far side of the yard.  Take a deetore to the meadow out front to visit the solid gold stachoo of our dearly departed friend, Sir Stormin Norman.

Don't farget your goodie bags on your way out, too!  Thank you all for coming and PARTAY HARTAY, pals!!!!  

And many thanks to our friend Samantha who added us to the Dogster stroll.  Stop by and partay with us here, too!! http://www.dogster.com/forums/Birthdays_and_Annifursaries/thread/379862]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Best Day of My Life and it's Not Even the Partay Day Yet!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/266386</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Feb 2007 18:38:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OH MY GOSH THIS HAS BEEN LIKE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE AND MY ALLEJIDLEE 8 PARTAY IS NOT TILL TAMARO  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OH MY GOSH THIS HAS BEEN LIKE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE AND MY ALLEJIDLEE 8 PARTAY IS NOT TILL TAMARO AND I THINK I AM SO HAPPY I MIGHT HAVE CONJESSIF HART FALYOOR.  Mummy says I am yelling and that I need to stop that, so I will lower my voice now.  Yesterday we came back from our walk to find a pakij from our friends Winnie, Midnight Star, and Tim.  They sent me a box full of birthday treats like a blankee, a ball that has like a gabillyun sqweekers in it and a bag o' sammin treats.  Sammin is my new favorite food and it makes me feel like a wilderness dog when I eat it.  THANK YOU to my pals for being so nice to me.  What did I do to deserve all of your niceyness?  If that's not enuff, Mummy checked the mail before our walk today and we found a card from Gramma O and a pakij from our friend Sergei.  Sergei sent me a BUG toy with two HANDLES on it and I can TUG it and SQWEEK it and the SAME TIME!  SO very exciting!!!  Sergei, I am lukee to have you as a friend.  Thank you for being so nice to me.  When we came back from our walk, there was a  box by the front door.  Mummy said, "Oh goodie, my krayt and bar-L pakij is here."  But when she picked the box up, she saw that it was uhddressed to ME, King Milo of Milo's Kingdom!  It was from our friends Gale, Roxy, and Chloe.  It was a WHOLE BAG of DOG TREATS and beeyootiful dog COOKIES and a JI-ent MONKEY TOY!  Even bigger than Steve the monkey, with much bigger limbs for me to rip off.  Oh, if only you could see the sheer joy in my little face.  My Dogster friends, I don't know what to say.  Sniff, sniff.  I am a very humble lil' king at this momint.  I am so happy to be here and have friends like all of you.  I hope I make you as happy as you make me, and that all good things will always come your way, and that your bowls will always be full and your toy baskits piled as high as the treetops.  Mummy says I hafta write you all REAL thank you cards.  I woulda done that even if she didn't tell me to, that's how grateful I am.

Now, enuff joyful tears and mooshee stuff.  SEE YOU ALL TWOMOROW FOR THE ALLEJIDLEE 8 PARTAY!  All of my pals are invited, so check back tamarro (how DO you spell that word I can't do it I tell you) for the exsytmint.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kings Can Get Krankee Too</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/265398</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 16:46:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hate to admit this, but I am krankee.  Mummy has been saying it since the weekend, but I didn't be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hate to admit this, but I am krankee.  Mummy has been saying it since the weekend, but I didn't believe her.  Now I think she is right.  Maybe it is the stress of my big birthday coming up (it's not easy turning 8, you know).  Maybe it's the ear infekshun I have (Mummy says if I stop sticking my foot in there, that won't happen anymore).  Maybe it's the POWNDS of salt that the trucks used to keep our roads from getting icy which are now getting into my paw pads when I walk and making my tootsies hurt (Mummy says I am the saddest sight to see when my paws hurt and I lift my little tootsies up when I am walking).  I am also not too fond of the new nickname Mummy has been using on me.  She says her little people stoodints like a book called "The Baby BeeBee Bird," so that's what she has started calling me.  "What's the matter BabyBee Bird?  Do your paws hurt little BeeBee Bird?"  I mean, what is the DEAL with that?  I am going to be a big BOY, I am going to be 8!  I am not a Baby BeeBee bird!  Hmph.

Hopefully, I will feel better by Friday, when the BIG DAY arrives.  Hope you can all stop by for a slab o' cake!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goose Intimidayshun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/264089</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Jan 2007 14:19:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is very easy to torchur a goose.  The other day we were walking near the little people daycare ce ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is very easy to torchur a goose.  The other day we were walking near the little people daycare center, and all the little people were playing outside.  They were pressed up against their prsion-yard fences, staring at this big flock of geese that had landed in the field across the road.  They kept yelling HEY at the geese, trying to get them to fly away, I think.  And I thought, "Silly, little people, that's not how you do it, allow me..."  So Mummy walked me over to where the geese were, and as I got closer to them, I heard one of the little people say UH-OH and that's when I RAN and a thunder of flapping wings and honking filled the air.  It was glorious!  Now, that's how it's done.

But today when we saw the geese again, I just started walking slowly towards them.  They must have seen me coming because they all started to waddle away in fat goose fashun.  But I just stood and stared at them.  I stared them down.  And Mummy started to laugh and said, "What are you doing, Milo, you're not going to run after them?"  Nope.  Sometimes it is just fun to intimidate those geese, you know?  Like, "Am I going to chase after you?  Will you have to fly away?  You don't know what I'm going to do, do you, gooseheads?"  That's the joy of it.  Goose intimidayshun is an artform.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nayborhood News and the Allejidlee 8 Partay Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/264086</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Jan 2007 14:10:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Did I tell you that I have a new naybor?  I know I menshunned months ago that new people were moving ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did I tell you that I have a new naybor?  I know I menshunned months ago that new people were moving in nekstore, but I don't think I ever told you who it was!  How rood of me.  Well, they are a nice young couple like Mummy and Deddy.  Other than that, they were totally of no intrist to me.  UNTIL they went and got a dog.  So now I have naybor Soosan to our left with her cairn Daisy, and the new naybors to the right with their ghost dog, MURfee.  I call him a ghost dog because we hardly ever see him.  We only ran into them once while walking.  Other than that, I am convinsed that he never comes outside and that they keep him in a dunjin somewhere in there.  I don't even remember much about what he looked like, except that he was brown and had a big, wrinkly head.  The other day, we were going outside for our daily walk, and Mummy said, "Hey, is that Murphy in the window?"  I glanced over and all I saw was a big head staring back at us.  "No, Mummy, I think that is a stachoo, just keep walking."  And Mummy said, "He looks kind of sad, I feel bad that he's staring at us like that."  And I tried to tell her again that it was just a stachoo in the window and not a real dog, until he moved and then I had to say, "Why, yes, I believe that is MURfee and his big head and I guess they don't keep him in a dunjin after all."  I guess I kinda felt bad for him, too, so maybe I should invite him to my Allejidlee 8 partay?

Speaking of which, I received a bunch of dogmails from my pup pals and they all seem to want to make the partay a real thing right here on Dogster.  Like an allegidlee 8 stroll or something!  Mummy says I am "getting carried away" but she says those kinds of things all the time, so I don't think it means much.  We passed some geese on our walk today, so I thought that maybe I could have games at the partay, too, like goose chasing and poopy rolling.  But I don't want to be responsible for gathering the poop that we roll in.  Maybe Deddy can do that or something.  He's always looking for things to do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's &quot;Allegidlee 8&quot; Partay</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/260913</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 12:09:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy sometimes watches a show on MTV called &quot;My Sweet Sixteen&quot; and it has all of these brattee girl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy sometimes watches a show on MTV called "My Sweet Sixteen" and it has all of these brattee girls having big partays and seluhbrayting themselfs.  So I thought, if they can do it, why can't I?  My birthday is on February 2nd.  Well, at least we think so.  Mummy says they estimated this to be my birthdate because no one knows exactlee when I was born (the bad pet store where I came from LIED about my age- can you imajin?).  So anyway, on this date, I will allegidleee be 8.  Insted of a "Sweet Sixteen" partay, I would like to plan an "allegidlee 8" party.  Wouldn't that be fun?  I am already compiling a list of things I would like for the partay:

1) a cake made out of hamburger meat
2) 12 dancing squirrelies for entertainmint
3) a crown of gold and roobees 
4) a chareeot pulled by black cats for my grand entrance
5) goodie bags for all my guests, filled with biscuits, hot dogs and pretzels.

So that's just the first part of the list.  As you can see, it's not much, so if I think of anything else, I will let you know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Know Stuff About Numbers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/260135</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:24:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so Mummy is sooper excited because Cesar Millan (The Dog Whisperer) is now here on Dogster and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so Mummy is sooper excited because Cesar Millan (The Dog Whisperer) is now here on Dogster and his dog "Daddy" is linked as one of my pals.  I am not excited about this for two reasons.  1) I have already said before that this Dog Whisperer knows too much about the lives of us dogs and must be stopped before we lose the control we already have in our households  and  b) Daddy has a LOT of pup pals, so he probably doesn't even know who we are!  Yes, I have a lot of pup pals, too, but I know who they are and Mummy and I like going to their pages to visit when we can.  I know stuff about numbers.  I know that three HUNdrid is a lot, because that is how much I cost when Mummy bought me (and I was on SALE).  But Daddy has pup pals and the numbers are over a thowsind  (or something like that anyway).  I know that is a SOOPER lot.  Want to hear what other numbers I know?  I know there is ONE lil' king in this castle.  I know TWO because that is how many limbs my Steve the Monkey toy has left (akchualee he has ONE leg and ONE tail left).  I know THREE because sometimes Mummy has to ask me to do stuff that many times in a row before I do it.  I know SEVEN because that's how old I am.  I know 8 (but I can't spell it) because it sounds like something you eat.  I know UH-BILLYUN because Mummy says that is how many toys I have.  But UH-BILLYUN must not be a lot at all because I could always use more toys as far as I am concerned.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Deth of Stormin Norman</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/257198</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 17:27:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The mood is very sad in the kingdom this week.  I think everyone is still trying to get over the axi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The mood is very sad in the kingdom this week.  I think everyone is still trying to get over the axident and the deth of Stormin Norman.  Mummy is having a hard time dealing with it.  I try to live day by day, so I think I deal with things better than Mummy does.  She thinks about stuff and remembers things and can't let stuff go.  Me, I am sad, but then I know I have to move on.  There are toys to be played with, games to start, food to be eaten, poopies to take!  Stormin Norman would not want us to be sad (and he sertenlee wouldn't want us to stop eating or pooping or anything).

Someone left flowers on Stormin Norman's mom's car.  They were big, bright pink ones, and I hope that makes Norman's mom happy.  We don't know who did it, maybe Link's mom.  But it was a good idea and we wished we had thought of it.  I think maybe we should make a monyoomint stachoo of Stormin Norman and put it in the meadow.  And we can make him look like a jeneral and be salooting or something. And it should be gold so it will shine when the sun hits it.   I think Norman would like that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today There Was a Bad Advenchur</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/255183</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Jan 2007 10:20:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You might remember me talking about a dog named Norman who lives in our kingdom.  He is a Schnauzer  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You might remember me talking about a dog named Norman who lives in our kingdom.  He is a Schnauzer and he just barks and barks and barks every time we see him.  For that I nicknamed him "Stormin Norman" and I thought he would make a great addishun to the little army I planned on forming.  Norman's owners adopted him after their dalmayshun Mambo (who was my friend) crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge because he had conjessif hart falyoor.  Stormin Norman is nothing like Mambo, but I like him just the same.

When I go for walks with Mummy we always have advenchurs.  But today we had a bad advenchur.  I don't want a bad advenchur like this to ever happen again.  You see, Mummy woke up late today so I didn't have my regular early  morning walk.  I had a noon walk.  And that was okay with me.  It was a nice day outside, so I took a poopy in the grass and we headed down to the little people daycare center to drop it in their dumpster (we can't do that during the week when they're open because they yell at us and we get in trubble - but they are closed on the weekends so their dumpster is free game!).  But when we rounded the corner we saw a lot of people ahead of us, and a pohlees car.  And then we heard someone crying.  Someone was wailing, "Oh no!  oh no!  what did I do?  Why did I leave the door open?"  Mummy and I stopped and saw a young girl on the sidewalk across the street.  The pohlees man was with her, and some other people were there trying to help her.  There was a little green bundle on the grass in front of her.  She was kneeling there and crying.  Mummy and I both stood very still.  We didn't know what to do.  A lady walked past us who had been across the street with the girl.  She was crying too.  Mummy asked the lady if she knew what happened.  That's when I heard them say that Stormin Norman had run out of his house, and a car had come and hit him.  And now Stormin Norman is no more.  By that point the girl had picked up the green bundle, which was Stormin Norman with a blanket over him.  She was carrying him down the sidewalk, crying and wailing.  One of our other friends, Link's mom, was there with her.  We didn't know what to do.  Mummy and I walked slowly home, and Mummy was very sad and she was crying.  
When we got home we just sat on the sofa together for a little while.  We had to think about things and be close to one another.  I think we both wondered what would have happened if we had been a few minutes earlier on our walk.  Maybe we would have seen Norman run out the door and we could have stopped him and said, "Hey, Norman, what are you doing outside?"  And we could have taken him home and then there would be no crying and no wailing and no little green bundle lying on the side of the road.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>San-TAH and San-TEE Love Lil' Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/251296</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 16:19:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, it's over.  The toys, the food, the majik.  All gone.  Sigh.  San-TAH and San-TEE Claus came a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it's over.  The toys, the food, the majik.  All gone.  Sigh.  San-TAH and San-TEE Claus came and went, leaving me a slew of presents that I ripped open all by myself.  I found them under the tree and just took it upon myself to shred them open during breakfast on Christmas morning.  Mummy and Deddy were shouting something like "WAIT" from the kitchen, but you can't stop opening a present mid-shred!  

I was akchualee afraid that we would miss Christmas altogether because Mummy got reeeeeeallly sick about two days before San-TAH and San-TEE came.  She was throwing up and she had the diareer.  It was awful.  I sat by her side in bed for almost two days.  I was afraid San-TAH and San-TEE would not want to come to a house that was infektid with the throw up and the diareer.  But then Deddy told me it was from something Mummy ate, so that made me feel more hopeful.  She got better on Christmas Eve.  Poor Mummy.  Maybe that's why she is always telling me not to eat the squished apples and old candy that I find in the street.  

On Sunday we will have a partay.  Well, not really a partay, but Aunty Michele and Uncle Joe are coming over to drop some balls.  I think that's what Mummy said we will be doing.  I'm just hoping I get some chips or something and that no one else gets the diareer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Embarissmint is embarissing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/246382</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 17:20:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yes, embarissmint is embarrising.  It's also hard to spell.  But since I am a sporadik bad speller,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes, embarissmint is embarrising.  It's also hard to spell.  But since I am a sporadik bad speller, I am hoping you are used to it by now and won't mind too much.

Anyway, I know a lot of my Dogster friends have cool clothes to wear for the holidays.  My ex-girlfriend Emma used to wear a pretty purple sweater before she moved away.  I've seen my friend Willow wearing a little pastel sweatshirt in her pictures, too.  But me, eh, I'm not much of a clothes man.  I will wear a bow tie if the ohkayshun calls for it.  I even wore Santa's undypants for a photo last year (or at least I THOT they looked like Santa's undees).  And I have an orange bandanna collar I like to wear at Halloween (but Mummy says it has not been the same since the day I rolled in wild poopy while wearing it).  The ONLY shirt I will wear is a little green t-shirt from Old Nayvee that says HO HO HO WOOF WOOF WOOF.  The main problem is that it's a little big on me and hangs down to the floor when I walk.  If I wear it outside, Mummy has to roll it up like a "mussel tee" so that I don't peepee on it aksidentily.  I only wear it when Mummy can keep an eye on me.  Last night I wore it to Gramma and Grampa O's house to celebrate Aunty Laura's birthday.  I walked in the door and yelled, "HEY EVERYONE, COME SEE HOW GOOD I LOOK!"  Mummy was very proud of my cuteness.  At least that's what she said.

At the end of the night I was very sleepy.  We said goodbye to Gramma and Grampa and headed out the door.  Mummy stopped to talk to Gramma and I hopped over to the grass for a peepee.  That's when I heard Mummy yell, "MILO!  WAIT!"  I looked at her in the dark as I peed with my little green t-shirt on.  "Wha?" I said, then I thought, Hmmm...my belly feels warm.  And as I walked over to Mummy I thot, Hmmm...what's dripping?  And as Mummy knelt down to see me I thot Hmmmm...that's a strange smell that's following me.  Mummy pulled the little green t-shirt off of me, and said, "Oh, Milo, you peed on yourself."  I did?  I peed on my green shirt?  How embarissing!  Mummy wrapped the shirt in a towel and put it in the back seat, but the whole ride home I had to hear Deddy's comments:  "It smells like PEE in here" (only he didn't say pee, he said the word that rhymes with miss) and "Geez, Milo, did you eat asparagus for dinner or something?"  and Mummy said "You are going to make him feel bad" and I said YEAH you are making me FEEL BAD, Deddy.  I mean, haven't YOU ever peed on yourself?  Isn't that something that happens to EVERYONE?  Isn't it?  Maybe?  Maybe just like once by aksident or something?  Or like while you were sleeping or dreaming of the oshun?  Hmmm.  Okay, maybe not.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SOMEONE caused an Avalanche (and it wasn't me!)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/244139</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 20:24:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight there was an avalanche in our kitchen.  Have you ever had an avalanche in YOUR kitchen?  I w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight there was an avalanche in our kitchen.  Have you ever had an avalanche in YOUR kitchen?  I was eating dinner, and Mummy went to open the cabinet to get a bowl from the top shelf.  Suddenly, all we heard was a noise that sounded like this:  SWUUSHHHHHH.  Mummy looked up and in a split sekind, all of these plates and bowls from the top shelf just came raining down.  AHHHH Mummy said, but she managed to ketch the biggest plate in both hands.  And then everything went CLANK BANG BRRRING as stuff fell all over.  Wowee, she almost got deKAPuhtaytid!  I am sad to say that we lost our Krate and Barrul bowl.  It went crack and patooey on the floor.  But everything else was okay.  Throughout it all, I am proud to say that I NEVER STOPPED EATING.  Even as the plates and bowls were raining down on Mummy's head, I barely looked up from my meal.  I am proud of myself for not being distraktid and completing the task at hand.  Mummy did not seem too impressed with my remarkable food eating abilitee, but oh well.  I am happy her head did not fall off from the bowls hitting her, though.

Why did this happen, you ask?  Why did our kitchen turn into a deth trap?  Well, there is an expluhnayshun.  I don't like to point fingers or anything, so this is how I can explayne it to you.  SOMEONE took a day off of work last week and SOMEONE deesided to be helpful and empty the dishwasher during the day (because SOMEONE never does this and that same SOMEONE thought this would be a nice thing to do for Mummy, which I agree it was very nice).  But that SOMEONE really did not know where all of the plates and bowls and thingies belonged in the kitchen (well, that someone SORT OF knew, but not exactlee) so that someone put things back in the wrong places and kind of upset the delikut balance of our tiny kitchen space.  Mummy says her plates and bowls are struhteejikly placed on the shelves, and that this small error almost cost her her life.  Or at least her head.  Sorry, Deddy...I mean...SOMEONE, but it's true.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Forced Apolojee</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/240140</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Dec 2006 17:03:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Steve the Monkey,

Mummy says I must write you an apolojee letter because you were one of my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Steve the Monkey,

Mummy says I must write you an apolojee letter because you were one of my newest toy friends and I did something really bad to you.  So I am sorry that I ripped your leg off and pulled all of your stuffing guts out.  And I am sorry that I pulled your squeaker out and made you a shell of the toy you once were.  I hope that we can still be friends.

Luv,
Milo


There!  Are you happy, Mummy?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It Ain't Easy Being Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/240074</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Dec 2006 14:13:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Everyone thinks dogs have it easy because we just &quot;lay around and sleep all day.&quot;  I can't tell you  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Everyone thinks dogs have it easy because we just "lay around and sleep all day."  I can't tell you how many times I've heard Mummy say, "What a life you lead, Milo!"  Well, let's not forget, people, I akchualee do have an okupayshun (besides being a king, I mean). In fact, Deddy reminded me that I have two jobs.  First,  I am a bug hunter.  It is my job to seek out and destroy any bug in this castle- whether it's a fly, a spider, a moth, or sorry to say it, a ladybug.  I seek and destroy.  My second job is a pre-washer.  This is a diffykult job and requires great skill.  You see, when Deddy has to do the dishes after a meal, he doesn't like to rinse much of the extra food off the plates before he puts them in the dishwasher.  So he puts them on the floor for me to lick off before he sticks them in the dishwasher.  If I don't do a good job, Mummy will surely notice that Deddy did not rinse the dishes off first, so I have to do my job with prosishun and skill.  Profeshunul pre-washer.  That's me.  

Of course, my tasks don't end there.  I would like to think that amongst many things, I also must fulfill the following "unofishul" posishuns:
-squeaker remover
-squirrel chaser
-fart maker
-scrap eater
-licker
-shedder
-poopy maker
-napper
-joy spreader
-toy maimer
-just being lil' King Milo, Jack Russell Terrier extraordinaire

So there.  It's not easy being me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Bunch of Shoking News</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/239408</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Dec 2006 17:05:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am not shur how to spell that word, &quot;shoking.&quot;  Maybe it's SHA-king?  Or shahking?  Spelling is so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not shur how to spell that word, "shoking."  Maybe it's SHA-king?  Or shahking?  Spelling is so diffykult!!  Anyway, I have two shoking things to tell you.  The first shoking thing is that there are TWO Santy Clawses!  It's true!  One of our naybors in the kingdom put a big blow-up Santy Claws dekorayshun on his lawn.  I thot that was pritty cool until the next day, he put ANOTHER Santy Claws blow up thingie on the lawn next to the first.  I stood and stared at them for a while (Mummy must have thot I was gunna peepee on them cause she said, "Don't even THINK about it, Milo").  The two Santys looked very different from each other.  I thot, "Could there be TWO Santy Clawses at the Narth Pole?"  That's when Deddy said, "You've never seen two of them, have you Milo?" then he laughed and added, "Maybe that's San-TAH and the other one is San-TEE."  Hmmm...So maybe it's true!  Maybe there are TWO Santys at the Narth Pole, and they are bruthers!  San-TAH and San-TEE.  Shoking, right?

The other shoking news is that my cousin Ralph BIT my Grampa Z!  I don't know what they put in the mixchur when they created Ralph at the labratoree, but maybe they put some angry juice in the poshun or something.  Grampa Z pulled Ralphie's tail and he turned around and BIT Grampa Z on the hand and his hand swelled up!  Even I know that this is very, very BAD.  I don't know what else to say about that, other than I'm not shur if I want to play with him anymore.  Hmph!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Suspishus Monkees</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/233875</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 07:07:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a new toy friend.  His name is Steve the Monkey.  Mummy bought him for me at Old Nayvee.  I l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a new toy friend.  His name is Steve the Monkey.  Mummy bought him for me at Old Nayvee.  I love Steve the Monkey.  I like to sleep with him at night.  He mostly stays upstairs but sometimes he watches TV with me too.  But Steve the Monkey is trubble sometimes.  Take last night, for instance.  Mummy and Deddy were watching a moovee (they saw "Cars" and I must admit I thought it was pretty good too) when suddenlee I decided to run upstairs.  Mummy immediately got suspishus and yelled, "What are you doing up there, Milo?  Are you getting Steve the Monkey?  I think he wants to be left alone now.  He's sleeping."  (Mummy doesn't like to watch moovees and play with me and Steve at the same time).  So I came back downstairs with no Steve the Monkey.  Mummy still seemed suspishus, but she carried on and finished watching the moovee.

At the end of the moovee, we went upstairs to bed, and that's when Deddy saw a big pile of puke on the carpet.  I looked at Mummy.  She looked at me.  Deddy looked at Mummy.  They both looked at me.  I looked at Steve the Monkey.  "What did you do, Steve?" I said to him.  Deddy asked me if I threw up.  I said, "Who threw up?  What throw-up?  Where?"  I even turned my head from side to side, looking for a culprit.  "I didn't do it," I said, "It must have been Number Two."  (if you read my diary entry about veesdropping, then you know who Number Two is).  Mummy said, "You throw up an awful lot for a little dog."  Deddy said, "We are going to start feeding you cream colored food so your throw-up will match the carpet."  I don't see why I always get blamed for these things.  How do they know it was me?  What proof do they have?  I think Steve the Monkey is a big fat liar and he gots me in trubble.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's all a big game</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/232530</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 17:17:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is going to be a short entry because I (surprisinglee) do not have a lot to say today.  Mummy h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is going to be a short entry because I (surprisinglee) do not have a lot to say today.  Mummy has the lah-rin-JY-tuss so she has been home sick with me.  The rain has been falling a lot and the ground is all mushy.  We have not been able to go on our yooshooal long walks.  Mummy sounds funny now that she has the lah-rin-JY-tuss.  But she managed to holler at me yesterday while she was trying to change the bed.  "Milo!  Move!" she said.  She was trying to put new sheets on.  So I moved to the other corner of the bed.  "Milo!  Get off!" she said with her skratchee voice.  I hopped to the other side of the bed.  "I can't make the bed with you on it!!" she said.  I thought that was kind of funny.  I liked giving her a challinj.  She kept trying to put the sheets on while I was standing on them.  And no matter which direction she pulled I would just hop the other way.  See, you can make anything into a game if you try!

And on another note, BAHN VOY-AH-JEE to my pals Bee and Rockie who are set to do some world traveling.  I hope you will send me a postcard and drink lots of that Milo beverage over in AHS-TRAL-ee-ah.  (Geez, how do people learn to spell all this stuff anyway?)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A New Root</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/230414</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 16:47:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of the best things about our kingdom is that it is HUGE.  We live at the bottom of a mountain an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of the best things about our kingdom is that it is HUGE.  We live at the bottom of a mountain and all of the townhouses are nestled here.  There are sidewalks everywhere, and bike paths and bridges.  There are lots of other dogs to meet and play with.  As I've said before, you just never know what is going to happen on one of our walks.  Every day is an advencher!

Since there are so many walking opshuns, Mummy never takes me the same way twice.  We always walk a different root because Mummy says she likes to "keep me on my toes."  I don't know what that means, because I am always on my toes, but if it helps us find new and exciting roots to walk on, whatever.  Once we saw our friend Krista jogging and she said, "I just saw you guys walk that way and now you are appearing over this way.  How did you do that?"  And Mummy smiled and said, "We have a sekrit passij."  (We do?  How come I don't remember yoosing it?" I thought)  All I remembered was walking around the little people daycare center and then cutting through the parking lot.

Anyway, yesterday we found a new root that we had never gone before.  There is a big long sidewalk that twists all the way up a green hill, and from the top of it you can see the mountains and sunshine.  It is a secret root, and I don't think too many other dogs yoos it, but I am going to share it with you because you are all my friends and I think you would like the pretty view.  Here is what you have to do:  Walk past the little people daycare center and go up the hill.  Cross over the sidewalk where some little person has carved the word BEAR in the wet cement.  Make a left at the plastic fire hat that someone dropped on Halloween.  Walk across the parking lot until you get to the sign that says "NO PARKING DURING SNOW."  (Mummy sez that is a stoopid sign because it is not spesifik enuff).  Go past the house that has a stuffed crow in the yard that is dressed like a scarecrow (is that supost to scare things away?  Cuz it isn't very scary at all.  And if scarecrows are supost to scare crows away, why would a crow be dressed as one?).  Then turn onto the sidewalk by the trees with the birdfeeders in it.  This is offen a good place to spot squirrelies, so be on the lookout!  Then just go up the hill and you're there!  But plees don't tell anyone else about this sekrit root because I am trusting you with this informayshun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Veesdropping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/230410</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 16:40:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There has been a lot of veesdropping around here.  Do you know what veesdropping is?  That's when yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There has been a lot of veesdropping around here.  Do you know what veesdropping is?  That's when you listen in on other people's conversashuns when you're not spost to.  Mummy has been very busy this month.  She had confurenses, which means she had to go back to school at night and stay late and tell the parents of little people how they are doing.  Mummy gets very tired during confurenses, and she doesn't eat much.  One day she was able to come home a little earlier than yooshooal.  That was a grand day because we went on a super long walk in the afternoon sunshine.  So this is where the vessdropping comes in.  I heard someone ask Mummy what she did with her extra time on that day she came home early.  She thought for a minute and said, "I gave it to Milo, what else would I do with my spare time?"  So I was very tuched that Mummy deevoted all of her extra time to yours truly.

I also was veesdropping on Mummy and Deddy.  Deddy had to go on a bizniss trip and I heard Mummy saying to Deddy, "You'd better get in there and explain where you are going to Milo because the last time you went on a trip, he would not sleep for three days and sat downstairs by the door in the dark waiting for you."  Eh, this is true.  What can I say?  I'm deevoted, too.

And lastly, Mummy was veesdropping on me and Deddy.  I was not being very nice to Deddy and would not let him touch my choochoo stick.  So Deddy said, "I am going to buy another dog so that you will have to share all of your toys with him.  I will call him Number Two."  And Mummy immediately started yelling from the other room:  DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO HIM!  I was glad she said that because I was beginning to think Deddy was serious and I certainly did not want a Number Two running around the house tearing up all of MY things.

You can learn a lot from veesdropping, you see.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Halloween Freaks Me Out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/226749</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 19:00:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have come to the kunklooshun that Halloween just freaks me out.  I heard that phrase all night as  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have come to the kunklooshun that Halloween just freaks me out.  I heard that phrase all night as the door kept banging and weirdo little people dressed as monsters and fairies and firemen kept coming to our door.  "Milo, don't be freaked out," Mummy said, or, "Why are you freaking out?"  and "Are you freaked out?"  Mummy knows I am "freaked out" when my ears are pinned back to my head.  I am glad the panic room was there to offer me comfert and joy tonight.  It's bad enough that these little monster people keep coming to the door, but then they were taking our CANDY too!  Trajik!!  Anyway, Mummy tried several stratuhjees to get me to feel comfortable tonight.  She brought my dinner upstairs and blocked off the stairs so I would not run down when the front door opened.  But i couldn't eat and wouldn't stop barking.  (Mummy said I was "tor-cher-ink" her).  Finally she said, "Milo, why don't you come downstairs and see some of the little people, then maybe you won't be so freaked out."  Mummy said they were "cute" and "happy" and that I would like seeing them.  So the next time the door knocked (it was more like BANGBANGBANG) Mummy carried me downstairs and answered the door with me in her arms.  "Wait till you see how nice they are," Mummy said.  But when she opened the door, there were TEN GIANT people there.  No little people.  Just semi-big people with scary costumes.  One boy was dressed like a girl, one girl was dressed like a GAH-thik person, one boy was dressed like Brutney Speeers (sca-hary!).  And they all started trying to touch me and they all said, "Awwww he's cuuute!" and my ears were pinned so far back against my head, Mummy said they disappeared.  When Mummy finally closed the door she said, "I swear they weren't all like that, Milo."  Then she added, "Don't be freaked out, okay?"  And when I still seemed a little stunned she added, "Well, they were nice."  I was still a little stunned, so she added,  "They seemed to like you."  And with that, I rechreeted to the panic room, where I stayed until 9:30.  And when the door stopped banging, I finalee came out to eat my dinner.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Series of Unfartchunat Events</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/223684</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 16:01:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I would like to kronikull some events for you.  I will not explain them in any way, I will simplee l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I would like to kronikull some events for you.  I will not explain them in any way, I will simplee let you read them and make your own assumpchuns.

DAY ONE:  a horrid, horribull day.  Mummy decided to close down my Panic Room (my under bed hiding place) for all eternitee.  Since I was having reverse sneezies, she thought this was the best thing to do.  She said I was hiding under there too much and that maybe the dust bunnies were making me sicker.  Ridiculous!

DAY TWO:  I am doing what Mummy calls SULL-KING.  I don't want to go for long walks.  I don't want to play much,  I am tired and want to be left alone.  But I am eating, of course.  My reverse sneezies are better, but I am drinking a lot of water.

DAY THREE:  No one can figure out what is wrong with me.  Deddy feels sorree for me.  He tries to build me a speshul fort out of pillows on the bed so that I can crawl under them, but I won't have anything to do with that.  Am I really sick?  Am I just powting?  No one can tell.    

DAY FOUR:  Mummy thinks about taking me back to the doc.  But insted she takes a chance and re-opens the Panic Room.  "Milo," she says, "it's open again.  See, you have one entrance and one exit.  If you're not sick then you can cut it out now.  And that's that."  She showed me the spots that she cleared so that I could crawl back under there if I needed to.  I looked at Mummy and she looked at me.  Then she left the room.  Minutes later she heard Deddy yelling from downstairs, "Hey!  Guess what!  Milo's fine!  He's playing and running around!"  

And so the Panic Room has been rezerekted.  Hally-loo-yah!  And my misteree illness is gone.  As I said, I am not one to explain, but you all can make your own assumpchuns.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Deth of the Panic Room</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/221037</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 20:07:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Many thanks to everyone who partissipated in THE GREAT MILO CHALINJ.  And if you haven't, then WHAT  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Many thanks to everyone who partissipated in THE GREAT MILO CHALINJ.  And if you haven't, then WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?  Scroll to the preeveeus entry below and you will see my cool little quiz.  Don't be afraid of the chalinj, it's just for fun and I promise I won't give you an F or a FAYLYOOR or anything like that.  Deddy didn't do so well and he LIVES with me, so go figure.  

Now, that said, on to my latest news.  Do you own a black flag?  If you do, please hang it outside your house in memory of...gulp...my beloved Panic Room.  It is GONE!  DED!  SEELED UP LIKE GLUE!  Mummy has put an end to it, seeled it up forever, just like she threatened she would some day.  If you don't have a black flag, you can also hang your regyoolar flag at haf-mast, or put one of those purple and black flags up like they do at the fire department.  Or maybe just put some flowers on your doorstep or something.  I overheard Mummy saying to Deddy yesterday that she was thinking about blocking off my Panic Room.  Deddy paused and said, "Uh...I don't think he's going to like that very much."  I never really thought Mummy would do it.  I always assumed they were empty threats, just like all of the others.  Now...sniff...it's too late.  You see, I have been having this horrible hacking snorting thing going on lately.  Mummy thought I was getting it from the dust under the bed (a.k.a. My Panic Room).  On Friday I hid under there after a snorting attack and Mummy could not get me out.  She got very frustrated with me because I was unreachable.  Duh, that was the whole point, Mummy!

Anyway, Mummy was like really worried or whatever and had convinst herself that I had NEWmohneeuh.  So she told me that she asked the nice principull lady at her school if she could leave early to take me to the doc.  Her principull said sure, so Mummy rushed home today to get me checked out.  Well, I guess she was rushing a little too much because she said a pohlees man pulled her over.  She told the nice ossifer all about me and he smiled and said he had three dogs at home so he let Mummy go without giving her a ticket.  That's why Mummy always says "all good things come from Milo!"  Well, if I was there I would have said, "Hello nice ossifer pohleesman person.  I appreesheeate that you did not give my Mummy a ticket for driving too fast, but she illeegully shut down my Panic Room and I think maybe you should write her a ticket for that.  You don't hafta put her in jail or anything, but maybe just a ticket thing so she feels really bad and has to tell me she is sorry."  That's what I would have said. And I think that ossifer would have shed a tear, too.  

P.S.  The doc says I have something called a "reverse sneeze" and that I will be fine.  It is from my allerjees.  I am hoping it will get me lots of sympathy from everyone I know, Espeshullee Mummy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Take the GREAT MILO CHALINJ!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/220561</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 17:52:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is a school teacher for the little people.  Sometimes I see her correcting their papers and ho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is a school teacher for the little people.  Sometimes I see her correcting their papers and homework.  And I must say that sometimes it is very hard to read.  Those little people donâ€™t always have the best handwriting, you know.  Anyway, since Mummy sometimes makes up quizzes and tests, I thought I could do that too.  Would you like to take the Milo Chalinj?  Hereâ€™s what you have to do:  Get a pencil and paper and see if you can answer the questions about ME below.  Then scroll down to check your answers.  Add up your points (AND NO CHEETING!  This means you!) using the HANDEE DANDEE MILO KAL-Q-LAYTR.  Send me a pawmail of your score and Mummy and I will leave you a rosette just for playing.  Who knew that quizzes could be so much fun?

THE GREAT MILO CHALINJ  (good luck, youâ€™ll need it)

1.	Where is my Panic Room located?
2.	What is Princess Shiny Pennyâ€™s real name?
3.	What kind of a dog is my Uncle Budday?
4.	When is my birthday?
5.	Which of my cousins is crazier, JB or PeeWee?
6.	What happind after I saw a hellykopter on the way to the Fall Fest?
7.	Which is my favorite kind of poopy to roll in?
8.	What is the name of my beloved toy bug friend?
9.	Who owns Fat Rej?
10.	 What did I do that scared away a herd of deer at Gramma and Grampa Oâ€™s house?
BONE-US:  A while back, we met a crazy lady in the woods who fell down at our feet.  She told us something about the german shepherd she was walking.  Complete her infamiss fraze:  â€œHe's very______________!â€

Okay, here are the points.  Scroll down to the very bottum of this entry for the answers, then use the points to kal-q-late your score.  Donâ€™t forget to pawmail your reezults to Mummy so we can give you a rosette!

THE GREAT MILO KAL-Q-LAYTR:
Give yourself a point for every kohrekt answer.  Give yourself 2 points if you got the bone-us.

10-12 points:  You are the MILO CHAMPEEN.  Aroooooo!
7-9 points:  You are the STAR of MILO.  Woot!
4-6 points:  You are NOT doing your MILO HOMEWURK, so you are MILO MEATYOHKER.  Eh.
1-3 points:  You donâ€™t like me very much , do you?  I pee pee on your shoes.
0 points:  You could have at least TRIED to CHEET!

ANSWERS (donâ€™t look at these unless you finished the quiz above, got it?):
1) under Mummyâ€™s bed  2) Yuki   3) golden rechreever  4) Feb. 2 (Groundhogâ€™s Day) 5) PeeWee  6)   I puked.  Sigh.   7) WILD poopy  8) Indrid  9) BRIHtish Cameron, of course  10) I let out a heiny toot (a FART, okay?)  Bone-us:  â€œUNPREDIKTABULL!â€  (how could ya miss THAT one?)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And the Wind Cries Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/217240</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Oct 2006 18:28:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love nachur.  The trees, the wind, the flowers.  Ah, the smell of Autumn!  Tonight was a beeyoutee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love nachur.  The trees, the wind, the flowers.  Ah, the smell of Autumn!  Tonight was a beeyouteeful night.  The moon was HUGE, like a big piece of cheese, and we were enjoying an evening at Gramma and Grampa O's house.  Mummy asked if I needed to go outside for a poopy, so she put on my favorite purple leash and we headed out the door.  Gramma and Grampa O. live on top of a mountain and it is very pretty and quiet there.  The night time air was fresh and clean, and all we heard were crickets.  Suddenly, in the darkness right in front of us, a group of deer started to walk by.  "Milo!"  Mummy gasped, "Look at the deer!  Shhh, don't move or you will scare them away!"  I must admit they were quite pretty there in the darkness.  I stood staring at them, and I was just overcome with love for nachur and wildlife.  I got so wrapped up in watching the deer with Mummy that I forgot all about my poopy walk, and I really did have to go.  "Don't scare the deer, Milo," Mummy said, "Shhh!"  The deer creeped along in front of us, and that's when it happened.  I couldn't help it. In the silence of the night, right there in front of nachur and the moon and everything, I farted.  PFOOOOOT!!!  The deer actually heard it and started running!  Mummy gasped and then started laughing.  "Okay, Milo, guess ya hafta go."  She said, and let me run in the grass to do my bizness.  And then she went inside and told EVERYONE ("Milo just farted and the noise scared away a herd of deer!").  She said my diary entries write themselves and that we couldn't make this stuff up if we tried.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fat Rej Returns and Stormin Norman Joins the Army</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/215521</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Oct 2006 16:05:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Little things can be such a distrakshun.  I was taking my morning walk with Mummy today, and I notic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Little things can be such a distrakshun.  I was taking my morning walk with Mummy today, and I noticed a Dunkin Donuts bag in the middle of the street.  Mummy saw it, too, and she said, "Ooooh-ho no, Milo, just keep on walking."  But I just couldn't do it.  All I kept thinking was that there might be a donut in there.  I suddenly did not want to go poopy, I did not want to go peepee, I did not want to walk at all.  I JUST WANTED THE DONUT.  Mummy finally gave up on me and we headed inside.  I never did get to see if there was a donut in the bag because it was gone by the time I went out for my afternoon walk.

Fat Rej was in our yard again today.  He is the dog who busted into our yard the day Mummy was cooking chili.  He must have smelled it coming from the back screen door.  He is owned by a BRIHtish man named Cameron.  I think Fat Rej is so fat because they never walk him at all.  I see him sometimes but he is always standing in his doorway  as if to say (in a BRIHtish aksent, of course) "Pardon me, please, but could you kindly let me outside?"  I just look at him and say "Pip-pip and cheerios, Rej," because I think that is what they say in merry old England.  Anyway, Fat Rej came galloping into our yard during dinner time tonight.  BRIHtish Cameron sent his little person son to fetch Rej, but Rej is twice the size as the little person, so they were basikalee wrestling for a while in our yard.  I akchualee stared at them and said, "Mummy, what are they doing?" because Fat Rej was just walking around and the little person was hanging on to his collar and trying to drag him away.  But Rej was dragging him around instead.  And as they finally walked away I wondered if maybe Fat Rej got that donut in the street.

Do you remember my old dalmayshun friend Mambo?  Mambo had conjessiv hart falyoor and went to the Rainbow Bridge.  His mommy was really sad when he left because he died in her daughter's arms.  But now his mommy adopted a new dog yesterday.  He is a schnauzer named Norman.  He has a little gray beard and bushy gray eyebrows and you can hear him coming a mile away because he shouts and yells and barks at everyone in his path.  So I call him Stormin Norman.  I think he would make a good jeneral for my army.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo on the Rocks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/211172</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 17:50:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I went to a fall festival and there were no hellykopters and there was no puke!  I was very ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went to a fall festival and there were no hellykopters and there was no puke!  I was very happy.  This was more like a fair.  My Aunt Laura was selling her artwork (you can see her stuff at www.laurasdogboneart.com) and Mummy was shopping!  I was so excited to see all the people and smell the funL cakes.  I even got some cider donuts.  Lots of people stopped to pet me and remarked how cute I was.  Mummy said she was very proud.  Gramma O started telling kumpleet stranjers about me being Dog of the Week and being in the Firehouse Dog movie.  I felt like a true sellebritee.  And just as we were about to leave, a little person in a pink dress asked if she could pet me.  I didn't say yes but Mummy did, so she started petting me.  And she was nice and she smelled like snowcones, so I didn't mind.  Her mother was standing next to us with a stroller, and she said, "Wow, he is so cute.  Is he a Jack Daniels?"  And Mummy burst into laughter and I said WHAT?  A Jack WHAT?  Mummy replied, "He sure isn't a Jack Daniels."  I was mortyfide.  I am NOT a Jack DANIELS.  I am a Jack RUSSELL, lady!!  Although Deddy likes Jack Daniels, so I shouldn't be too upset.  Anyway, we left after that and Mummy said, "We'll hafta put that in your diary, Milo."  So there you go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Lil' Army</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/209894</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 16:19:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Being Dog of the Week is so much fun.  I'd like to thank all my new friends and welcome you all to m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Being Dog of the Week is so much fun.  I'd like to thank all my new friends and welcome you all to my webpage.  I hope you read all of my diary entries when you have a chance.  There is so much to see in the Milo Diaries!  There are akshun stories, advencher, misterees, komidee, and okashunalee, horror.  You just never know what you'll find in the arkives!

Mummy says that the little people in our kingdom are forming an army.  Deddy looked out the window yesterday and saw about 30 little people playing a game in the meadow.  We live in a townhouse, and there are little people around here, but lately, they've been mulitiplying like gremlins.  And as I've said before, some of these little people are bad.  They are the Augustus Gloops and Mike Teevees of our kingdom.  One even ran through our yard holding a toy masheen gun.  This was very disturbing.  So anyway, when Deddy saw the thirty little people in the meadow, Mummy said, "I think maybe they are forming an army."  And I thought, a little people army in MY KINGDOM?  If ANYONE forms an army in my kingdom it is going to be ME and it will be an all dog army and maybe a horse because i kind of like them.  I will be the kaptin or the sarjint or whatever and i will sit in a chareeot pulled by black cats.  And we will march in single file up and down the streets and shout out boo-roo-roo at all of the rabbits and squirrelies we see.  We will wear yooniforms the color of hamburger meat and pee on everyone's lawn.  If there is going to be an army around here, that is most definitely the army it would be.  So if the little people around here have any plans, they'd better think again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King is Humbled</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/209382</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 15:05:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I feel like I need to give one of those speeches that the happy famis people do on teevee when they  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I feel like I need to give one of those speeches that the happy famis people do on teevee when they win something good! I am so excited to be DOG OF THE WEEK!!  And I am even more excited that Holly GoLightly thinks I am MR. PER-SO-NAL-UHTEE.  That is a very dignified title if I do say so myself.  I am also REALLY happy that I am getting so many new pup pals and rosettes.  I hope all of my new friends will read my diary entries and not laugh at me for my sporadik bad spelling.

I am also really excited to win this pressteejis honor because that should PROVE to Mummy that she NEEDS to quit her job as a skool teacher to devote ALL of her time to ME and my kuhrear.  She can be my ajint and manajer, and we can tour the world promoting the GOODNESS OF MILO.  And then there will be MILO DOLLIES in stores and MILO T-SHIRTS and MILO HATS and MILO SHOESIES and MILO UNDERPANTIES.  And people can watch THE MILO SHOW on teevee and listen to the MILO THEEM SONG and put ME little King Milo boy wonder extrodinair on their iPods.  And since Mummy won't do it herself, I took the libertee of writing a letter of reh-sig-nay-shun to her prinsipull, explayning why she won't be in skool anymore.  Here is my ruff draft:

Deer Prinsipull lady person,
      I am writing to tell you that Mummy will not be coming to skool anymore because she can't be a teacher and be my ajint and manajer at the same time.  She is gunna hafta devote all of her time to me now, so you are gunna hafta find a new teacher person for those little people in her class.  I'm shur they won't mind.  Just hang one of those signs that say HELP WANTED in the window of your skool and I am shur someone will come in looking to take Mummy's place, okay?

You don't hafta menshun this letter to Mummy because she knows I'm writing it and she says it is fine with her, so if you have any queschuns just email me at Dogster or send me a letter at my palace.  Good luck in the fyoocher, goodbye or farewell or whatever.  Maybe we will menshun you in one of our speeches on teevee someday.

Sincerelee,
Little King Milo of Milo's Kingdom

Doesn't that sound great?  It is almost as good as the letter I wrote to Santa Klaus last year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No FallFest for Creb Apples</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/208560</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:48:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My walks across the bike path bridge are youshualee quite peesfull.  The other day we saw a FOHN.  D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My walks across the bike path bridge are youshualee quite peesfull.  The other day we saw a FOHN.  Do you know what a FOHN is?  It's kind of like a big, skinny dog with brown and white spots.  FOHNS are very quiet and slow and they like to eat creb apples (Mummy says I am a creb apple sometimes, but this is not that kind of creb apple, this is the kind of creb apple you eat).   Anyway, I am nice to the FOHNS.  I like to creep up on them when I see them from the bike path bridge.  But I don't bark or try to scare them away.  I just like to watch them.  They youshualee have a deer mommy with them.  I like the FOHNS.  

But sometimes our walk on the bike path is not so peesfull.  On Saturday our kingdom was having a FALLFEST.  "Let's walk to FALLFEST, Milo!"  Mummy said.  Deddy was off installing a dishwasher at our renter's condo (yes, we rent out Deddy's old condo now.  The bachylore pad is no more!).  So we were free to enjoy the fest all alone.  It was a nice day, the leaves were falling, the sky was blue, so I thought, "Why not?  I might like a good fest."  We crossed the bridge and got to the peesfull spot where we normally see the FOHNS.  All of a sudden we heard this LOUD noise and this HUGE hellykopter flew overhead and it scared me terribly.  Mummy stood still and told me it was okay, but the hellykopter was flying so low over the path and the engine was going THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP.  I have seen hellykopters before, but never that low or that close to ME!!  The hellykopter flew away and we started to walk again, but I couldn't control myself.  I darted out into the grass and THREW UP.  That hellykopter really scared me.  I was kindof embarrassed.  Needless to say, there was no festing for me.  Mummy took me home so I could recover from the trauma of the hellykopter and the throw up.  I felt much better after a biscuit and a nap, but by then the Fall Fest was over.  Oh well.  Such is life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Bad People Can Learn Good Lessons</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/203598</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Sep 2006 19:08:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy went back to skool. She's a teacher you know.   I'm not shur how I feel about this.  In one se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy went back to skool. She's a teacher you know.   I'm not shur how I feel about this.  In one sense I miss her being here and having lunch on the patty-oh and watching The Tyra Banks Show with her.  But on the other hand, I shur do like having my sleepy time back and it being nice and quiet in here.  Mummy is always bouncing all over the place.  She has a lot of energy and she is always moving from room to room during the summer and sometimes that is disruptive to my sleepy schedule.  

Another good thing about skool starting is that the little people in our neighborhood will not be hanging around all the time now.  You see, I have learned that some little people are bad.  They do things like throw snowballs at your front door or steal pumpkins from your porch.  And sometimes they cut through our backyard to get to their own, and Mummy and I don't like that too much.  They like to run around skreeming and yelling and throwing things. I know not all little people are like this, but we seem to have a lot of them in our neighborhood kingdom.  Mummy says they are the kinds of kids that the Oompa Loompas sing about.  So now that skool has started again, I am shur they will be busier and won't have time to cut through our yard anymore.  But if they do, I told Mummy that maybe next time we can dig a hole in the yard and cover it with leaves, and then the little people will fall in there if they try to cross the yard.  They won't get hurt or anything, just stuck, and their moms will say, "Uh-oh, where's little Billee I have not seen him since yesterday" and I, King Milo, will have taught the little bad people a good lesson.  Mummy says this is a very bad idea, but I thought it was pretty smart.  And maybe, if I'm lucky, a rabbit might fall in there too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brih-TISH Cameron, Fat Rej, and some Chili</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/201538</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Sep 2006 17:07:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know you are probably wondering who our new nayboors are, but they haven't moved in yet, so I'm no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know you are probably wondering who our new nayboors are, but they haven't moved in yet, so I'm not shur.  But I can tell you about another new nayboor who moved two doors down in the kingdom.  I will tell you the story the way Mummy told it to me.

Mummy was busy making chili in the slow-cooker and getting ready for dinner in the kitchen.  I was upstairs sleeping and keeping a sharp ear out for Deddy.  (That is my doody every evening, to wait for Deddy to come home and announce his arrival).  Mummy said she looked up and saw a big, fat pit bull type dog in our backyard.  It was raining and there is supposed to be a hurrycane coming, so Mummy walked up to the screen door and said, "Well, hello!  Who are you?"  The dog wagged its stubby tail but didn't do anything, so Mummy said, "Come here, you, come on," and the dog waddled over.  He had a cool collar on but no tags, and Mummy had never seen him before. So she clipped him to my runner (kinda like my leash but it's attached to the patio table leg).  Mummy did not know what to do because the dog was very big and kind of old and seemed lost.  She said he wanted to come in our castle very badly because he smelled the chili.  Mummy grabbed the phone and called Nayboor Susan for help.  Nayboor Susan came over but didn't know what to do either.  Where am I during this whole drama, you ask?  I'll get to that in a minute.  Anyway, they couldn't figure out what to do and just when they deesided to go start knocking on doors, Mummy saw someone walking through the backyard.  "Hey, here comes someone!" she said.  "Hallo!"  said the stranger.  Mummy says he was BRIH-TISH.  The BRIH-TISH man was named Cameron.  The fat dog was named Rej.  Rej could care less that Cameron had come looking for him.  Mummy said all he wanted was the chili because he stood facing the door the whole time, peering in at the kitchen and sniffing the air.  "So sorry," said Brih-TISH Cameron, "Terribly sorry, Rej is getting a bit deaf, too, come on, Rej!"  Mummy said Rej never turned around and Brih-TISH Cameron had to go over and get him.  "I'm afraid he's a bit too friendly, especially if he smells another dog or food."  Mummy knew he smelled both!  So they said goodbye and Mummy was glad British Cameron and fat Rej were happy again.  Nayboor Soosan went home and Mummy went back to cooking her chili.  About ten minutes later, I trotted down the stairs, stretched, and yawned.  "Hey Mummy," I said, "Anything new?"  Mummy put her hands on her hips and said, "Hmph!"  And so, there you go.  Sleeping is a tough job, you know.  I assumed Mummy had everything under control downstairs, and obviously, I was correct.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo is the Viddy-oh Star</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/198815</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 10:30:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Did you see my new viddy-ohs?  Mummy is so proud of them.  When she found out that Dogster was letti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you see my new viddy-ohs?  Mummy is so proud of them.  When she found out that Dogster was letting us put viddy-ohs on our pages, she was so excited.  And I couldn't figure out why, because we don't have a viddy-oh camera. Anyway, we do have a dijjy-tal camera that can take very short viddy-oh with no sounds, so of course, Mummy whipped that out.   She started taping me, but I wasn't doing anything.  I was just sitting on the down sofa, staring at her.  "Milo, do something!" she said.  But I just stared at her and thought, "What do you want me to do?"  So that's where our very first viddy-oh, "I'm So Cute" came from.  

Our naybors are moving out.  Mummy says they sold their condo in 18 days, which I guess is pretty good.  Maybe whoever bought it knew that lil' King Milo lived next door and they were eager to join our kingdom!  I asked who is moving in but Mummy does not know.  I wonder if it is Johnny Depp, like Mummy had hoped?  I think now she is hoping it is Cesar Millan, but I don't think I'd like that very much.  Mummy said that if Cesar Millan (he's the Dog Whisperer) came to our house, he'd probably want to get rid of my under-bed Panic Room because it's "not healthy."  Not healthy!  Please!  I am lucky that Deddy is on my side, because the only thing he said after Mummy's ridiculous statement was, "Cesar Millan is not getting anywhere near our bed."  Well said, Deddy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Looked Deth in the Eye!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/198807</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 10:16:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I smelled deth.  I whiffed its rotting, stenchy odor with my brave little nose.  I walked righ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I smelled deth.  I whiffed its rotting, stenchy odor with my brave little nose.  I walked right up to it, looked it in its cold, bugged-out eye...and then I ran.  You see, Mummy and Deddy caught a mouse in the kitchen.  It is unfartchunate, but true, that we had a mouse in our house.  Mummy had found evvy-dens of him in our kitchen, so her and Deddy set out to cetch him.  They made a compuhtishun out of it too, because they each set two traps and said, "Let's see who gets him first."  Mummy won, of course, cause we heard the trap go snappity-snap and found a mouse ded in one of her traps this morning ("He would have killed you if you were in HIS house, Milo," Mummy explained, "We are just defending the kingdom.")  But I have a thing about ded mice, and mice in jeneral.  I don't like them.  And Deddy does not understand this.  He says I am a Jack Russell and that we are SUPPOSED to hunt rodents by nachur.  So he called me over so I could smell the ded mouse, and that's when I ran.  I tried to tell Deddy that not ALL Jack Russells like hunting mice, and that I don't appresheate his stereotype.  I am a bug hunter by trade, and that is the way I like it.  We need to stop the labels, people.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Excitement is Too Much to Bear!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/193556</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 13:06:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>DID YOU SEE IT?  DID YOU SEE IT??  They put MY NAME ME MILO on the FRONT PAGE of Dogster!!  It said, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ DID YOU SEE IT?  DID YOU SEE IT??  They put MY NAME ME MILO on the FRONT PAGE of Dogster!!  It said, "Dogster's Milo one of the Firehouse Dog Contest Winners!"  WOW!!!!  You know, everyone in my kingdom knows me.  They all say hello and call my name as they drive by in their cars and stuff.  Even the people who drive those brown pakij delivery truck thingies stop to give me a biscuit sometimes.  But I have NEVER experienced TRUE FAME before.  My name in lights!  Well, not lights, really, but my name in a HYPERLINK!  Wowee!  Dogster people like me, they really like me!  And Joy Ward, the lady person who wrote the Dogster blog about me, akchualee sugjestid that Mummy (or anyone for that matter) should buy me some new toys to celebrate my fame and fartune.  Why, what a great idea, Joy!  Joy just spreads joy, doesn't she?

I'm not shur if I am ready to deal with the crowds that will start building up outside my palace when I hit the big screen.  They will all be lining up to see ME, LITTLE KING MILO, FAMOUS AKTER OR MOVIE DOG OR WHATEVER.  And I will not even come outside.  I will just stand in the upstairs window of the castle, looking down at my fans like Evita or Michael Jackson.  I have been working on my autograf, too.  I don't have thumbs, so it's kinda hard to hold a pen.  So I can either make my autograf a pawprint or try holding a pen in my mouth to sign stuff.  When I do that, though, my autograf just looks like this:   X      or this:     /         But that's okay.  I think my fans would apreesheate the effort.

Okay, Mummy says I need to cut it out now because I am getting a BIG HEAD (whatever that means).  I don't want my head to get any larger because then my crown will look too small, so I will stop writing now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What would we do without Mummy?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/193017</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Aug 2006 10:25:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and Deddy went on a vakashun to celebrate their first wedding anniversary last week.  They too ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and Deddy went on a vakashun to celebrate their first wedding anniversary last week.  They took a KROOS to a place called Canuhduh.  They left from New York City, where my friends Rockie and Bee and Sarah live.  They said it was a lot of fun, but Mummy said she missed me very much and that her heart ached without me.  She said she did not think she could take another trip without me for a while.  Well that's nice to know.  Although I have a feeling if someone offered her a trip to Hawaii, that she'd leave tomorrow and say, Aloha, Milo!  Yes, I know that word.  I know other Hawaiian words too like my-tie and PINEAPPLE.  Anyway, Mummy also said that she did not think she could ever take a trip alone because she would be nervous "leaving the men in charge."  By that she means me and Deddy.  Yesterday she went to an art show all day for my Ant Lara.  Ant Lara makes beeyootiful paintings and t-shirts and fun things with COOL DOGS on them.  You can see her stuff here:   <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.laurasdogboneart.com">DogBoneArt</a>  Mummy told Deddy that he had to feed me at dinner time, since she would not be home to do it.  "Uh, Mummy, are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked. 

 When the show was over around 6:00, Mummy got a phone call from Deddy.  He was at the Home Deepo.  He sounded very happy to be there, she said.  He told her after the Home Deepo that he was going to Loh's (which is like the Home Deepo but is blue instead of orange).  Mummy said it was around 6:00 when she talked to him.  You know where this is going, don't you?  After Deddy said he was making a pilgrimage to Loh's, Mummy paused.  (Mummy likes to make those dramatik pauses sometimes.  I think she hopes the silence will clue Deddy in).  "Did you feed Milo?"  she finally asked him.  And of course, Deddy gave her a dramatik pause right back.  Because you all know deddies!  And you know that I was HOME ALONE STARVING!!!  I did get fed evenchualee, but I am glad that Mummy is in charge of my food on a regular basis.  

That night, right before we were all going to bed, Mummy asked Deddy in the dark, "Did you at least check the mail today?"  And you know where this is going too, don't you?  This morning when Mummy and I went for our walk, we stopped and checked the mail.  Mail doesn't come on Sundays, even I know this.  But there was mail in the mailbox!  Sigh.  What would we do without Mummy?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Summer Vakashun  by Lil' King Milo, age 7</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/192797</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 17:49:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I have been sooo bizzy this summer I thot I would write a little essay to keep everyone up to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I have been sooo bizzy this summer I thot I would write a little essay to keep everyone up to date on my advenchers.  So here it is.

For most of  July and August  I went swimming in Gramma and Grampa Z's pool as much as I could.  My Uncle Budday (who is a golden rechreever) was not too happy about this.  One day while I was there he ran around the pool trying to gather all the toys from me, espeshalee the orange crabby toy.  He got so coo-coo about it that he akchualee slipped and cracked two of his toenails on the concrete while trying to run away from me.  He got blood everywhere.  He wasn't crying or anything so I just stepped around him and took back the crab toy that he had stolen from me.  And I said, "Excoos me Bud-day but you are getting blood everywhere and I would like that crabby toy back thank you very much."  

My ex-girlfriend Emma moved far away and her mommy is going to have a little baby person very soon now and like I've said before, I feel sad for my friend Emma because her life is basikalee over.  I have not heard from her since she moved away.  

Mummy has been watching that Dog Whisperer show alllll summer and I must say I am getting a little tired of hearing Cesar Millan's voice coming from the TV.  That dood is telling all of our doggy sekrets and I think he must be stopped before he takes control of my kingdom entirely.

I've also been swimming in Ant Lara's pool this summer (remember when it was just a dirt pile?  There's water in it now!).  There is a gate around Ant Lara's pool, too, and I got so excited to go in her pool one day that I tried to just run through the gate and my head got stuck in between the posts.  Hey, these things happen, you know.

And the most exciting news of all is that Mummy entered me in a contest here on Dogster to be feechured in the end credits of a movie called "Firehouse Dog" coming out in theaters in 2007.  Well, I won!  I know a lot of other dogs won, too, but I am still excited for my big break.  Mummy is so proud of me.  She says she is going to call the principull of her school on Monday and quit her job so that she can deevot all her time to my career.  She is going to get me an ajint and then maybe someday soon the Milo dolly will hit the shelves of a store near you.  Deddy says there will be no quitting of jobs but what does he know?  I'll have to remind Mummy that I was here before Deddy and that must count for something]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Potenshul Naybors in the Kingdom</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 09:00:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Our naybors had a red sign on their front lawn today.  As I was peeing on it, I said, &quot;Mummy, what d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our naybors had a red sign on their front lawn today.  As I was peeing on it, I said, "Mummy, what does this sign mean?"  Mummy explained that the sign was for an OPEN HOUSE.  "Can we go in?" I asked.  Mummy pulled me away from their sidewalk and said no.  I didn't understand this, because clearly, if it was open, and they had a sign out front saying it was open, then I should be able to go in!!  Mummy went on to explain that the sign meant they were selling their townhouse and moving out of the kingdom.  Well, the nerve of them!  I asked who was going to live there and Mummy said whoever buys it.  Hmmm.  I don't like this idea.  I don't want just ANYONE living in my kingdom.  I think maybe I should invite some people to come live there.  So I have complied a list of potenshul neighbors, people I think should live in our kingdom:

1)  My Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  Wouldn't it be great to have her right next door so she could snap at me whenever I crossed her front yard?  How glorious!
2) Frank Perdue, Jr.  He makes great chicken, and I like chicken. I think it would be a good thing to have the owner of a chicken company next door to us.
3) Garfield (Mummy says this is impossible and that Garfield could not live there but I don't see why not.  This is my list anyway)
4) All of my toys.  Wouldn't it be great if we filled the house with my toys and I could go over and play with them every day?  I could fit thousands in there!  And when people ask, "Who lives next door to you?'  I can say, "My toys!"
5) Johnny Depp (I don't know who this is, but Mummy says it would be GREAT if he lived next door to us)
6) Meerkats - I like watching that show "Meerkat Manor" on Animal Planet, and I think it would be COOL to have a family of meerkats living next to us.
7) No one.  It would be kind of fun to have an empty house next door and I could just peepee on the lawn whenever I wanted to.
8) Ronald McDonald.  He's kinda scary looking, but I know he would bring me Happy Meals every day if he was our naybor.  And Happy Meals have little toys in them, too.

That's all I can think of right now.  I am so excited by my list that I hope our naybors move out TOMORROW!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo Has Total Control</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/179447</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 13:20:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I was attacked by a gang of little people.  Well, they were more like medium sized people. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I was attacked by a gang of little people.  Well, they were more like medium sized people.  Who knew they came in so many sizes?  Anyway, they attacked me.  Mummy is yelling at me now, she says NO they did NOT attack me.  Mummy, can I please write this entry in peace?  You are not the author here.  So as I was saying before I was roodly interrupted, I was taking a walk yesterday and this gang of medium sized children peoples were playing on the sidewalk. I stopped to stare, to see if they had any balls or food or stuff I could pee on or steal.  They saw me staring and stared back.  "Is that a Jack Russell?"  a girl person asked.  "Why, yes it is," Mummy answered, "He's Milo."  This was followed by choruses of "Awww!" and "He's so cute!" (I get that a lot), but then I heard the dreaded question:  "Can we pet him?"  Mummy thought for a minute and gave her youshooal answer, "You can try."  I don't like when she says that.  I mean, really, Mummy, what is that supposed to mean?  The correct answer should just be NO or HE'S A KING or NO ONE TOUCHES LITTLE KING MILO UNLESS HE GIVES YOU UHPROOFUL.  They all leaned forward in one big gang and tried to touch me.  And they were all calling my name at once:  "Milo!  Milo!  Come here, Milo!  Aw, Milo!  Hello, Milo!"  I just saw little people hands and fingers and AHHH!  I ran behind Mummy and hid.  When I used to be in that horrible pet store years ago, people could stick their hands in my cage and pet me whether I liked it or not.  So now I have TOTAL CONTROL over that, and if I don't want to be pet, then BY GOLLY I will NOT BE PET!  And it is a fun game I play.  I wag my tail and say, "Sure, you can pet me...NOT!"  and I run.  Or I step forward and say, "Ohhhkay, go ahead, pet me...FOOLED YA!" and I run again.  I did this to the little people over and over again until they each wanted to try individualee.  Each one of them thought they could win me over, but nope, I would not let them touch me.  Ha!  Mummy said I was being very rood.  Evenchualee, she said sorry to them and we walked away.  Mummy said, "No one is going to want to play with you anymore, Milo."  Ha!  I beg to differ.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fishin' in the Panic Room</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 07:33:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is goin' fishin' today.  But she is not fishin' for fishies, she is fishin' for the treat trap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is goin' fishin' today.  But she is not fishin' for fishies, she is fishin' for the treat trappers that I have been hiding in the Panic Room.  Do you know what treat trappers are?  They are little toys that are shaped like spiders or footballs or whatever, and then you stick a biscuit in them.  Mummy gives them to me when she is going out somewhere, and when she gives me one, I know I am supposed to take it and go into the bedroom.  I am quite aware that treat trappers are dyverjins so Mummy can escape the house without me trying to follow her out.  But I like the treats, so I guess you can say they work.  When Mummy comes home, she collects the trapper and puts it away until the next dyverjin is needed.  I have two BIG treat trappers, too.  One is a crab named Krebby Peddy, and the other is a red spider named Clifford.  They are for speshul okayshuns.  Anyway, for reasons unknown to everyone, including myself, I have taken several of the treat trappers and hidden them in the depths of the Panic Room.  They are in my own private dunjin.  Mummy says I am punishing them.  She is going to try to go in there today to fish them out.n  

Yesterday I found a red raquetball in the parking lot of the little people daycare center.  Deddy thinks this is the worst thing that could have ever happened because the ball is very bouncy and "I don't know when to stop."  

I went swimming at Aunt Laura's over Farth of July.  There is not much to say about this because I think the pictures that Mummy posted speak for themselves!  Mummy akchualee had to carry me out of the pool when it was time to go home.  She said my legs were still moving in swimming moshuns as she carried me across the grass.  

And lastly, I must discuss my crazy cousin PeeWee, who is afraid to go in the pool.  I simply do not understand this, because I will hurl myself into any body of water no matter what the weather or temperchur.  He will stand at the edge of the pool and watch JB and I swim, and he will look sad and try to get all the attenshun.  And maybe someone will try to put him on the raft.  But last time he fell in when he tried to do that.  I was shocked to see that he couldn't really swim that well.  His butt kind of sank and he didn't move his back legs.  And I tried to say to him, "Dude, what are you doing?" I just don't get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little People are Nicer than Big People</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Jul 2006 09:03:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I am going swimming at Gramma and Grampa Z's house.  I plan on doing this for hours, even if i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I am going swimming at Gramma and Grampa Z's house.  I plan on doing this for hours, even if it rains or thunders or a tornado comes.  I am already "all riled up" as Mummy says, because I chased a chipmunk into a tree this morning.  Mummy said she had never seen one climb so high.  Grrr!  I am tuff!

For those of you who read my diary entries, you know that we live within walking distance of a little people daycare center.  The little people daycare center is closed for the hollyday weekend, and I love going over there to explore when the little peoples are not around.  My favorite thing to do is peer through their fence.  They have lots of toys and balls and things to climb on.  I like to run up to the door and see the drawings they make on the sidewalk with chalk.  I go right up to the door like I am going to walk in, and Mummy always says, "No, Milo, you can't go to school today."

There is a sekret treshur pit behind the little people daycare center.  If you follow the fence all the way around to the side of the building, there is a spot where the trees hide a lot of stuff.  This is where the treashur pit is.  (I'm only telling you because I know you don't live around here so you won't come and try to steal all of my treashur thingies).  The treashur pit is where the little people throw toys over the fence.  There are balls here, and little shovels, and frisbees and plastic stuff.  Those little people are like convicts and can't go beyond the fence, so once they throw stuff over, they can't get it back again (which means it's mine).  Mummy says maybe they are trying to send SOS messages, like when you toss a message in a bottle into the oh-shun.  I say they are just sharing their wealth and want me to have their stuff.  Yesterday I went home with a yellow squishy ball.

If you think it's bad that I take stuff from the little people daycare center, then you should know that the big people who run the daycare center are not very nice.  One time they saw me and Mummy throwing one of my ziploc poopy bags into their dumpster.  They came outside and started yelling something about it being private proper-tee and that my poopy couldn't go in their dumpster ("excoose me," I wanted to say, "but I am the king here and you should be priveleged to have my poopy in your ree-sep-ti-kul.") .  They akchuallee said they were going to call the polees on us!  I said, "Cool, Mummy, let them do it!  I want to be on that TV show COPS for my poopy!"  Mummy just laughed at them, but I thought they were awfully rood.  I don't poop much (well, maybe sometimes) and a ziploc bag in their dumpster shouldn't be a big deal.  Oh well.  

Anyway, they also have a sand pile in their parking lot.  I guess they were going to use it to fill up the sandboxes there but they never did.  It keeps raining and the pile is slowly getting washed away into the sewer.  I love to run up the sandpile and stick my nose in it.  Mummy says I had never seen sand before this.  I suggested that maybe we could go back to their parking lot when it gets dark and bring some buckets and some shovels and then Milo could have a sandbox, too!  But Mummy didn't think this would be a good idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where Have I Been?</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 19:31:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Where have I been, you ask?  Where are all of Little King Milo's diary entries?  Has he moved to ano ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where have I been, you ask?  Where are all of Little King Milo's diary entries?  Has he moved to another kingdom?  Has he become so popyouler that he is too busy to write on his own Dogster page?  Is he on tour promoting the Milo Dolly, which will be in toy stores everywhere, selling like hot cakes the world over?  Sadly, no. 

There are many unpredictabull (see, I like that word now) and unconchrollabull reasons to delay the writing of good diary entries, some of which I am going to list for you below.  They are not, of course, in order or importancce or anything.  Here are some reasons for why I have not written in a while:

1)  Mummy had her last two wis-dum teeth pulled out.  If you remember last year, I had to nurse her back to health after she had one of them pulled out.  This time she went ahead and had two MORE tugged out.  Why would she do this to herself?  She came home smelling like doctors and blood and that really freaked me out, so I hid in the panic room until her tooth holes stopped bleeding.  Once the icky blood stuff went away, I sat RIGHT on TOP of her, doin' my job and protekting her until Deddy got home.  Mummy says I am very loyal but that I could never be a doctor or a wild animal for that matter, since I don't like the sight or smell of blood.

2)  It has been RAINING for three days straight, and you all know how I feel about the rain.  I have been on a minor poopy protest and will only go outside in 5 minute intervals, in between rain storms.

3)Mummy is home on summer vakashun and she has been disturbing my sleep patterns, thus making me too tired to write my normal diary entries.

4)  I heard on the news that Eddie died.  Eddie's real name was Moose, and he was the funny Jack Russell terrier who appeared on a TV show called Frasier and in the movie, "My Dog Skip."  I always saw Moose as competishun and got a little grumpy at people if they tried to compare me to him.  But now that he's gone I can humbly admit that he was my eye-dull.  I am sorry that he is gone.  Mummy said he lived to be 16 years old.  So anyway, that has been keeping me busy mourning and everything.  I can't be sad and write good diary entries.

So there are the reasons why my diary entries have been delayed.  You see, they are clearly not excuses, but real, honest to goodness ishoos that I have been dealing with in my life.  I told you it's not easy being king!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Ball Bigger Than My Head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/167206</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 12:24:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I found a tennis ball in the meadow.  This is like finding buried treashur, so I was very  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I found a tennis ball in the meadow.  This is like finding buried treashur, so I was very excited.  I carried that ball in my mouth on my whole walk, and people akchualee slowed down in their cars as they drove by to get a better look at me.  And then I heard a slew of praise:  "Oh he's so cute!"  "Look at him with his little ball!"  "He sure does have his trophy, doesn't he?"  "We made Red leave his ball at home," (that comment was from my pit bull friend Red's parents.  They are a little strikt.)  The last comment I heard came from a little old lady who was walking by.  She smiled at me and said, "That ball is bigger than his whole head."  Mummy started laughing but I was outraged.  Bigger than my whole head?  Excuse me, old lady person, but that ball was clearly not bigger than my whole head, otherwise I would not have been able to carry it in my mouth.  Geez!  What is wrong with people these days??  Bigger than my whole head.  Hmph.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Unpredictabull Moment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/164137</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Jun 2006 14:55:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As I've said before, Mummy and I have encountered some interesting things on our walks, but I think  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As I've said before, Mummy and I have encountered some interesting things on our walks, but I think today takes the cake (I don't really know what that means, but Mummy says it all the time so it must make sense).  We were walking towards our favorite path through the woods when we saw a big german shepherd and a red haired lady walking him.  She headed towards our woods path, so Mummy and I stepped back to wait (Mummy says there is something called "dog walker kertess-see" and that you should give dogs and their owners their space).  When they were far enough ahead of us, Mummy said, "Okay, let's go!"  We started through the woods and all of a sudden I hear the red haired lady yelling, "OH!  I DIDN"T KNOW YOU WERE COMING DOWN THIS WAY!"  Mummy and I paused.  Even I was confused.  "Well, yeah, we live that way,"  Mummy said, "We have to cross this path to get home."  "OKAY, I'll JUST WAWK OVAH THIS WAY CAWS THIS DAWG IS NOT MINE.  YOU CAN GO PAST US!"  she yelled.  I looked up at Mummy.  "Why is she yelling?"  we both asked each other.  Mummy shrugged and we both started to walk past the hairy shepherd and the red-haired loud lady.  Mummy and I recognized the german shepherd.  Sure, he was big, but we met him before, and he was okay.  He was wagging his tail.  "Hi Max!"  I said, but the lady kept dragging him away.  Or was Max dragging her?  I couldn't tell, but she seemed really scared or something.  "MAX!"  she kept screaming, "STAY!  MAAAAAXXX!"  She was screaming in terror.  All Max was trying to do was come to see me.  "THIS DAWG ISN'T MINE, HE'S VERY UNPREDICTABULL," she cried again.  "Okay, sorry,"  Mummy said, walking past them.  All of a sudden, we hear the woman screaming again from behind us, "MAX!  MAX!!  STAY!  NO!  MAX!!!!  OH MY GAWD CAN YOU PICK HIM UP, PLEASE?"  Mummy turned around, and we were both thinking, "Pick who up?"  She meant me, because Max was dragging her towards me.  (So what?)  Mummy picked me up (whatever) and as Max reached the little slope down of the path,  he pulled the crazy lady down to where we were standing and she akchuallee fell down the little slope of the path and rolled almost to our feet.  Max was still wagging his tail.  She was laying there moaning and Mummy and I were just stunned.  "Uh...are you okay?" Mummy asked.  Meanwhile, Max and I were saying hi, sniffing and wagging tails.  "Do you want me to take his leash or something?" Mummy asked the lady, who was still on the ground.  The lady said no, and she was still lying on the ground.  "Why were you yelling?  Is this dog violent or something?"  Mummy asked.  "No," the lady said, finally standing up, "he's just very unpredictabull.  He's not my dawg, I'm watchin him faw a friend."    "But he's wagging his tail," Mummy said.  She looked at the lady, who was covered in mud and leaves.  "Are you okay?"  Mummy asked the lady again.  "I'm fine, he's just very strawng.  He's unpredictabull."  She brushed herself off and started to walk away.  Mummy apologized (but I'm not sure for what) and we headed home.  Gosh, that was WEIRD!  I had a millyun questions for Mummy.  Why was that lady screaming?   Why was she so scared of Max?  What was she doing on the ground?  The only thing I learned from this was that if you have to go on vakashun or something, don't ask a crazy person to watch your dog.  And if you are a-scared of big dogs, then you shouldn't be dog-sitting them.  I also learned the word UNPREDICT-A-BULL.  It means you don't know what someone is going to do, like when you see a crazy red-haired lady yelling in terror at a dog that is not hers.  No one could ever have predicted she'd end up on the ground!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Underbite Adam</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 31 May 2006 19:53:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's funny that we were just talking about friends because I met a new one yesterday!  His name is A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's funny that we were just talking about friends because I met a new one yesterday!  His name is Adam and he is a Norwich terrier.  I think Adam is a weird name for a Norwich terrier, but it is fun to say.  I am good at listening (well, sometimes) so I listened to the conversayshun Mummy had with Adam's owners, and this is what I learned:  Adam was named by his breeder and the owners didn't like the name Adam but Adam seemed to like it so they kept it and then the breeder wanted to get rid of Adam because he had a severe UNderbite and I guess that is a bad thing because the breeders even took Adam to the dentist and had some of his teeth removed so he would not have the UNderbite but it didn't work either so they didn't want him but these people did and their names were Linda and George and they love Adam now even though they were cat people before.  See, there's a lot to be learned when you listen!  They also said that they always saw Mummy walking me and admired me from afar because I was so cute (I told you I have that affect on people).  They said I was part of the reason they wanted to get a dog.  Well, how about that?  They do say a king can influence people.  You see, it's true!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Apollo's New Life</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 31 May 2006 19:43:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here are the scariest four words I could hear when I am on my walk with Mummy:  &quot;Apollo!  Get back h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are the scariest four words I could hear when I am on my walk with Mummy:  "Apollo!  Get back here!"  Apollo is the mean dog who lives down the street.  Sometimes he breaks free and runs at me and that is very scary.  I am not youshulee afraid of other dogs, but Apollo is different.  He has gotten in fights with other dogs.  He growls.  He has a funny look in his eyes.  Mummy says it is not Apollo's fault that he is mean because maybe someone is mean to him.  I have seen the little boy who lives in Apollo's house.  He runs around the neighborhood (sometimes through our yard) screaming and yelling and playing with toy guns.  One time he threw a snowball at our door.  So I think maybe Mummy is right and that Apollo is mean because he has to live with mean things.  

Tonight I went for a walk with Mummy and Deddy, and as we headed down the street I saw Apollo coming towards us.  "Uh-oh," I thought.  But this time he was on a leash and he was with the nice man who lives on the corner. I crouched down and hid in the grass (Mummy says this does not work and that everyone can still see me, but I'd like to believe I am well hidden among the reeds).  Anyway, Mummy started talking to the nice man who lives on the corner and it turns out that he is now Apollo's owner.  I found this very odd, because the nice man who lives on the corner is actually Apollo's neighbor.  So Apollo's neighbor adopted him?  Hmmm.  I remained hidden in the grass, listening to this story unfold, but all the while, I was noticing Apollo's tail wagging.  I don't think I had ever seen that before.  

I am a smart little terrier, but sometimes there are things I don't understand (at least that's what Mummy says).  The nice man said Apollo's owners were going to put him to sleep.  He said Apollo is only 6 (which is younger than me).  He said Apollo will not break free and run at me anymore.  He said Apollo will be happy now.  And you know what?  I think I believe him.  Because I decided to come out of my hiding spot in the grass.  And Apollo wagged his tail when he saw me, and he sniffed my nose.  I said, "Okay, Apollo, if you promise not to eat me I think we can be friends."  I am glad Apollo has a new life.  I like having lots of friends, and now I don't have to worry about passing by his house anymore!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Can't Share a Goldfish Pellet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/159668</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 May 2006 05:50:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we went to Gramma and Grampa O's house for a barby-q.  I got to see my crazy cousin Peewee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we went to Gramma and Grampa O's house for a barby-q.  I got to see my crazy cousin Peewee and JB, too.  We had hot dogs and hamburgers and hot dogs and potato salad and corn and hot dogs and sody pop and snacks and hot dogs.  Did I mention we had hot dogs?  Anyway, for some unknown reason, Gramma O took out a bag of kibble and tried to feed us dogs dinner after we had already had lots of hot dog pieces from Grampa O.  Mummy got a little nervous because she knows how I am around food, especially if it's in a dog dish and there are other dogs around.  The dog food kibble that Gramma O was feeding us was about the size of goldfish pellets.  Have you ever seen those?  They look like little brown, square peas.  Anyway, I don't know what happened.  I must have blacked out and the scary monster inside of me took over, because a piece of goldfish pellet kibble dropped on the ground.  I went to eat it and so did my crazy cousin PeeWee.  For a moment we were just snoot to snoot, yelling at each other with snarling gums:  YIPE-YIPE-YIPE-YIPE-YIPE-SNARL-YIPE!!!  It was actually like we were yelling at each other over that one piece of goldfish pellet sized kibble.  Mummy said this wasn't the worst part.  The worst part (according to her, since I blacked out and changed into my evil self) was that Gramma O started SCREAMING.  "OH MY GOD, THEY'RE BITING EACH OTHER!  AAAHHH!  STOP IT STOP IT!!!!"  Mummy said she must have mistaken our high-pitched yelping for biting.  That made us freak out even more.  Mummy grabbed cousin PeeWee and I snapped out of my rage ("What happened?  Where am I?").   Deddy and Uncle Jason came running from around the corner, wondering what was wrong.  Mummy showed Deddy the kibble piece we were fighting over.  He shrugged.  "Well, he's right, you can't really share that,"  Deddy said about my behavior.  Mummy said he shouldn't encourage me.  Sometimes only Deddy understands me.  It  must be a guy thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Husky in the Palace</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/156066</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 May 2006 17:59:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Over the weekend, Aunty Michele visited with her new boyfriend Joe.  Joe brought his dog, a husky wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Over the weekend, Aunty Michele visited with her new boyfriend Joe.  Joe brought his dog, a husky who was a Nazi.  WAIT I got that wrong, Mummy says that the husky was NOT a Nazi, but that her name was NAZ.  Okay, got it, Mummy.  Naz was a little scary if you ask me.  She was kinda big but skinny and had hipNOTik blue eyes.  As soon as she walked in the door she ran all over the place and jumped on my sofa and went upstairs and ran in the bedroom and I thought WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU HUSKY but then she settled down a little and she seemed kinda cool.  Before I knew it she had wandered into the kitchen when no one was looking.  Later on, Mummy discovered she had pooped on our kitchen floor!!  Mummy wondered where I was when Naz did this.  "I'm sure he was watching," Deddy said.  But the question everyone asks is:  What was I thinking while she was pooping in the kitchen?  Was I thinking, "Uhhhh...I don't think you should be doing that..."  or was I thinking, "Yeah, do it!  POOP!"  I'll never tell.

Naz liked my toys.  A LOT.  And I thought maybe I could play with her.  I tried very hard to share but I just couldn't do it.  The two of us had a little tiff and there was snarling and growling and all everyone saw was a mess of dog bodies rolling around.  "Poor Milo!"  Mummy said, dragging me away from the carnage.  "Did Naz nip you?"  She lifted me up to see if I was okay, and that's when she saw a tuft of Naz's hair sticking out of my mouth.  "Milo, WHAT is THAT?"  She put me down, disgusted, since I had just revealed my guilt.  "Wait, Mummy, I think I did get nipped..." I trotted after her, trying to explain myself.  "I mean, my heiney is a little sore...I think maybe that was my own hair in my mouth..."  She didn't buy it.  Naz had to go on a leash after that and we had to sit on opposite sides of the room.  Perhaps I will feel vindicated if someone lets me go over to HER palace and poop on HER kitchen floor.  Hmph.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Unfortunate ChewChew Event</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/152691</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 May 2006 20:24:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have many obsesshuns in my life, but one of my favorites happens to be CHEW-CHEWS.  Menshun the wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have many obsesshuns in my life, but one of my favorites happens to be CHEW-CHEWS.  Menshun the word to me and you will see my little triangle shaped ears perk up with glee.  "Do you want a CHEW CHEW?' Mummy will ask, and I will do my little dance of happiness until she pulls out my favorite rawhide treats.  Mummy has a Chew Chew bank in our palace.  There is a neverending supply in our closet, and I often dream at night about being tall enough to reach it.  But once in a blue moon, something goes...wrong.  Something about the Chew Chew becomes...evil.  If you scroll back many, many months in my diary, you will find a story about my BAGEL RAGE.  Bagel Rage happened to me only twice in my life.  Mummy gave me one of those big, chunky, rawhide bagels, and something inside my little head snapped.  I couldn't stop thinking about my bagel and carried it all over the house with me, growling at anyone who tried to touch it.  All I could think about was MY BAGEL.  One day the bagel disappeared, and I don't know if Mummy had something to do with that, but I must admit I'm glad it's gone.  Anyway, I did have an unfortunate Chew-Chew event last night.  I don't remember much about it,  but I will try my best to recall the details for you.  I remember going to the Panic Room, and finding a ChewChew nub under there that smelled particularly yummy.  I love saving Chew-Chew nubs and stashing them all over the house.  There is nothing better than finding a Chew-Chew nub in some dusty, smelly corner and making it my own again.  So as Mummy and Deddy fell asleep, I sat on the bed and gnawed on my Chew-Chew nub.  Mummy turned the TV off, and I glared at her in the dark with the Chew-Chew nub in my mouth.  Mummy thought it was kind of strange that I looked at her like that.  I disappeared into the Panic Room and Mummy and Deddy fell asleep.  A few hours later, Mummy woke up and found me next to her again.  She reached over to hug me and noticed that the Chew-Chew nub was locked firmly in my jaws, yet I was fast asleep.  Mummy said she chuckled at first, kind of confused, but went back to sleep.  She must have been unsettled by this, because she woke up again an hour later.  I was in a different position, and when Mummy reached over to touch me, she was shocked to find the Chew-Chew nub still locked in my mouth.  At this point Mummy was beginning to think the ChewChew nub was stuck.  Did it get lodged in my mouth somehow?  Was it stuck to my teeth?  So she reached over to pull it but it was not budging.  She gave it another tug in the dark and I let out a growl at her.  That Chew Chew nub was not going anywhere!  Mummy said she was "really freaked out" and could not go back to sleep.  She said a stream of questions started flooding through her mind:  "Is the ChewChew stuck in his mouth?  Wouldn't he be crying if it was?  How is he able to sleep with that thing locked in his jaws like that?  Wouldn't it fall out if he fell asleep?  Doesn't his mouth hurt by now?  Will I have to call out sick from school tomorrow to take him to the vet?  Will they have to knock him out to pull that thing out of his mouth?  Has he gone MAD????"  I'll admit, the Chew Chew was NOT stuck.  I was indeed protecting it with my magical locking jaws.  Imagine one of those dinner time pigs with an apple in its mouth.  That was me, except the Chew Chew nub was about the size of an extra large egg.  I can't explain it.  I don't know why that ChewChew nub had become my whole existence at that moment.  I don't know why I growled at Mummy.  Call it posseshun, call it insanity, call it a repeat of bagel rage- I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!  In the morning, Mummy woke up to find me staring at her.  I had dropped the ChewChew nub in front of her.  Was I saying, "I dare you to take it?' or was I saying, "Please, help me, Mummy, release me from this ChewChew torchur!!"  Mummy got out of bed, ignoring me, I guess, and went downstairs to have her cereal.  She called me when she was done like she always does:  "Milo!  Come get your milk!"  I ran downstairs and into the kitchen to drink the leftover cereal milk that Mummy had left for me.  I think I vaguely heard a thump-thump-thump of feet running up the stairs as I drank, but I couldn't be certain.  Anyway, we went out for a walk and came back inside, and by that time, I had forgotten about the evil ChewChew nub.  Deddy was just waking up.  Mummy said goodbye to us both and headed to school.  What was that big bulgy thing in her pocket, I thought?  Hmmm.  No matter.  I curled up and went back to sleep in the bed because it was still warm.  

Perhaps we will never know the real reason behind this strange tale.  Was my ChewChew obsesshun the result of something that happened in my past?  Was I repressing memories of stolen food from the puppy mill or bad pet store place where I came from?  Was the ChewChew possessed by an evil force?  Was I just playing a rood and selfish game?  Or am I just a "weird little dog" like Deddy says?  Even I don't know the answer.  Although I think I can safely say that Deddy was wrong.  But any of the other theories could be correct.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And Milo Gets the Ball!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/152208</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 May 2006 16:17:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was not so sunny, and the weather was just right, so I decided to walk with Mummy and not give ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was not so sunny, and the weather was just right, so I decided to walk with Mummy and not give her a hard time.  When we got to the meadow, I saw one of my new puppy friends, an Irish Setter whose name escapes me.  I don't know if I've ever told you, but I like puppies.  I am sometimes a bit crabby with other dogs, but puppies I don't mind SO MUCH.  Anyway, this Irish Setter puppy was playing with two little people.  Mummy said they looked like third gray-ters.  One of the third gray-ters asked a lot of questions about me:  "HOW OLD IS HE?  WHAT'S HIS NAME? I THINK HE LIKES THAT OTHER DOG.  HOW OLD IS HE IN DOG YEARS?  HOW DO THEY KNOW THAT DOGS ARE OLDER THAN WE ARE?"  Mummy is a teacher so she tried to explain that to him, but he kept saying, "Yeah but HOW do they know that?  HOW?"  Everything was going very nicely.  I was playing with the Irish Setter, the little boy person was asking a millyun questions about me and my Irish Setter gal pal ("DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?  I THINK THEY ARE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND DOGS.")  And that's when it happened.  The other little boy person took out a ball.  And he threw it.  And my eyes went BOING and I chased after that ball.  And my gal pal Irish Setter chased after that ball.  But she was younger than me and I was KING and this was MY BALL so I went "GrrrrRRRRRRAAARRRRRRRrrrrrrr!" at her.  And all in one instant, the little boy person and his Irish Setter decided to leave.  And the little boy person who asked a millyun questions said, "I DON'T THINK THEY ARE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE.  I THINK THEY JUST BROKE UP."  And then he was gone, and I thought, "Hey, where did everybody go?  I've got the ball!"  Mummy just shook her head.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Milo Tree</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/151505</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 May 2006 17:28:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was a blustery day, so Mummy took full advantij of this.  &quot;MILO!&quot; she called, &quot;It's windy out! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was a blustery day, so Mummy took full advantij of this.  "MILO!" she called, "It's windy out!  Time for your hair brushing!!"  So I ran downstairs and joined Mummy on the patio.  She had spread out a beach towel and let me lay on it while she brushed me with the hand mitt.  My hair blew all around me in little white puffs.  "Look at it, Mummy!  Isn't it beautiful?" I said, "Like little seedlings in the wind!"  It was a glorious sight.  Now I wonder if my puffs of hair will land somewhere and grow a Milo tree?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time to Say Goodbye Now</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/150822</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 May 2006 17:16:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sigh.  Sometimes life is very confoosing.  I know God needs lots of little angel doggies around him. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sigh.  Sometimes life is very confoosing.  I know God needs lots of little angel doggies around him.  He must have needed a dalmashun angel because my dalmashun friend Mambo is in Heaven now.  Mummy says I won't see Mambo anymore, and that we probably won't see his mommy on our walks much.  I will miss my friend Mambo.  He had conjessif hart falyoor.  He was only nine.  So Mummy says I need to say goodbye to Mambo.  I am good at writing so  I will write Mambo a letter and send it to the Rainbow Bridge.  Here is my ruff draft:

Dear Mambo,
I will miss you.  You were a good friend cause you never tried to bite me and you let me run around you in circles.  You came from a bad place just like me and you got a nice new home like me, too.  I am glad you had a good life and I hope you have fun being an angel with wings like a birdie.  Goodbye, big Mambo.  Be good in Heaven.
Luv, 
Your friend,
Little King Milo]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Milopillar Doesn't Like Milo Burritos</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/150815</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 May 2006 17:06:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says that walking me is like walking a snail.  RIDICULOUS!  Snails don't even have any legs.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says that walking me is like walking a snail.  RIDICULOUS!  Snails don't even have any legs.  When I menshuned this to Mummy she said, "Well, maybe a caterpillar then.  Caterpillars move very slowly, and they stop a lot.  And they only move faster if they feel threatened."  Hmmm.  She does have a point.  But in my own defense, I must say that I had a very tuff week.  I told you about my ear infekshun, right?  Well, it hasn't gotten much better.  Mummy and Deddy are still giving me those awful ear drops.  Do you know how they do it now?  They wrap me in a blankie, like a giant Milo burrito, so I can't move my arms and leggies, and then they drip that smelly stuff in my ear!  They are scarring me for life, I tell you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To:  Little King Milo c/o The Panic Room</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/150156</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 May 2006 17:21:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't have much time.  Mummy is busy watching the American Idull show, but I know she will be back ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't have much time.  Mummy is busy watching the American Idull show, but I know she will be back any minute to torcher me.  You see, I have an ear infekshun.  This happens to me every now and then.  Mummy says its because I won't stop sticking my foot in it, but I don't think that has anything to do with it.  Mummy tried to hold me down and put drops in my ears this afternoon, but I am happy to say that I prevented her from akomplishing this and quickly ran to the Panic Room for safety.  I kicked her and pushed her and bit the ear drop bottle.  I cried and squirmed and squiggled till I was free.  I don't see how dripping icky smelling stuff in my ears is going to make them feel better!  Let's be real here, Mummy.

Anyway, I am risking this moment of freedom from the Panic Room to tell you about the sekind pakij that arrived in the mail for me.  It was from our friends, Vicki, Bailey, and Frog.  They sent me a little wooden box with my FACE on it!!!  I was so excited to see myself on something like that, I couldn't stop smelling it!  Then I thought, Hmm, what can we put in it, Mummy?  Will my crown fit in there?  I think it is the perfect size for a little king's crown.  Thank you, Bailey, Vicki, and Frog!  Don't I have the best friends?  If you want to read alll about them you can visit Bailey's Blog here:  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.baywee.blogspot.com/">BayweesThots</a>

Uh-oh, I think I hear Mummy coming (although I could be wrong- Mummy says the ear infekshuns might be making me deaf, but I refoos to believe THAT).  If anyone needs me, I will be in the Panic Room.  I will probably be there for the next day or two, so if anyone wants to send me any more pakijs, just make sure you address them in care of the Panic Room.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Silly Mummy, Walks are for MILO</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/149158</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 08:27:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy and I have been doing lots of walking lately.  Sometimes I cooperate and sometimes I don't.  E ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy and I have been doing lots of walking lately.  Sometimes I cooperate and sometimes I don't.  Eh, you know how it is.  Mummy wants to go one way, I want to go the other...Mummy wants to walk faster, I want to sit down and roll in the grass...Mummy ends up carrying me home.  

We saw one of our neighbor's this morning and he was washing some chairs on his front lawn.  I stopped to stare at him (Mummy says this is rood but I don't know why).   On the way back from our walk he called out, "Boy, that was a short one!"  Mummy laughed and called back. "Yup, the older he gets, the less he walks."  I frowned at that neighbor.  What are you, mister, the walk poh-lees?  Do you know what it's like to walk this low to the ground with the sun beating down on your back while ticks are jumping on you left and right?  No, I didn't think so.  So I'd just put that stop watch away if I were you.  If it were up to me, you'd be banished from this kingdom just for making a comment like that!

On yesterday's walk, Mummy and I ran into a little old lady person pushing a little baby person in a carriage.  Okay, he was kinda cute, I guess.  But he didn't have any hair and he kept pointing at me (and Mummy says I'M rood?!).  Mummy stopped to talk to them and asked the little baby person's name.  Mummy tried to get me to come closer so the little baby person (his name was RAHburt.  What kind of a name is that?) could pet me.  I said no way, and I didn't want Mummy getting any ideas in her head about little baby persons, so I akchualee grabbed the leash with my teeth and tried to pull Mummy away.  She ignored me at first, but I kept walked back and forth with the leash in my mouth, trying to lure Mummy away.  Evenchuallee, it worked.  Phew!  That was a close one!  Sometimes you just hafta know when to take control of these sitchuashuns.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo Knows Love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/146674</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Apr 2006 19:35:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me tell ya about love.  I know love.  Love is that feeling I get when I see my darling Princess  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell ya about love.  I know love.  Love is that feeling I get when I see my darling Princess Shiny Penny Yuki waving at me from across the street.  Love is that feeling I get when she snarls at me and snaps at my little behind.  Love is Mummy and Deddy.  Mummy loves me so much.  Tonight while we were walking through the woods, she was watching my little body.  She noticed the broken glass on the bike path and pulled me out of the way.  I stopped to smell some weeds and Mummy saw a tick jump onto my nose.  A tick!  It was the size of a pin head!  Mummy squealed and ran over to me, plucking it from my snoot.  That's love.  We kept walking and she noticed another tick on the back of my leg (I'm white, you see, so these things tend to stand out, at least to Mummy).  She plucked it off with her bare hands.  Mummy knows every spot on my body and can pick out the ones that are not supposed to be there.  That's love.  Just gets me all choked up inside!  Gulp.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Pakij Arrived!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/146421</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Apr 2006 07:33:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got a pakij in the mail yesterday. It was akchully addressed to me and everything.  It was from my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a pakij in the mail yesterday. It was akchully addressed to me and everything.  It was from my friend Bee.  You can see her page here:  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=156185&j=t">SeeBee!</a>              Bee lives in New York City and she goes to cool places like The HAMtunz and AwsTRALEya.  Anyway, Bee's mom buys bracelets from Mummy, and I guess she likes them and the Herry Pohter ones that Mummy makes for her,  because she sent me this cool book called 97 WAYS TO MAKE YOUR DOG SMILE.  I am going to make sure Mummy reads it cover to cover.  Here is an example from the book.  Do you have a pen?  Because I think you should write this down:  "Dry off a damp dog with a towel fresh from the dryer.  A warm rubdown is toasty good fun!"  And I recommend going a step further by letting your dog sleep in the pile of sheets or towels that come out of the dryer.  Mummy will also let me sometimes sleep on Deddy's warm underwear when it comes out of the dryer, but only when Deddy is not home.

It has been raining for the past two days so I am on Poopy Protest again.  Mummy says she doesn't understand why a dog who likes to swim is afraid of the rain.  I am not afraid, Mummy, by no means.  But you really can't compare rain and swimming.  And I don't poop while I swim, Mummy (although the thought is intriguing), so I'm not even sure where you're going with that.

I never posted the Easter update, so here it is:  The Easter Bunny came and went.  He left plastic eggs filled with treats all over the house (see the picture above?  Deddy says it looks like I am throwing up behind the sofa pillow, but I am really looking for eggs).  I don't understand why the bunny only does this on one day and why he only leaves a few eggs.  I still look for eggs every now and then because I am hoping that maybe he returned, but no luck yet.  I'm not sure if I like the idea of a rabbit being in our palace, but I guess if he is leaving me treat-filled eggs, it's okay, I can make an eksepshun.

After the egg hunt we went to Gramma and Grampa O's and I got to see crazy cousin Peewee and JB.  Peewee bothers his sister JB so much that he will akchully go up to her and chew at the whiskers on the side of her face.  It's all very odd.  Deddy thinks PeeWee does that so that JB loses her whiskers and can't sense him sneaking up behind her anymore.  I think he is just weird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Woe is Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/143259</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Apr 2006 12:21:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Deddy says it must be wonderful to be me because I don't have to worry about anything (he also said  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Deddy says it must be wonderful to be me because I don't have to worry about anything (he also said it's great that I don't have to wear clothes).  Well, this is parshully true.  It is great being me, but it's certainly not easy.  As I've said before, it's kind of hard to be so ridiculously good looking.  And I DO too worry about stuff!  I worry that when Mummy goes from the living room to the kitchen that she is never going to come back, so I follow her in there just to make sure she won't leave me.  And I worry about my sheet-zoo friend Gizmo, who I haven't seen since his dad said he wasn't feeling well (Gizmo ate a greenie and was having tummy akes- Mummy warned Gizmo's dad about those things!).  I worry about my dalmashun friend Mambo, who has conjessif hart failure and will be going to the rainbow bridge soon.  Mambo is younger than I am. Does that mean my hart can get conjesif too?  I worry that Deddy is going to sneak up and put drops in my ears when I am not looking.  I worry that Mummy will forget to give me leftover cereal milk in the morning (well, not really, she never forgets stuff like that- Deddy might, but not Mummy).  I worry that Mummy will someday have a little baby person (DON'T DO IT MUMMY I AM BEGGING YOU) and then my life will be doomed just like my ex-girlfriend Emma's.  Hmm, let's see, what else do I worry about?  I worry about pooping in the rain and thunderstorms and the sizzling noise that the deep fryer makes.  And I do have a small worry that we will run out of dog biscuits, but I think that's unfounded.  (See, I know some big words too.)  So there you go, oh Deddy of mine.  It's not easy being me.  And I know I might have made some of you sad by talking about the hardships of my life, and for that I am sorry. But I needed the truth to be told, so please dry your tears and don't cry for me.  Now if you'll excuse me, I must go take a nap on Mummy and Deddy's king size bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cool Walks with Mummy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/142953</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 16:08:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was raining today, so I didn't go for a long walk with Mummy.  Strangely enough, I hate the rain, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was raining today, so I didn't go for a long walk with Mummy.  Strangely enough, I hate the rain, even though I love swimming and tubbies.  Just another one of my quirks, as Gramma O says.  Anyway, I akchualee missed walking today.  Interesting things always happen on my walks with Mummy.  Like one time a giant Hershey Kiss mobile drove past us.  Seriously!  Giant Hershey Kisses on wheels!  Mummy said it must have come from the Hershey factory, which is a couple of hours away from us.  And another time a car drove by and some kids MOONED us.  I didn't know what mooning was until I saw someone's bare butt winking at us.  Mummy was very annoyed.  I guess because it was only 11:00 in the morning, way too early for the moon to come out.  Another time we saw Donald Trump's hellykopter fly over us (his golf course is in our town).  I wanted to yell, "You're fired!" because I'm such a smart dog and sometimes watch his show with Mummy and Deddy.  I also know that he is the one guy who can get the Milo dolly into produkshun and make us lots of moo-la!  

Yesterday's walk was not as interesting as any of these times.  But I did see some cool sights.  But just keep in mind that these are things that are cool to ME, little King Milo, and might be quite boring to you, but I don't want to hear about it because this entry is all about me anyway.

COOL THINGS I SAW ON MY WALK:
-one Edy's ice cream carton, semi-empty but covered in ants.  YUM!  Ants n' cream!  Nuthin' better.
-one apple core.  At least I did not think this one was a tennis ball.  Mummy said, DON'T EAT THAT, so I didn't
-one small daschund dog, wearing a vest.  Didn't catch his name, but he was an okay little dude.
-fat squirrel in the woods, chased him up a tree.

I am so easy to please, see that? Someone needs to remind Mummy of that so she can stop telling me how ROOD I am all the time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rushing Greatness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/141625</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 10:18:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/141625</guid>
		<description>You can't rush greatness, you know.  I tell this to Mummy all the time as she takes me for walks and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You can't rush greatness, you know.  I tell this to Mummy all the time as she takes me for walks and DEMANDS that I go poopy.  I tell this to Deddy when he asks me why I didn't finish my dinner.  And I tell this to my toys as they plead for me to end it all and stop slowly tearing out their insides.  Mummy says we have nothing to write about lately because I have been ROOD as yooshooal and refoose to go for walks in the kingdom.  I keep rooting myself and this makes Mummy a little upset.  The other day I sat down near the little people daycare center.  Mummy tugged and tugged at me, but I said, "Hey, look, I feel like just watching them go down the slide for a while.  You go on ahead without me, Mummy."  And then when Deddy comes home, Mummy says, "Your son refoosed to walk again today."  Hmph!  

Mummy has branched out again.  Since she is home for Spring Break (which basikully means she keeps me from napping and is here ALL DAY) she has been making her jewelry and putting more photos of me on the internet.  If you want to see some new pictures of us and other stuff in Mummy's life, check out this link to our Flickr site:   <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/charmingmilo/">MoreofMilo</a>

In other news, our good friend Chloe has been chosen as Dogster's Daily Diary.  Good for you, Chloe!  We are so proud to be your pals!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Cool Combing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/137677</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Apr 2006 13:17:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/137677</guid>
		<description>Let me tell you how cool I am.  (Just in case you didn't already know, I mean.)  Deddy was upstairs  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell you how cool I am.  (Just in case you didn't already know, I mean.)  Deddy was upstairs cleaning out some of his old things and he found this comb that looked like a switchblade.  Mummy thought it was funny that he had one of those.  I thought maybe it was a toy, so I came over to check things out.  Deddy flipped it around jokingly and tried to comb Mummy's hair with it, but she said "Ew, get that old dirty thing away from me.  Go comb Milo's hair with it."  So I said, sure, why not?  Deddy sat down next to me and proceeded to comb my fur with his mini switchblade comb.  Mummy was laughing so hard (what's so funny? I wanted to say).  She said she had never seen me sit so still for a hair brushing before.  Of course not, Mummy, because YOU never attempted to brush my hair with a COOL brush before such as one that looks like a gang member's switchblade.  I told you I was a rebel.  I am so cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Little Rebel King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/137350</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 15:42:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/137350</guid>
		<description>Mummy says I had a &quot;deth wish&quot;  today.  I do not know what this means but I can tell you why she sai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I had a "deth wish"  today.  I do not know what this means but I can tell you why she said it.  We took a ride to Gramma Z's house today to drop off some bracelets and I saw my dumb Uncle Budday and 
freak-a-do cousin Ralph.  We got so wild in the yard that our leashes and runners got tangled together.  Mummy said we were lucky that one of us didn't get CHOKED TO DETH (she said this very loudly so I remember).  Then when we got home we went for a walk and as we headed down the bike path, I saw her...my darling shining Princess Yuki!  She had her little red harness on and she started waving at me, so I ran to meet her.  When I reached her I did my sprinting in circles and I almost darted into traffic.  Mummy said Yuki would not have liked me if I was a pancake and that I need to BE CAREFUL OF THE CARS (she said this very loudly, too, so I remember).  After dinner Mummy was eating one of those REEsis peanut butter eggs and I soooo wanted it.  Mummy looked at me and said, "Are you begging for chocolate?  Dogs can't eat chocolate!  It will kill you!  What do you have, a deth wish or something today, Milo?"  So there you go.  I don't know what a deth wish is.  But Mummy said I had one today.  I like to live life on the edge.  Maybe it has something to do with that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's All About Lil' Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/136569</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 18:09:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy told me a funny story today.  And she really did tell me this story, out loud, when no one els ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy told me a funny story today.  And she really did tell me this story, out loud, when no one else was around.  My ear is infektid so I have not been feeling well lately, so Mummy will sometimes sit and talk to me and tell me stories to make me feel better.  She told me that she liked my website so much, that she decided to make a "blog" of her own on another site.  She said it was a blog for people and that she was excited to write her OWN blog.  "I didn't want to make this blog all about you, Milo," she said (well what's the point, then?  I don't get it!).  Anyway, Mummy said she wrote two blog entries on this site and waited to see if people commented.  She added some photos of her bracelets and of ME and some of that Hawaii place.  After a few days, she finally got a comment on one of her blog pages from someone who had read it.  She was so excited to see what someone thought of her words. The comment said:  "Your pictures of Milo are so cute!  We can't wait to see more of him!"  Mummy said:  "Argh!  No one wants to hear from ME- they only want to know about YOU, Milo!"  I can't help it if I'm ridiculously good looking, Mummy.  I just have that effect on people, you know.  

Have you all seen my beautiful friend, Bee?  Mummy made her a fancy schmancy dog necklace and I think she looks so PERTY!  Here is her page:
http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=156185&j=t]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dear Emma, Get out while you can!  Luv, Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134861</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 14:59:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134861</guid>
		<description>Deddy did not like my last diary entry.  He said it was too hard to read and there was too much stuf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Deddy did not like my last diary entry.  He said it was too hard to read and there was too much stuff going on in it.  And to him I say:  FINE!  That's the last time I let YOU have a look inside my BRAIN!  Yes, there was a lot going on in there- that was the point!  Geez.  He just didn't get it.  Deddy doesn't do much reading anyway.  He's like, angry at words or something.

How do you write a kon-doe-lenss letter?  I need to send one to my ex-girlfriend Emma.  Remember how I told you she was moving out of the kingdom and that her mom was getting a new house?  Well now I found out that Emma's mom is going to have a little baby person, too!  So Emma's life is basically over.  So I want to tell her I'm sorry that they are going ot put her on the back burner.

I saw a man sweeping out his garage today on our daily walk.  We don't have a garage in our palace, so I am somewhat fascinated by them.  The man was kind of loud and when he asked my name, Mummy told him.  He shouted, HEY!  MILO!  HOW YA' DOIN?  I got so excited by his loud voice and I ran over to him.  He thought I was going to say hello to him but I ran right past him and headed for his garage.  Mummy apologized, once again, for my rood behavior.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Inside the Mind o' Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134448</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 14:16:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134448</guid>
		<description>If you are reading my Dogster diary entry today, then you are in luck!  Because Mummy always asks me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you are reading my Dogster diary entry today, then you are in luck!  Because Mummy always asks me the same question:  "What is going on inside that little head of yours?"  Well, today I am going to allow you to PEEK inside my BRAIN and SEE what it's like in there!  This is a rare oppoortoonitee to see inside the mind of Milo.  

Let's take today for an example.  Mummy called me down for my afternoon walk, so out the door we went.  There were some little people playing in the meadow.  The sun was shining.  And here is what my brain was saying.  If at any time Mummy interrupted my brain thoughts, you will know because I wrote her words in lowercase letters: 

HEY MUMMY IT'S REALLY NICE OUTSIDE TODAY  OOH LOOK THERE ARE LITTLE PEOPLE IN THE MEADOW DO YOU THINK I CAN PLAY WITH THEM -C'mon, Milo, let's go poopy- POOPY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GOING POOPY, WELL, FINE LET'S WALK THEN HEY LOOK, THERE ARE LITTLE PEOPLE IN THE MEADOW DO THEY HAVE A BALL  ARE THEY PLAYING -Milo, let's go! - GO, WALK, I AM SUPPOSED TO BE WALKING.  HEY WHAT ARE THEY PLAYING WITH IS IT A FOOTBALL - Milo, come on - COME ON WALKING NOW, LET'S GO, MUMMY TRY TO KEEP UP WOULD YOU HEY I WONDER WHAT'S FOR DINNER  OOPS THERE'S MEAN APOLLO'S HOUSE I'D BETTER RUN HEY WHAT'S THAT ON THE GROUND IT  SMELLS GOOD MMM  -Milo don't eat that! - WHY NOT SMELLED GOOD TO ME HEY LOOK THERE ARE LITTLE PEOPLE IN THE MEADOW I WANT TO WATCH THEM PLAY  THAT'S A BALL THEY HAVE A BALL MUMMY I'M HUNGRY DO YOU HAVE ANY TREATS  LET'S STOP HERE I'M TIRED THAT'S A NICE CAR DRIVING BY LOOK AT THE BIRDS FLYING OOH PRETTY I WANT TO EAT THEM  HEY LOOK THERE ARE LITTLE PEOPLE IN THE MEADOW...

So there you have it.  As you can see, I've got a lot going on in there.  That might account for my rood behavior sometimes and my spoh-rat-ik bad spelling.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Lil' U-Turn</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134080</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 14:13:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/134080</guid>
		<description>My friend Chloe told me that my page was listed as ACTIVE under the Doggy Diary Central on Dogster t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend Chloe told me that my page was listed as ACTIVE under the Doggy Diary Central on Dogster today.  I was very excited about that!  Everyone knows that I love attenshun of all kinds.  Well, except maybe when it's TOO much attenshun, like from my crazy cousin PeeWee.  But other than that, I love it.  Mummy says that ACTIVE is the wrong word to describe me today.  Mummy tried taking me for our usual afternoon walk, but when I got to the corner past the little people daycare center, I made a complete u-turn, actually passed Mummy, and headed back the way we came (I walk on one of those extender leash things, so I can lead the way).  She said this was very funny because I usually stop and root myself, or ponder whether to go forward or backward, but this time I just u-turned it, without even hesitating.  As soon as I reached the corner, I turned back, as if the sidewalk had come to an end and there was a little doggy off-ramp leading me back home.  

I was up all night with an ear infekshun.  This happens to me every year.  I already lost a tooth and I do not want to lose an EAR too, so I guess I will have to let Mummy put those icky drops in my ears sooner or later.  I kept jumping on and off the bed last night, shaking my head and making little grunting noises.  Mummy got up in the dark and tried to help me, but Deddy just kept right on sleepin'.  Mummy says this is no different than having a little baby person thing in the house and that they get up during the night like me, and that most deddies just keep right on sleepin' then, too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Birth of Snaggletooth</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/132900</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Mar 2006 12:37:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/132900</guid>
		<description>Yesterday Mummy received a magazine in the mail and it had my name on it.  I know how to read my nam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mummy received a magazine in the mail and it had my name on it.  I know how to read my name and I saw it really clearly right on the back cover:  TO MILO Z.  It was a magazine about legos.  Do you know what legos are?  I like to try to eat them, but Mummy says you are supposed to build with them.  She saw an ad to get this magazine for free, but you had to have a child to get it, so Mummy signed me up as her little boy!  So now I have my very own lego magazine delivered right to my kingdom doorstep!

You will never believe this, but my toof came out!  I don't know what happened or where it went.  All I know is, Deddy was looking in my mouth and noticed my FRONT toof was missing!  It's a misteree.  So now Mummy has been calling me "Snaggletooth."  But she says I am still handsome!  Can I still be a little king if I am missing a front toof?  

Aunt Laura made a painting of me.  She makes paintings of crazy PeeWee sometimes too.  I guess he is good inspirashun.  She is really talented and I am honored that she painted me.  I think she should be faymis.  Here is a link to her website if you want to see her work.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.laurasdogboneart.com/">Lauras DogBone Art</a>
Now if only she could make a Milo dolly!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Donuts and Holy Water for Everyone!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/131113</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:20:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/131113</guid>
		<description>Mummy is making donuts in her Donut Bites machine.  It is an old machine, she says, but it still wor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is making donuts in her Donut Bites machine.  It is an old machine, she says, but it still works and it still makes really good donuts (I couldn't agree more, Mummy!).  Would you like to join us for some hot donuts and milk?  Wait, um, what I meant was, you can join us, but you have to bring your own donuts because I really don't like to share.  And maybe you should bring your own milk, too.

And since we are all sitting around having donuts together, I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone of what a good boy I am.  Mummy was at Gramma and Grampa Z's house yesterday.  Aunty Michele frakchurd her ankle, so Mummy went over there to give her an angel bracelet (I think she needs it) and cheer her up.  I was not allowed to go because Mummy says I don't know how to behave myself when I am around my cousin Ralph and my dopey Uncle Budday.  Whatever.  Anyway, Mummy told me that while she was there, the following things happened:  Ralph went peepee on the carpet and Mummy axuhdentully kneeled in it, Budday jumped up on the kitchen chair and sat at the table (he's a rechreever!  Do you know how BIG a rechreever is to be sitting at a kitchen chair?), and Cousin Ralph POOPED in the living room!  Oh my GOD!  And that's not the worst of it.  After the poop, Aunty Michele told everyone that Ralph ATE a bottle of holy water that was in her bedroom.  Actually drank the holy water and ate the bottle too!  And everyone yelled at ME when I ate the potato chip off of Sister Anita's plate?  Geez!  Well now I have one question:  if Ralph ate a bottle of holy water, does that mean he can poop anywhere he wants to now?  Is his poopy holy?  And if that's the case, do we have any holy water in our house, Mummy?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Preepairing for Summer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/129946</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 15:04:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is preparing for the summer like she's preparing for the birth of a baby.  She is buying new c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is preparing for the summer like she's preparing for the birth of a baby.  She is buying new clothes and cleaning up the house, making plans and counting the days on the calendar.  I guess that's how it is for those teacher people.  I tried to prepare myself for the summer today by taking a looong walk with Mummy on the bike path.  We had summery weather today, so it was good preperashun for the months ahead.  We saw lots of interesting people and dogs on our walk today, too, and I was very happy to be out on the town!  I think I am a very good listener, so I will give you all the gossip of the kingdom:  We saw my weimeraner friend Link who got Mummy's pants all muddy.  He dropped out of ohbeedeeins school because the other dogs were mean to him.  Or at least that's what his mom said.  Then we met another little dog named Bubbles.  She was some kind of weird terrier mix, and when she first came near us, I thought, OH MY GOD!  SHE ONLY HAS ONE EYE!  And I was so excited that I was going to get to tell all of my Dogster friends that I met a ONE-EYED terrier!  But then when she came closer I realized she had a lot of hair and it was just covering one eye.  Oh well.  It WOULD have made a good story.  Then we ran into Mambo, the lazy doll-mayshun who lives near my ex-girlfriend Emma.  His mom was upset because some of the neighbors had a messy backyard and did not close their blinds when they were having "private moments," whatever that means.  This walk was so full of excitement and gossip that I actually made TWO poopies!  In one walk!  Mummy thinks I did this just to make Deddy proud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't Fence Me In</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/129608</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 14:17:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/129608</guid>
		<description>Spring arrived today!  I don't know what took it so long to get here, but we have been waiting and w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spring arrived today!  I don't know what took it so long to get here, but we have been waiting and waiting, and finally the warmer weather is here.  That, of course, means my walks are a little more tiresome (with the weather being warmer and all), so I had to take many breaks along the way.  ROOTING myself, as Mummy calls it.  

My ex-girlfriend Emma had a strange dekorayshun in her window this afternoon.  I looked up at her window, and instead of seeing her face like I normally do, I saw a big, yellow sign.  Hmmm, I thought, that's odd.  Then Mummy explained that Emma and her family are moving to a new kingdom, and that they got a new palace somewhere else.  Do you think it's because I kicked grass in her face the other day?  That was totally an accident, you know.  I don't think this new kingdom sounds like such a nice place.  I heard Emma's mom say that Emma is going to have a fenced-in yard like Aunt Laura, but that they were all happy because that meant they wouldn't have to walk Emma anymore.  NO MORE WALKS?  Does getting a bigger palace with a fenced in yard mean I would never walk again?  What would be the point to life?  Where would I root myself?  Where would I pee?  Poor Emma.  She is in for a rood awakening.  If I ever move to a bigger kingdom or a bigger palace, I am making sure that Mummy NEVER gets a fenced in yard.  No one fences in Little King Milo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Princess and a Poison Apple</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/128875</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Mar 2006 19:10:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/128875</guid>
		<description>I saw the love of my life today.  My beautiful, shining Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  Since the weathe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I saw the love of my life today.  My beautiful, shining Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  Since the weather is slowly getting warmer, all of the dog walkers are emerging again, and I saw her coming down the street with her little harness on right away.  I rolled over at her feet and she snarled at me.  It was GLORIOUS!  And then Mummy bent down to pet Yuki, and when I tried to come near, she SNAPPED at me.  Isn't she fabulous?  

It's a good thing Yuki did not see me last night.  Mummy has been making her beeyootiful bracelets in the evening, and I think they are looking so nice.  Did you see the charm of ME that she made for her own bracelet?  It's on my page, and I think it is THE BEST.  She likes selling the bracelets in her web shop, but she winds up keeping a lot of the ones she makes because she likes them so much.  She made a "dog necklace" for our friend Bee and I must admit, it came out really nice.  But then she made me TRY IT ON.  How humiliating!  Mummy said it looked nice, but I was imbarisst.  I know Bee is going to look so pretty for her birthday.  We called the necklace "Bee's Bling."  Mummy even made a little charm of Bee for it.

I got so excited on the way home because I spotted a tennis ball in the grass.  I went running over to it, only to discover that it was a squishy yellow apple that someone had thrown on the lawn.  How rood!  I tried to pick it up but Mummy yelled, "NO!"  She has this thing about unknown foods on the ground.  She thinks they're all poisonous.  Who ever heard of a poison apple?  I mean, really, Mummy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ROOD Behavior is Sometimes Cool</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/126835</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Mar 2006 19:51:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy had a &quot;NO SNOW DAY&quot; today.  That means her school just thought it MIGHT snow, so they cancelle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy had a "NO SNOW DAY" today.  That means her school just thought it MIGHT snow, so they cancelled it.  But I guess that's a good thing because there was ice everywhere instead.  Deddy took me outside while Mummy was sleeping, and the second I ran out the door, I slipped on the sidewalk.  Mummy said that's because Deddy does not have "leash control" like she does.  I don't know what that means, but I do know Deddy lets me run out the door a little faster than she does.  

Mummy is having a lot of fun with her bracelet business.  She is making food-related bracelets and is trying to think of some charms or something that she could do for us dogs, too.  She is so grateful to everyone on Dogster who checked out her site!!  And so am I, because it helps supports my lavish lifestyle.  Thank you everyone!!  

I did something ROOD and DISrespekful  yesterday (according to Mummy, anyway).  I didn't mean to, of course, these things just seem to happen.  Mummy and I were walking down the sidewalk near the little people daycare center when we ran into my ex-girlfriend Emma.  Remember her?  She always wears a pretty purple sweater and she kind of looks like a Muppet.  I still kind of like Emma, but I'm too much of a rebel to be tied down to any one babe.  So Mummy stopped to talk to Emma's mommy but I was being my cool self and pretended I had better things to do. I stared at the little people across the street and sat off on my own, acting suave.  I marked a few peepee spots, then kicked my back feet into the dirt like I always do, marking more of MILO'S COOL TERRITORIES.  That's when I heard Mummy and Emma's mom gasp.  I guess when I was kicking up the grass I didn't realize that Emma was right behind me.  I kicked grass all over her head and face.  When I looked back at her, she had dried grass hanging off of her chin and she looked stunned.  I kind of felt bad.  Who knew that being cool could be so rood?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Fantum of the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/125602</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 16:37:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was Gramma O's birthday.  I got to have banana cake and play with my cousins.  Crazy Cousi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was Gramma O's birthday.  I got to have banana cake and play with my cousins.  Crazy Cousin PeeWee must be eating too many hot dogs or something because he looked a little wide around the middle if you ask me.  He kept sticking his nose in my infected ear and trying to bite off my whiskers.  Sometimes I can only take so much of him before I snap!  And I mean, SNAP, like I really do it.  It's just totally not my fault, and I don't care what that dumb Dog Whisperer would say.  

Grampa O let me see his train set and I was very intrigued by the sound effects he added.  There were noises like whistles blowing and stuff and I thought that was pretty cool.  The whole night would have been perfect if THE FANTUM had not shown up.  Yes, you heard me, THE FANTUM, as in GHOST!   But this fantum does not scare people or say boo or pop out of closets or anything.  He pees.  Yes, Gramma and Grampa O have a FANTUM PEE-ER in their house!  I was in the kitchen, minding my own business, when Mummy noticed cousin JB sniffing a mysterious puddle in the den by Gramma O's ficus tree.  "What's that?" Mummy said.  "Looks like water," Aunt Laura said.  JB looked up as if to say, "This is NOT water."  Sure enough, it was PEEPEE!!  "Who did that?" Mummy demanded.  All three of us dogs looked at her.  "Not me-not me-not me" we all said.  "Wow, that's a lot of pee," Aunt Laura said.  While us dogs all put on our best innocent faces, Mummy and everyone tried to figure out who did it.  "Milo lifts his leg to pee," Mummy said, "I don't think he could have squatted on this slippery floor to do that."  (RIGHT, Mummy!  I totally agree!)  "JB just peed outside about five minutes ago," Aunt Laura said.  ("DARN!" I thought, "Well then it HAS to be cuckoo PeeWee!  Right?  Right, Mummy?")  Before I knew it, everyone was looking at me.  "That sure is a lot of pee," Mummy said.  "Milo does pee a lot when he has to go.  Think of the bed incident."  ("HEY!  That's diskriminashun!" I thought).  The only explanation I have for any of this is that there is some kind of GHOST or FANTUM who follows me around, peeing on everything and getting me in trouble.  I am smart enough to know that if no one saw me do the peepee, then it WASN'T ME WHO DID IT!!!  This fantum better cut it out and stop peeing on stuff.  I am totally diskustid by his lack of manners and his rood behavior.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's News Repart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/124826</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 15:35:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Although I only join Mummy for a few minutes in the morning before I head back to bed with Deddy, I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Although I only join Mummy for a few minutes in the morning before I head back to bed with Deddy, I do manage to catch some of the early TV she watches.  She always has the Fox 5 News on, and I like to hear the reparters speak.  I think I can do what they do, you know?  How hard could it be?  So I thought I would give you the kingdom update in the form of my very own news repart.  Here goes:

"Hullo!  This is Reparter Milo with the evening news of the kingdom.  Wait, reparters don't usually say "hullo," do they?  Well then let's just start over.  Good evening, people!  This is Milo with the news of the kingdom.  The big fat geese have spread their smelly poopy all over the sidewalks, so be careful where you step...That mean old dog Apollo escaped from his house the other day, so if you happen to pass his home, I'd run if I were you...A whole flock of robins were spotted in the field by the bike path.  I yelled to them, "Where have you been?  Do you know how cold it's been around here?" but they didn't say anything and most of them flew away...Mummy has been making bracelets in a mini business.  She named it after me, of course.  I guess she needs some extra money to support my lavish lifestyle.  You can check out her stuff and my handsome face again here:  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.charmingmilo.etsy.com/">CharmingMilo</a>
...Mummy has also been watching a show on Animal Planet called "The Dog Whisperer."  I think this dog whisperer needs to be yanked off the air immediately because he is giving away all of our doggy secrets!  Mummy seems to think this show is GREAT but I would much rather watch cartoons...In other news, my ears are infected again.  Mummy says if I would just stop sticking my foot in there we could solve the problem.  But how am I supposed to itch my ears without sticking my foot in there?...This isn't sounding much like a news repart anymore, is it?  Well, then, goodnight and whatever from Reparter Milo.  Tune in next time, people!  Or whatever it is that reparters say."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Question</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/123785</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 20:37:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy asked me the age old question today.  It's the one question that no dog truly has the answer f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy asked me the age old question today.  It's the one question that no dog truly has the answer for ( at least not that I know of).  While walking in the bitter cold this morning, Mummy was reciting the poopy command:  "Milo, go poopy, Milo, go poopy, Milo, go poopy..." she says this over and over to me in the morning as she stands there shivering, waiting for me to do my business so she can head back inside and then leave for school.  This morning in particular, Mummy walked me all the way down the street, reciting the poopy command to no avail as I sniffed out every tree and bush (and I must sniff each bush and tree at least twice to get the full effect).  Then she walked me all the way back home, where I proceeded to do my poopy right in front of our house.  So here comes the timeless question (and I'll have you know that Mummy actually said this out loud to me in the silence of the early morning, with steam coming out of her mouth in the frigid air):  "Milo!  Why was it necessary for me to walk you ALL the way down the street, then ALL the way BACK just so you can go poopy right in the front of our house, RIGHT WHERE WE STARTED?!"  So that's it.  That's THE QUESTION.  Why do we dogs take so long to pick a poopy spot?  Especially when we are not half as picky about our peepee spots.  To this I say:  "Mummy, I DON'T KNOW."  There is just something in my little body that says, "Nope, not there," and "Uh-uh, not there either," as I search for the ultimate spot to do my business.  Deddy thinks it is the same thing you might go through if you try to pick a stall to use in a public bathroom.  I mean, gosh, I can't be expected to just poop ANYWHERE!  You can't rush greatness, you know!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Majik Moments</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/123238</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 14:29:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hear that they have special books for little people where you keep track of all their special mome ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hear that they have special books for little people where you keep track of all their special moments.  I think they are called "Baybee Books" or something like that.  Mummy says you can put locks of their hair in there (gross!) or pictures of them when they were teeny tiny little people.  Mummy actually has a book like this for me (but none of my hair is in it- Mummy says there is enough of my hair in the world and we don't even need to put it in a book).  I decided to record some of my most special moments from the past couple of days.  A lot of "firsts" happened, so here is my mini Milo baybee book, just for you:

MILO'S FIRST DEDDY VALENTINE:  I got to give a special valentine to my deddy!  My very first "Deddy valentine!"  It had a dinosaur on it with a big heart and Mummy let me sign it, too.  I think Deddy liked it a lot.

MILO'S FIRST SQUID:  Mummy and Deddy had takeout food for Valentine's Day.  Deddy ordered something called calamari and Mummy didn't want to eat the ones that had legs.  She said they looked too much like little octopus like that.  So Deddy threw me a mini squid and I caught it in mid-air!  Mummy saw a little fried octopus land right in my mouth and she yelled, "EWWwwwww!"  I thought it was delicious.  Very squidy.

MILO'S FIRST PUG-SCOLDING:  We went to visit our friends Rickee and Melissa yesterday (Deddy was watching some racecar event or something).  They have two pugs named Zoey and ZiTi.  I was a little sleepy and I guess Zoey got too close to me on the sofa, so I snapped at her (I have ishoos, remember).  Zoey got so mad that she actually yelled at me:  "AROO-roo roo!  AROO-roo-roo!"  That was the first time I had ever been scolded by a pug (and hopefully my last).

MILO'S FIRST SAILBOAT SWEATER:  A teacher friend of Mummy's gave her this ridiculous doggy sweater for me.  Mummy brought it home to show me.  It was red and yellow and had SAILBOATS on it.  She showed it to me and I said, "Uh, I don't think so."  But Mummy squished it on me and took my picture for the teacher friend.  I was so unhappy that I actually started talking:  arrrr, arrrrg, arrr, arrr-rarrrr and dancing around in circles.  Deddy said I looked like a stuffed sausage.  Mummy took the sweater off of me, but if I ever see it again I will be sure to bury it in the backyard.  

So there are some of my most majikal moments from the past few days.  Definitely Baybee Book worthy, don't you think?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow over Toy Mountain</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/119587</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 08:59:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/119587</guid>
		<description>This morning I woke up and I had to pee really bad.  I stood dancing at the back door while Mummy op ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning I woke up and I had to pee really bad.  I stood dancing at the back door while Mummy opened the blinds and I said, "Hurry, hurry, I gotta go!"  But when the blinds parted, all I saw was snow!  Miles of it!  Mummy opened the door and I hopped outside, but I couldn't go very far because the snow was basically over my head.  "Just go, Milo, pee right there," Mummy said.  Pee where? I thought.  "Uh, I don't know what you expect me to do here," I said, looking at her.  I ran right back inside and did not go back out there until Mummy shoveled me a proper path!  Geez!

Last year Mummy got this giant basket as a gift for her wedding to Deddy.  She had it in the spare bedroom for a long time because she wasn't sure what to do with it.  But yesterday she said, "A-ha!  I know!"  She called me downstairs to show me what she was going to do with the basket.  She was dumping all of my toys into it!  WOW!  I said,  "There goes skin of Indrid, and Satan's Seed, and Escargot the snail, and Orange Julius, and Frohg, and Son of Indrid, and all of my favorite toys!"  Mummy was making a HUGE TOY MOUNTAIN!  And when she was all done, she threw me in the middle of it, just for fun.  Now I can actually STAND in my own toy basket!  How cool is that?  Before Toy Mountain I had two separate toy boxes in two parts of the house, and that was just way too difficult for me to keep track of everything.  Now with Toy Mountain, I can keep a proper inventory of all of my toys!  I am such a lucky little boy.  Now I have my own kingdom, my own palace, and my own Toy Mountain.  What more could I ask for?  Well, it would be nice to have my own juke joint, where all of my dog buddies could go dancing and have a few drinks.  I'd call it, "Milo's Place" or something like that.  But I don't want to get greedy now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Majikal Pups and Sooper Bowls</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/119122</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 16:24:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/119122</guid>
		<description>The world is a majikal place.  I went on my afternoon walk with Mummy today and I saw my Weimeraner  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The world is a majikal place.  I went on my afternoon walk with Mummy today and I saw my Weimeraner friend Link.  At first I didn't think it was Link at all when I saw him from a distance.  I thought maybe it was a mule or a donkey.  I don't understand what it is with these puppies.  One minute they are small like me, and the next minute their heads are too big for their bodies, and then after that they look like big horses.  Do they ever stop growing?  Uncle Budday the golden retriever used to be tiny and had fur like Chewbacca.  Now he is a big, hairy dummy.  He just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger.  And the weird thing is that he doesn't seem to notice.  He will try to climb up onto the dining room chairs or into Grampa Z's lap like he can fit there or something (and if you've seen Grampa Z's belly, it is quite clear that NO ONE can fit in his lap, including me).  It is much better being little, if you ask me.  I will always have speed and agility on my side (and 
handsome-ness, too).

Mummy and Deddy had a Sooper Bowl party last week.  I like the Sooper Bowl because there is lots of food and friends.  Deddy's friend Rikee brought me a chewie stick with little sprinkly things on it.  And everyone fed me Doritos and Tostitos and ham.  I think there was a football game on TV, but I'm not sure.  I was too busy eating and playing to notice.  I hope we can have a Sooper Bowl party again next month, too, or maybe every week.  That would be really cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Main Event</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/116683</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2006 18:19:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/116683</guid>
		<description>(Insert appropriate party music here)  I figured I needed a good intro for the ofishul birthday entr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ (Insert appropriate party music here)  I figured I needed a good intro for the ofishul birthday entry!!  Let me tell you about the event that was my birthday.  Thank god it only comes once a year!

Mummy baked awsum cuppycakes last night for her little people students.  They were vanilla with chocolate frosting swirled on top, and each cuppycake had a picture of ME stuck in it on a little popsicle stick!  Mummy let me lick the batter but she brought all the rest of those cuppycakes to school.  She said the little people students loved them and that they actually sang "Happy Birthday Milo" out loud, even though I wasn't there.  And I tell you, those little people students are really nice, because some of them brought be GIFTS!  I got a bag of doggie cookies, some treats with a handmade card that said, "HAVE A DOGON BIRTHDAY, MILO."  Another little people student gave me one of her stuffed animals wrapped up in a bag.  And she made a speshul card for me that said, "Dear Milo, I hope you like your prasat.  Happy Birthday Milo, it's your day."  Mummy hung all the speshul cards around my doggy dish.  She said the little people students loved the "Milo on a stick" pictures, but that they played with them for the rest of the day, so she had to make everyone put them in their desks.  See, I told you I have that effect on the little people!

Not only did I get to play with all of those new presents and stuff in the kingdom, but Mummy also bought me FROSTY PAWS!  Peanut butter flavor!   It's  ice cream for dogs in little cups and it is probably about the best stuff on earth (next to wild poopy, of course).  Deddy was being so nice to me.  He let me lick his plate and gave me cornbread and fed me the cup of Frosty Paws.  Mummy was watching me eat it and she said, "I don't think you should give him the whole thing, you know, he might get sick."  But Deddy said, "No, he'll be fine!  It's his birthday!"  I played and played for the next few hours, tossing around my new squishy football (from Mummy) and my new blue giraffe (from the little person student).  But soon enough, Mummy noticed that it had gotten awfully quiet in the room. "Where is he?" Mummy asked Deddy.  She immediately noticed I had vanished, so she headed upstairs to check out the panic room.  Which is where I was trying to go, but never made it.  Mummy found me near the panic room entrance, next to a HUGE pile of PUKE.  BLEHHHHHHH!  Mummy said it looked like a mess someone had made after a night of heavy drinking, whatever that means.  She said she had never seen so much puke before.  "How does all of that come out of such a little body?!" she asked.  I had even thrown up down the floor vent (I wasn't aiming for it or anything).  Luckily, Deddy came in and helped.  They have this little machine called a "Spot Lifter" and it did a pretty good job.  Mummy said to Deddy, "I knew he shouldn't have eaten the whole thing!  Why did I listen to you?  I'M the Mummy!"  Eh, she had  him there.

Anyway, I am feeling much better now and very hungry.  It's great being seven!  Thank you to all of my friends in Dogster land who gave me rosettes, too.  They are so cool!  Dogster even put me in the "birthday walk" today!  I tried to find my page there, but there were 384 other dogs in there, too, so I never did find myself.  But it's the thought that counts!

And so, the birthday is over.  The caravan is leaving.  But it was quite a day.  So if you don't mind, I am going to retreat to the panic room now for a nappy.  It still smells faintly of puke near there, but I think that's what makes it speshul.  That's what makes it mine!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Caravan for the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/116321</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Feb 2006 17:24:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/116321</guid>
		<description>Last night Mummy caught me watching the movie &quot;Catwoman&quot; on cable.  She thought this was very funny. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Mummy caught me watching the movie "Catwoman" on cable.  She thought this was very funny.  I don't know what made me stare at the movie, I think it was because all of those cats were creeping around and making weird noises.  Mummy was sitting on the bed doing repart cards (STILL!  Geez!) and she stopped writing, looked up and said out loud, "Are you watching 'Catwoman'?"  I looked at her.  "No, of course not," I said.  Then I took that as my cue to leave and headed for the Panic Room.

Today I learned about DANGEROUS things.  Mummy says it is VERY BAD to eat things off the ground if we don't know where they came from.  I found some crushed crackers and peanuts on the sidewalk that a little person had dropped, and when I started eating them, she shouted, "NOOOOO!"  My ex-girlfriend Emma happened to be nearby and so was Emma's mommy.  "Milo!" Mummy yelled, "Drop it!  Spit that out!  You don't know where those peanuts have been!  They could be poisonous!"  Emma's mommy gasped.  "Are peanuts poisonous to dogs?" she asked.  "Uh, no," Mummy said, "But those could be.  You never know."  Mummy is very protektif.  

By the way, I just thought I'd menshun that you might see a caravan driving past your house tonight.  There will be minstrels singing, wagon-loads of toys, horses with jewelies in their hair, dancing kitty cats, and the whole proseshun will be led by a giant cow that will be offered up as a sacrifice.  Do you know why you will see this if you look out your window?  Because TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!  And I am certain that Mummy has summoned only the best and grandest presents from all over the world for me.  I know they are traveling to the kingdom this very minute.  Only there won't be any peanuts or crackers in that caravan because they could be poisonous.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bratty McFatty is Not in Training</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/114925</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 13:09:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/114925</guid>
		<description>Yes, sadly enough, Mummy has a new nickname for me and that's it above.  &quot;Bratty McFatty.&quot;  I don't  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes, sadly enough, Mummy has a new nickname for me and that's it above.  "Bratty McFatty."  I don't know where she comes up with these things.  She says I bring them on myself.  The weather has been so nice lately so we have been taking lots of walks.  And sometimes, you know, I want to go ONE direction and Mummy wants to go the OTHER direction.  Or I feel like taking a breather and sitting down for a while.  Or I feel like rooting myself so I can smell a tree trunk.  Mummy shouts lots of different things at me to try to get me to walk:  "Let's go, Rooty!"  "Get a move on, Rooty Toots!"  and today, "You are just being a Bratty McFatty!"  Hmph.  Whatever.  Anyway, here is what I saw on my walk today:

-one dog, black.  Smelly and also splattered with mud.  Her name was Angel but she certainly did not smell like one.  

-one lady, nice.  She saw me and said, "He looks like Eddie!"  And I thought, "Who the heck is Eddie?"  Mummy seemed to know what she meant.

-goose poopy, lots of it.  It was all over the sidewalk, like squishy land mines!

-one bike rider, wearing red, tires covered in goose poopy.

We walked over the bike path bridge and were near the woods.  I loved digging around in the mud but Mummy wanted to keep walking.  She gave me a tug but I would not budge.  So she picked me up and in hopes of placing me back on the path.  A lady walked by as Mummy was doing this and she smiled.  "Aw, how cute," the lady said, "Is he in training?"    Mummy laughed and cried, "NO!"  And the lady laughed too and replied, "Oh, just being stubborn?"  And Mummy started cracking up.  She was still holding me in her arms trying to brush the mud off of me.  "Training," Mummy muttered.  "You are ridiculous, Milo."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Little Person's Repart Card</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/114028</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jan 2006 14:21:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what a repart card is?  Well, I had never heard of it before, but lately Mummy has been  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what a repart card is?  Well, I had never heard of it before, but lately Mummy has been HOGGING the computer and it's all because of these things called repart cards that she has to type up for the little people in her class.  I peeked over her shoulder yesterday while she was typing them.  It turns out they are these speshul papers that tell how the little people are doing in school.  But I am not happy about these repart cards because Mummy is always on the computer lately and they seem to be taking up a lot of her time.  Why, just a few minutes ago, I tried tossing her one of my most favorite toys, Satan's Seed, and she didn't want to play!  Hmph!  So I think I can help Mummy out.  I am going to type one repart card that she can use for all the little people in her class.  Here it goes:

"Your little person is doing very good in school.  I think they should read more stuff and write better and maybe add up some more numbers or whatever.  And if they aren't doing so good in anything i wouldn't worry about it.  i'm sher they'll turn out fine in the end.  Have a nice day."

I think that's pretty good, don't you?  Now if Mummy would just type that up, we'll be all set!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Great PeePee Caper (a King Milo Whodunit)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/111388</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 17:28:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/111388</guid>
		<description>Detective Milo here.  I have a case for you to solve, a real Scooby Dooish mystery.  So listen up as ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Detective Milo here.  I have a case for you to solve, a real Scooby Dooish mystery.  So listen up as I explain da story, see?  And maybe you can crack my case.  (Shhh!   I'm not a real detective, you know, I'm just pretending.  But I think this is how they talk when they're trying to be all serious and detectivey and stuff).

It was a dark and windy night.  The kingdom had turned to ice, everything frost and snow covered,  the wind howling non-stop.  It seemed a lot like the tundra if you ask me.  I accompanied Mummy and Deddy to Gramma and Grampa O.'s house.  We had spugety and meetballs and played some Boggle, a typical evening with 'da family.  Afterwards, we said goodnight to the gramparens an' drove back to our palace, but I can't give you any clues about that part, because I fell asleep in the car.  I don't know if that's a very good thing for a detective to do, but the mystery hasn't really started yet, so I guess it doesn't matter.

When we got back to 'da palace, I was still kinda sleepy.  It was so cold outside that we all ran to the door.  I didn't even stop for a peepee (Did ya get that?  That MIGHT be a clue!).  I ran upstairs and went right to sleep in the bed.  Deddy went in the computer room and Mummy went to take a shower.  That meant I was alone (that could be an important clue, too.  But am I supposed to point those out to you if you're the one trying to solve the mystery?)  When Mummy came out of the shower, everything seemed normal.  I was still on the bed, Deddy was still in the computer room.  I was lookin' at Mummy kinda funny, so she came over to the bed to see me.  That's when she noticed it- the puddle on the blanket.  My butt was kinda covering it, but Mummy saw it just the same.  There was a gasp and a shout.  "Oh my god!  He peed on the bed!"  I didn't move.  "Milo, did you do this?  What's wrong with you?"  she gasped.  She pushed me aside, and sure enough, there was a puddle of peepee beneath me- on the comforter, straight through to the blanket, then to the sheet cover, along through to the sheets, the mattress cover and the mattress itself.  Wow, that sure was a lot of peepee.  "What happened?" Mummy moaned.  "HE PEED ON THE BED!  DID YOU HEAR ME?  HE PEED!"  Mummy was yelling to Deddy now.  Deddy yelled back that he heard her and finally came in the room.  "Did he seem like he wanted to go out while I was in the shower?" Mummy asked Deddy.  "Did he come in the computer room at all?"  Deddy said no.  Hmmm.  "Maybe he's sick or something," Mummy said aloud, trying to make sense of the mysterious peepee stain on the bed.  "That's not like him to just pee on the bed and then sit there in it like that.  Why would he do that?"  At this point, I retreated to the panic room, cause Deddy got mad when he saw the stains, and then Mummy got mad at Deddy for getting mad.  "I don't think he could help it, I don't think he feels well!"  she said, scolding Deddy.  I wasn't sayin' nuthin.  I didn't want to implicate myself.  It was a mystery, after all.  I stayed in the panic room till they changed the sheets and finished cleaning the mattress.  I finally emerged after the lights went out and they had gone to sleep.

So there ya have it, the GREAT PEEPEE CAPER!  Whodunit?  I don't know.  Well, I do know.  Okay, okay, so I peed on the bed!  That's not the mystery here!  The real mystery is WHY.  Do ya think you can crack the case?  Let's review the possibilities:
-Milo was not feeling well 
-Milo did not want to go outside to pee in the icy cold tundra-like weather OR Milo was too tired to make it to the door to ask to go out and just figured, "Eh, I'll go right here."
-Milo really DID try to get Deddy's attention to let him outside while Mummy was in the shower, but Deddy didn't notice.

Mummy says it is also a clue that I was sitting in it.  She said if I had done something bad on purpose, then I would have retreated to the panic room and hid, rather than sit in my own yoorin.  Deddy says I peed on myself to keep warm, but I think this was supposed to be a joke.

I would also like to add that I feel perfectly fine today and have not shown any signs of peepee disorders or anything like that.

So I wish I could give you an answer to the Great PeePee Caper, but like all great mysteries, this, too, will probably go unsolved.  (if Dogster could add some dramatic music or something here that would be really good)  And now, stay tuned for the end credits to the Great PeePee Caper!........

CAST:
Detective Milo/ "the pee-er":  King Milo of Milo's Kingdom
the sympathetic owner:  Mummy
the angry owner:  Deddy
"the gramparens":Gramma and Grampa O.
and introducing The PeePee as itself]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Family, a report by Milo, age 6 (almost 7)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/109947</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 14:24:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For those of you who don't know, my Mummy is a teacher.  She teaches the little people how do stuff  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For those of you who don't know, my Mummy is a teacher.  She teaches the little people how do stuff like read and write.  And since my Mummy loves her job and those little people so much, I thought I would write my very own report, like the little people students do, in honor of my Mummy.  But I don't know how to spell some words, so please don't laugh if you see some mistakes.

My Family
by Milo, age 6 (almost 7)

My family used to just be me, Mummy, Gramma and Grampa O., Aunt Laura (Mummy's sister) and Aunt Laura's Jack Russell Terrier JB (cousin JB).  That was fine by me because I love them all very much and they give me treats and say nice things to me.  Then Aunt Laura bought anuther Jack Russell Terrier named PeeWee (who turned out to be crazy and always gets me in lots of trouble and has hair that sticks out in every direction and doesn't like water and can sometimes be fun to play with but can also sometimes be really annoying and has a JRT mother who murdered another dog at the breeder but no one is supposed to talk about that).  Aunt Laura then got married to a nice boy named Jason (Uncle Jason).  And did I menshun Aunt Laura and Uncle Jason got a swimming pool last year?  Which I guess is a little weird if their "son" PeeWee does not like water.  Oh well, he can watch me from the window because I hope I will be in there all this summer and swim and have samwiches in their yard.  But anyway, that is not part of my report.

Mummy got married last summer so now I have a Deddy.  And he is the best Deddy in the world.  We burp and fart and sleep (basically all the stuff that guys do).  I don't know how I ever lived without him.  So because I have a new Deddy I also have a new set of Gramparens.  I call them Gramma and Grampa Z.  They have a swimming pool and I will take turns swimming there and at Aunt Laura's all this summer but I shouldn't talk about that now because this report is not supposta be about swimming pools.  SO...Deddy has a sister named Michele, and I call her Auntie Michele.  Gramma and Grampa Z. have a big, dumb (sorry, Mummy, but he is) golden rechreever named Buddy.  He is like their son so I have to call him UNCLE Buddy.  But he's also kind of like Forrest Gump, so I say his name real slow and call him Uncle Bud-day.   And he is so dumb that he's a-scared of me and I even knocked him in the pool once.  But that is not part of my report either.  Auntie Michele has her own "son," too, and his name is Ralphie (I call him Cousin Ralph).  I don't know what kind of dog he is.  I think he was made in a labratoree.  Auntie Michele's dog lives with her in Gramma and Grampa Z.'s house, which means that he gets to torment Uncle Budday and bite his ears and steal his toys.  Uncle Budday is not too bright, as I menshuned, so he does not realize that he is three times the size of Ralph and could easily fight back if he wanted to.  But I guess that's the fun of it for Cousin Ralph.  Anyway, I am almost done with this report now and shouldn't be wasting time talking about my cousins' disiplin problems.

So that is my family.   Oh, and, Grampa and Grampa O. don't have any dogs of their own,  just us "granddogs."  And there are no little people in our family yet.  And by God, I hope it stays that way.  I'm sorry, Mummy, but there is only room for ONE little prince in this kingdom, and that's ME!  Remember when you had pet birds and you caught me shaking their cage?  Well , they are dead now, and I didn't kill them, but I think you know what I mean.  And that's all I'm going to say about that.

THE END

Not bad for my first report, right?  I give myself an A++++++!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Langwij Barriers in the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/109658</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 16:16:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/109658</guid>
		<description>Mummy is amazed at the amount of attention I receive on a daily dog walk.   Strangers walking by wil ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is amazed at the amount of attention I receive on a daily dog walk.   Strangers walking by will often stop to chat.  Or sometimes they pull up in their cars or roll the window down as they drive by.  They ask Mummy questions such as the following:

"How old is he?"
"Is that a Jack Russell Terrier?"
"Is that a girl or boy?"  (at least they ask!)
"What's his name?"
"Is he very hyper?" (I have no idea what THAT'S supposed to mean)

Sometimes they just want to comment on my handsomeness:

"He's so cute!"
"What a handsome Jack Russell!"
"I love his ears."
"He has great markings."
"That's a good looking dog."

And other times my very existence seems to spark a nostaljik memory in them:

"I have a Jack Russell too."
"My (sister, nephew, aunt, uncle, friend, etc) has a Jack Russell."
"I've always wanted a dog like that."
"We were thinking of getting a Jack Russell."

Sadly, none of them have ever asked, "Where can I get a Milo dolly?" or anything like that.  Mummy is also amazed at how many people talk directly to me, as if I can answer.  The Little People, of course, think I am one of them.  But some adults will talk as they walk by, and ignore Mummy for the most part, focusing their attention on me.  "You're pretty smart, aren't you?"  they'll say.  Or, "Hey there, pup!"  "Hi little doggie!"  "Hey little guy!"  "What's the matter, pup?"   The Little People and some neighbors will wave to me.  Friends driving by in their cars will shout out the window, "Hi Miloooo!"  I guess they think I can speak their langwij or something.  It's not easy being ridiculously good looking, you know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;IT&quot; Doesn't Matter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/108682</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Jan 2006 07:56:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/108682</guid>
		<description>Okay, so Mummy and I were walking past the Little People Daycare Center yesterday.  It was pretty co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so Mummy and I were walking past the Little People Daycare Center yesterday.  It was pretty cold, so I was kind of jogging like I always do, and Mummy was trying hard to keep up behind me (Mummy says I could be a sled dog, with the way I jog down the sidewalk.  She says I gallop like a pony!).  When we got right in front of the daycare center, we notice a mom with her little person walking across the parking lot.  They see me and point and smile (I do have that effect on people, you know).  The little person squealed something but I couldn't hear what he said.  It seemed like they recognized me, since I walk past the center every day.  I'm a tad bit famous with the little people, you know.  I wondered if they wanted my autograph or something.  That's when I heard the mom say, "Yes, honey, there IT is!  I see IT,"  referring to me!  IT!  She called me an IT!  Could they not see that I was obviously a MALE?!  I'd understand if they called me Boy King, Prince, or Your Royal Majesty, but never before have I been called an IT.  I would have peed on their car tires right then and there if Mummy had not pulled me away.  I thought I heard Mummy laughing, and she waved to the little person and his mom.  If I had thumbs, I am sure I would have made a fist at them.  The nerve of some people!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Very Smelly Christmas</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/106656</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 09:47:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No, there was no poopy in the stocking this year, though you might have thought so from the title of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, there was no poopy in the stocking this year, though you might have thought so from the title of this diary entry.  Instead, there were toys galore!!!  My favorite toy this year came from Gramma Z.  She gave me a big, ugly toy spider.  And when you squeeze it, its legs uncurl and stick out on all sides.  It's so cool!  It reminds me of my dead friend Indrid (God rest his soul) whose skin I sometimes still play with.  Remember Indrid?  He was my bestest toy bug friend until I tore him apart in a fit of inexplicable rage.  So Mummy calls this new toy bug "Son of Indrid."  

I spent Christmas with Mummy, Deddy, Gramma and Grampa, Aunt Laura, Uncle Jason and my cousins JB and crazy PeeWee.  There's never a dull moment when cousin PeeWee is around.  Uncle Jason took PeeWee outside for a short walk after dinner.  Everyone was still sitting around the dining room table when they came back inside.  PeeWee jumped up onto the chair with Aunt Laura ("I hope no one minds that he sits up here with me," she said, "at least I can keep an eye on him that way.")  Well, no one else seemed to mind that, but I think maybe JB and I did.  Why does he get to share a chair with Aunt Laura when the rest of us dogs have to sit on the floor?  Geez!  Anyway, it only took a few minutes before Aunt Laura said, "What's that smell?"  Everyone looked around the room.  Mummy looked at me.  "Don't look at me!" I said, "I didn't do nuthin!"  Turns out PeeWee was the culprit.  He smelled like SKUNK!   A-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!  I giggled.  I guess he brushed underneath a tree that had been sprayed when he went out for his walk in the dark with Uncle Jason.  His scraggly neck hairs smelled like skunk and so did his new skullhead collar (very fitting for him).  Aunt Laura and Uncle Jason left shortly after that to give their insane son a bath.  PeeWee is one of the only Jack Russells I know who HATES water.  I think cause his hair is so frizzy or something.  

So that was my Christmas.  I got lots of toys, I stayed out of trouble, and I didn't smell like skunk.  Mummy was pretty happy with me.  

Tonight is New Year's Eve and we are having COMPANY again!  No, Sister Anita won't be here, so there won't be any food theft from nuns.  This time it's Mummy and Deddy's friends.  But that is good because they are nice and sometimes Deddy's friend Rik-KEE brings me treats in his pockets.  He has two pugs so he knows about these kinds of things.

So Happy New Year, everyone!  Maybe I will become famous in 2006.  Mummy says that would be a good idea.  Then we can make lots of money selling Milo dollies and finally buy a house.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poopy for PeeWee</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/104830</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 08:18:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And they say I'M the bad one?  Last night we went to Gramma and Grampa's house to celebrate Aunt Lau ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And they say I'M the bad one?  Last night we went to Gramma and Grampa's house to celebrate Aunt Laura's birthday.  Of course, my crazy cousin PeeWee and his sister JB were there.  JB is always a good girl (except for that one time that she flipped out on PeeWee and tried to bite him, but I don't blame her for that one) but PeeWee is a cuckoo.  He even has this little tip-toe walk when you know he is going to do something bad.  And for some reason, I always get dragged down with him!  If Santa is going to put poopy in anyone's stocking, it should be PeeWee's!

Mummy had put all of Aunt Laura's birthday presents on the floor.  One of them was this funny statue of a dog driving a tractor that Mummy had gotten at HomeGoods (Gramma says this is the greatest store on earth).  Mummy couldn't wrap it so she put a purple bow on it.  About 10 minutes after she put it on the floor, I see cousin PeeWee tiptoe by with the purple bow in his mouth.  Later on we noticed that JB was missing half of the black whisker from her cheek.  Cousin PeeWee had bit it off!  Aunt Laura tried to keep him occupied with this little red laser light that she was shining on the floor.  You know, for such a clever dog, he really is quite dopey.  Do you know he chased that light all over the place?  JB and I would not be fooled, but PeeWee ran from one side of the house to the other chasing a little red light.  Nuts!  

So now it's Christmas Eve, and Deddy, of course, is at Walmart.  He left this morning, saying he was "putting on his riot gear" so that he could go buy his Grampa a present.  I don't know what this means, but it sounds like fun!  I would like to put on riot gear, too.  Mummy had all of her shopping done in October, I think.  She says that's the "teacher in her."  Deddy, on the other hand, is what they call a "last minute shopper."  Mummy and Deddy are very different, you see, but that's what makes our little kingdom run so smoothly.

So from our palace to yours, Merry Christmas!  I hope everyone gets lots of nice presents, and that NO ONE gets poopy in their stocking, including crazy cousin PeeWee.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Royal Pain in the Butt</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/104705</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 15:17:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There is a song that says, &quot;I'm gettin' nuthin' for Christmas, Mummy and Deddy are mad, I'm gettin'  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is a song that says, "I'm gettin' nuthin' for Christmas, Mummy and Deddy are mad, I'm gettin' nuthin' for Christmas, cause I ain't been nuthin' but bad..."    I guess that about sums it up for me.  I tried and tried all year, but the last couple of days, I let it all slide!  First, there was the potato chip nun incident at our holiday party.  Then I peed on some little person's snowman in the meadow.  And then yesterday I found a stocking under the tree and I ran off with it.  When Mummy saw me run by with a stocking in my mouth, she screamed and ran after me.  I thought that was a really fun game until Mummy grabbed me and said, "This is not a toy!"  Well how was I supposed to know?  

Mummy worked very hard yesterday to separate all of the wrapped presents from under the tree.  She took the presents for her side of the family and put them into shopping bags.  Then she took the presents for Deddy's side of the family and put those into shopping bags, too.  She said that would make it much easier on Christmas morning when we went to visit the families.  Last night while Mummy and Deddy were watching some scary movie about aliens in the TV room, I caught a whiff of something.  It wasn't food, it wasn't poopy or squirrels or rabbits or any of the things I normally smell.  It was...TOYS!!!  The smell was coming from the bags that Mummy had put aside for Christmas!  I climbed up onto the living room sofa and tried to stick my nose into the shopping bags, but I couldn't find anything.  Mummy must have heard me rustling through things, because she came into the room and screamed, "HEY!!!!"  She caught me balanced atop the sofa, craning my neck into the bags.  "YOU ARE RIDICULOUS!!!"  she shouted, "GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW, MILO!"    A-ha!  So there were indeed toys in those bags!  Why else would she get so upset with my snooping?  "How does he do that?  How does he know?"  I heard her ask Deddy.   Deddy wanted to know what was in the bags, too, and that's when I heard Mummy whisper:  "Buddy and Ralphie's toys are wrapped up in there."  See, I knew it!  My Forrest Gump-Golden Retriever Uncle Budday got a TOY!!!  And so did Cousin Ralph!!  No fair!!  Deddy said I must have gotten a whiff of them somehow.  "They are wrapped and hidden at the bottom of a shopping bag!"  Mummy said.  "How did he catch a whiff?  Is there a breeze blowing through the living room?"    One can never underestimate my toy-sniffing capabilities.  If Mummy picks me up a toy from Walmart, I swear I can smell it before she pulls in the driveway.  

So anyway, since then, I have gone back to these bags time and time again, sticking my nose in them and knocking them over.  The room is sometimes dark and empty, and Mummy will hear the rustling of bags from the next room.  "MILO!  GET OUT OF THERE!" she screams.  Mummy has angrily informed me that Santa is going to bring me a lump of poopy this year if I don't stop it.  I don't know about you, but I never heard of such a thing.  I mean, why would he want to carry that around in his sleigh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Letter from Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/103866</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 14:01:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today  I peed on someone's snowman.  Mummy was appalled by this, but in my own defense, I must say t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today  I peed on someone's snowman.  Mummy was appalled by this, but in my own defense, I must say that it was no longer a snowman, due to the recent rise in temperature.  It was really the remains of a snowman.  And it was in the meadow, not on someone's front lawn, so that was public property and fair peeing ground.  Mummy says that peeing on someone's snowman and stealing potato chips off of a nun's plate are two things that Santa would not approve of.  But I am happy to report that Santa does not agree.  I know this because he left a special letter for Mummy right by her computer today.  Want to read it?  Here is what it said:

Dear Milo's Mummy,
     I am writing to tell you what an eksepshunul dog you have.  Milo is possibly the bestest dog in the world, and I should know, because I have a big sleigh and have traveled all over the place.  Many Jack Russell Terriers are crazy, such as that one dog PeeWee who doesn't live far from you.  But Milo is not like that at all.  I have tuns of presents for him this year, but please feel free to buy him some more, since he has been so good and speshul.  Did I menshun how handsome he is, too?  Yes, you should put him in the movies or something.  Anyway, I just wanted to let you know how great your dog is.  Milo is such a good boy and should be cummendid for his behavior.  And in kase you are wondering how I was able to get this letter to you, don't forget that I have speshul powers and I'm majikal and stuff.  Merry Christmas!

Sinseerilee,
Santa]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King's Post-Party Thoughts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/103495</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 08:23:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The holiday party is over, all the company has gone home, and I am still trying to catch up on all t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The holiday party is over, all the company has gone home, and I am still trying to catch up on all the sleepy time I missed while everyone was invading my castle.  I must say, it was quite a fun party.  I had LOTS to eat!  Some people in Deddy's family had never met me before, so they were very excited to see me.  I know how to make myself appear EXTREMELY cute and hungry, so I think I got some special treatment from Deddy's family.  Mummy even saw Aunty Cheryl feeding me from her fork. ("Do you want a bib for him, too?" she asked Aunty Cheryl).  Mummy was not too happy that I took potato chips off of Sister Anita's plate ("You stole food from a NUN, Milo!" she shouted).  Deddy's little people cousins also seemed to like me.  At first I wasn't sure what to make of them.  They were chasing me and clapping their hands and I thought, "What do they WANT from me?"  Mummy finally said, "Get a TOY, Milo, they are trying to PLAY with you" and I understood those words- PLAY and TOY.  Well, how should I have known?  The way they were running after me, I thought they wanted to kidnap me or something.  They were awfully persistent, you know, and those little people always seem to be infatuated with me.

All in all, Mummy says I was very well-behaved (except for the nun incident).  So hopefully, Santa will be extra good to me when he slides his big butt down the chimney!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas for the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/102918</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 19:49:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A Christmas card came today.  It was addressed to Mummy, Deddy and &quot;Sir Milo.&quot;  If I had thumbs I wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A Christmas card came today.  It was addressed to Mummy, Deddy and "Sir Milo."  If I had thumbs I would have opened it myself.  It was from our friend Joyce and her JRT's Buddy and Phoenix.  Christmas time is so exciting!  Mummy's students are so nice- some of them actually give me PRESENTS!  For the past three days Mummy has come home with a new toy in her bag for me.  I get to unwrap them, too!  Mummy took pictures of me opening the gifts so she could give them to her students as thank yous.  I got a flying saucer and a squeaky newspaper and some other toy that looks like a stick of dynamite.  KABOOM!  Neighbor Soosan also came over and brought me a WHOLE BAG of toys!  There were chewie sticks and swimmy toys and a cat with an elf suit on.  Mummy says people like to give me toys because I "uh-PREE-shee-8" them so much.  She says the sheer joy in my little dancing body is enough to make people want to buy me more toys.  This may be true, because I certainly cannot contain my excitement when I get a new toy.  

Tomorrow we are having COMPANY!  I love company!  I talk to everyone who comes through the door:  

WanttoplaywithmeWanttoseemytoysThisisIndridhe'sabugThisismytoySatan'sSeedMummyhatesitDoyouhaveanyfoodCanIhaveapotatochipHeythrowmyballandI'llcatchitYou'reniceIlikecompanyOhyoudroppedsomehamtoobadforyouThisisgreatPeopleshouldcomeoverallthetime!

This is Mummy and Deddy's first real party as married people.  I know this because they keep telling me and warning me to behave myself.  Well, if all of these people are visitors in MY palace, shouldn't THEY be the ones behaving??]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Snow!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/100872</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Dec 2005 09:28:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning I woke up and everything was WHITE.   &quot;Cool!&quot; I said.  Mummy did not go to school, eith ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning I woke up and everything was WHITE.   "Cool!" I said.  Mummy did not go to school, either, but Deddy went to work.  Mummy had to go outside and shovel, which is kind of like digging for treasure, I think.  Mummy keeps digging and digging until she can say, "Look!  I found the car!" or, "A-ha!  There's the sidewalk!  I see it under there!"  I like shoveling because I don't have to do it.  I just watch from my kingdom window high above.  "Mummy, you missed a spot over there," I will say, or, "Don't forget to shovel me a poopy path across the street!"  

After all of the shoveling was done, Mummy came inside to get me.  And I did what I always do when there is snow.  I barreled outside about a hundred miles an hour.  "OH THIS IS GLORIOUS!"  I said.  I jumped and bounced and got snow on my nose.  "I love snow!  Snow is fun!  I can jump!  I can flyyyy through it!  I feel like a gazelle!  I can bounce like a bunny!  This snow is great!  This snow is cold!  Oh, my, this snow is VERY COLD...this snow is starting to feel a little wet...uh, Mummy, I think this snow is starting to get stuck between my paw pads...this snow is really not pleasant...how am I supposed to poop in this..snow is everywhere...must get home...must get back to bed...snow sucks...no more snow...Mummy, pick me up...shivering now...cold taking over...must...go....back...inside!"

When we got back inside, Mummy gave me a biscuit and said I "lasted about 5 minutes out there."  I didn't appreciate her sarcasm.  But I forgot all about it the moment she took some warm towels out of the dryer to fold.  I climbed into the pile and plopped myself down there for the remainder of the morning.  Warm towelies can cure anything!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No More Pictures, Please</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/98259</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 19:08:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was our annual Christmas photo shoot!  Every year Mummy takes my picture for our Christmas ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was our annual Christmas photo shoot!  Every year Mummy takes my picture for our Christmas cards.  (well, last year she tried to have a professional do it, but that didn't work out so well).  Mummy always tries to think of a special place to pose me (one year she wrapped me in Christmas lights, another I was positioned strategically beneath the tree, near lots of shiny presents).  This year she wanted to pose me next to the fireplace, but if you've read any of my diary entries lately, you'll know THAT is an impossibility! (unless she wants my tail-end in the photo, running away at full speed!).  You might also recall that I hate clothing of any kind, but I agreed to let Mummy dress me in this red underwear-looking Santa contraption that only cost her a DOLLAR at Target (how humiliating!).  She called me downstairs and wanted me to sit on her new Santa welcome mat next to our fake mini Christmas tree.  I thought, "Does she have some kind of compensation for me?"  I checked out the scene and saw that she had some pretzels prepared as bribery.  All right, I thought, I will pose for some pretzels.  So I sat down next to the stupid tree.  It was kind of smelly from the attic so I didn't want to sit too close to it.  Mummy kept trying to get me to move over, but I kept moving farther away from it until the tree was almost alone in the shot.  "Milo, quit moving!" Mummy finally cried.  So I tried to sit still.  But the new welcome mat was scratchy against my heiny, so I stood up.  "No, sit back down," Mummy said.  I refused to sit on the mat (have YOU ever tried sitting on a welcome mat with your BARE BUTT?  No, I don't think so!).  Mummy tried to position her props differently, so I figured I would attempt to walk off while she was doing that.  "Milo, come back!"  Mummy cried.  I grabbed a pretzel because they were just sitting on the floor behind her.  "HEY!" she yelled.  At this point I was beginning to think pictures were kind of fun!  

Mummy moved our photo shoot over to the carpet because of the scratchy butt complaints from the mat.  My Santa-longjohns-underwear outfit was all twisted around my body so Mummy had to reposition it.   After about an hour and countless cracked pretzels, Mummy managed to get a few good shots of my handsomeness.  One of the best shots has me looking up with an innocent expression on my face.  But now you know that I am not staring at the star of Bethlehem or thinking about the Baby Jesus.  I am staring at the pretzel that Mummy is holding above the camera.  But, shhh!  No one else needs to know about that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Deddy's Little Buddha</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/98252</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 18:50:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is always asking why Deddy and I have such a special bond.  &quot;Is it a male thing?&quot; she asks.  &quot; ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is always asking why Deddy and I have such a special bond.  "Is it a male thing?" she asks.  "Is it because you both burp and fart?  Is it because you both like to sleep late and watch TV?"  True, these are all special qualities that Deddy and I share, but one of the main reasons that I have been following Deddy around is because he feeds me magical things. Where Mummy draws the line with food, Deddy erases it!  Take, for example, Monday evening.  Mummy could not understand why I was cuddling so close to Deddy, following him everywhere and begging for his attention.  It wasn't until later that she learned Deddy had given me a piece of turkey before he left for work that morning (now THAT'S the way to bond!!).  Deddy has openly shared many foods with me this week, including (but not limited to) turkey, stuffing, Budweiser Select (less calories!), and homemade rum candy balls.  Why, this evening he even let me chew on my very own hot wing while he held it for me (Mummy just about had a coronary.  "WHAT are you DOING?!"  she cried.)  I wish you could see Deddy prepare my dinner.  Mummy strategically measures out the correct mixture of Beneful dry food and Iams canned.  Then she sprinkles it with Biotin vitamin powder so my skin ALerJEEZ don't get bad.  Deddy, on the other hand, heaps MOUNTAINS of canned and dry food together, mashing it into a glorious slop.  (Oh, Deddy, where have you been all my life?)

Mummy was determined to win back my affection when she stayed home sick from school yesterday.  She was still in bed with me when Deddy was getting ready to leave for work.  "You're my special boy today," she said to me, "Let's show Deddy that you love me more."  Deddy came upstairs to say goodbye, and when he leaned over to kiss me goodbye, he slipped me another piece of turkey!  Mummy started yelling but Deddy was already out the door.  Sigh.  Isn't he wonderful?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little King Buddha</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/96819</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Nov 2005 15:32:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me explain a few things.  First of all, I'm a dog, and dogs have fur.  It gets colder in the win ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me explain a few things.  First of all, I'm a dog, and dogs have fur.  It gets colder in the winter time, so we need to grow our fur a little thicker in order to keep our little bodies warm.  I know you're thinking, "Everyone knows that!"  Well, my Mummy doesn't seem to know that.  Neither does Deddy!  The other day, Deddy poked me in the belly and said, "Hee hee hee" like that spooky little Pillsbury Dough Boy thing.  And then while Mummy and Deddy were cutting my nails, they started calling me "Little Buddha."  I am not a BOO-da!  Who do they think they are?  See, when Deddy cuts my nails, he has this technique where he props me up between the sofa cushions, like a little dolly (or so Mummy says).  So I sit on my back hind legs while Deddy cuts my nails and Mummy distracts me by feeding me little pieces of crunched up pretzels one after the other.  (I don't like getting my nails cut at all so I must admit that the distractions are necessary, and quite delicious, too).  So anyway, my point is, the POSITION I WAS SITTING IN made my belly APPEAR to be a little LARGER than it really was.  An illusion, really.  So as soon as they saw my round tubby belly in that sitting position, the name "Little Buddha" was born.  Tragic!  And I heard it all during Thanksgiving, too:  "No more turkey for you, Little Buddha," and, "I think you've had enough, Little Buddha."  No one seemed to notice that crazy cousin PeeWee seemed to have bulked up for the holidays, too (they were too busy yelling at him for standing on the kitchen counter).  Sigh.  Why is life so difficult?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good Dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/96781</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Nov 2005 12:08:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I guess you can only run from your past for so long.  If you've read any of my previous diary entrie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I guess you can only run from your past for so long.  If you've read any of my previous diary entries, then you know Mummy has been bugging me for ages to talk about some of my "ishoos."  It is true that my life now is glorious and I rule my own little kingdom with lots of toys and a great Mummy and Deddy.  But there are dark secrets in my little terrier past...I try not to revisit them if I can help it...but last  night, all of the memories came flooding back to me!  My Dogster page tells a little bit about my past, about the bad pet store and the rotten puppy mill where I was raised.  Mummy never knew much about my past, so she tried her best to research where I came from on the internet (how humiliating!).  A lady from an anti-puppy mill website helped Mummy, and one of the things that they found out was that there had been a fire at the puppy mill where I was born.  Many of the dogs died, but I lived, and the owner of the puppy mill was brought to trial.  Mummy has always believed that I remember some of these things, and last night she was sure of it.

When Mummy and Deddy got married, Deddy moved into our townhouse.  He was happy to see that we had a fireplace.  The only thing was, we never used it.  Mummy had actually taped it up with clear packing tape to keep the draft out.  So Deddy hired someone to clean the chimney out (good!  Now Santa can slide down it and deliver those toys he bought me for 75% off last year!  At least that's what Mummy says).  As soon as Deddy lit the fire, I got very frightened.  I paced around the house with my tail between my legs.  I sat shaking at the foot of the sofa.  I hid under the green chair and went back and forth out of the panic room.  I got especially frightened when the fire made a popping sound.  Mummy wrapped me in a blankie and held me close (just put out that horrible fire! I wanted to say).  After a while I felt better.  But Mummy knew it had to have been from my past.  My cousins JB and PeeWee are not afraid of the fire.  I don't know too many dogs who are.  At least not Jack Russells!  Mummy thought I was having flashbacks.  It was all very frightening.  Okay, so if you could all give a collective, "Awwww, poor Mr. Milo!" I would feel much better.  I think my condition improves with sympathy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>King Milo Looks for Trouble</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/94194</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 16:37:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well it's about time!  Mummy has been so busy lately that I have not been able to write my Dogster e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well it's about time!  Mummy has been so busy lately that I have not been able to write my Dogster entries.  She had these things at her school called KON-FUR-EN-SIZ.  I don't know what a konfurenss is but Mummy had to go back to school at night and talk to little people parents about little people.  What could they possibly be saying?  I can't imagine it being that interesting.  Sorry, but it's true.

And because Mummy hasn't been home that much, I haven't been able to take my usual long walks, so I haven't been able to see the lovely ladies of the neighborhood!!  It's all so tragic.

Anyway, I tried my best to entertain myself while Mummy was busy, but it sometimes got me into trouble, as you can imagine.  Mummy must have felt guilty about her sudden absences, because she bought me a toy from TAR-GIT (I have never been there but it must be a wonderful place!).  Anyway, it wasn't my fault that the toy she gave me fell apart.  It was so flimsy, and the seams were already ripping, so when I bit into it, the stuffing just kind of oozed out.  So I pulled out the insides just to make it easier to chew.  And then the squeaker popped out (whooppee!  it was like a little pinata!) so I had to play with it.  What was I supposed to do, leave it there?  Mummy was in the computer room, working hard on konfurenss planning, and I didn't want to disturb her.  So I took the squeaker and decided to play games with it.  I tried to make it fly, then I tried to cause it pain, then I made it beg for its life, then I smothered it in the blankets.  I guess all Mummy heard next was ---PLUNK-----.  Her voice suddenly echoed out of the computer room:  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MILO?  WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?"  When she came to look for me, she couldn't find me.  Then she noticed I was downstairs, looking up at her from the living room.  "What's going on, Milo?"  Mummy said from the top of the stairs.  I just looked at her (I mean, did she want me to answer?).  It wasn't long before she noticed the squeaker.  It was hanging from the lamp in the living room.  She saw it when she looked down at me over the banister.  The truth is, I was aiming for the staircase but I missed, and the squeaker bounced, fell off the banister, and landed in the lamp below.  I was glad because Mummy started to laugh.  "I made it fly, Mummy!" I said, wagging my tail, "Maybe you can talk about THAT during your little people konfurenss later!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ladies Love Cool Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/89623</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Nov 2005 18:47:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know where you all live, but where I live, the leaves are changing and everything is yellow, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know where you all live, but where I live, the leaves are changing and everything is yellow, red, and orange.  Some days have been very cold, and the snow birds (they're called juncos) have come back, which I know means winter is not far off.  But today was what they call an "In-DEE-in summer" or a really warm fall day (Mummy taught me that.  Isn't she a good teacher?).  There was this really pretty sunset (much obliged, Angel Impy and Angel Butchie, you did a lovely job with the paintbrushes this evening), so Mummy took me out for a well-deserved walk.  It wasn't long before we ran into my lovely, glorious, shining Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  Do you remember her?  She is my beautiful little shiba inu goddess who lives not far from my kingdom.  She has this habit of sitting up on her hind legs and waving her front paws at me, and that just drives me bonkers!  When I ran across the street to see her, she growled and bared her teeth at me.  "HELLO, Gorgeous!" I said. I just love her rage.  But it wasn't long before my interest started to drift elsewhere.  I love Yuki, yes, but I'm a king, after all, and I need variety.  Imagine my delight when I saw this precious little Jack Russell appearing in the distance.  She was a lot smaller than me, with darker features on her face.  She had a black spot on her back instead of a brown one like me.  Her mommy told us that her name was Stretch, and they had just moved here from HAWAII!  Mummy was ready to have a heart attack and this big long sentence came out of her mouth that sounded something like this:  
"YouarefromHawaiiWewentthereinAugustImissitsomuchIwanttogobackwhatonearthmakesyouwanttolivehereinsteadofthereIamjealousofyouwhereareyoufromtakemebackwithyou!!"
It was a little pathetic and I had to jump up on her and say, "Mummy!  Pull yourself together, you're embarrassing me!"  Anyway, I must admit, Stretch was quite a woman.  Mummy thought she was very sweet.  She had a red collar on with a silver tag that said "SPOILED."  I heard her mommy say that she might look sweet but she has actually KILLED squirrels, mice, birds and numerous other small creatures.  WOW!  A murderess!  The only things I have ever killed are bugs and my toys.  I was very torn about which lady I loved more.  It wasn't long before the ladies started fighting.  As soon as they saw each other, they bared their teeth and growled at each other, and then there was a lot of barking and anger.  "Ladies, ladies!" I said, "No need to argue.  Can't we all just get along?"  Just like the song says, love is  a many splintered twig.  Or is that splendid twig?  Or is that splendored fig?  Well, whatever.  Love is grand. My ladies are so special.  A murderess and a diva.  My babes.  Viva lamour!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Satan's Seed Blossoms!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/89615</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Nov 2005 18:27:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank God Halloween is over!  All of those little people coming to the door, banging, laughing, maki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank God Halloween is over!  All of those little people coming to the door, banging, laughing, making noise and taking delicious things from our kingdom!!!  I was very relieved that no giant bananas showed up this year, but I did see some tiny Batmen and a little person dressed like a pack of cards.  I just don't get it.  I was very upset all evening and even refused to eat my dinner.  Deddy kept telling me to "be a man," but like I said, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to behave when weird little people keep showing up at my door every five minutes demanding candy.

I am sad to say that there is some funny business going on around here lately, and it has nothing to do with Halloween.  If you read my last entry then you are aware that my favorite new toy vanished into thin air recently.  Mummy and Deddy call that toy "Satan's Seed" because it is small and irritating.  Anyway, I was walking past the cabinet in the living room yesterday and suddenly, I caught a whiff of something.  Sniff...sniff...sniff...I stopped dead in my tracks and lifted my nose toward the cabinet drawers.  Sniff...sniff..sniff...Could it be?  "MUMMY!!"  I started yelping.  "MUMMY GET IN HERE QUICK!"  Mummy came into the room and saw my nose in the air, sniffing towards the drawers and she suddenly seemed a little uncomfortable.  "Move it along, Milo, nothing to see here," she said.  Hey!  Those Jedi mind tricks don't work on me.  "Mummy!"  I said again, pacing and sniffing the air.  "It's here, it's here!  I smell my toy!  I smell SATAN'S SEED!!"  Mummy finally sighed and opened the drawer of the cabinet.  THERE IT WAS!  Oh my!  Satan's Seed, alive and well and sitting in the top drawer of the cabinet.  I don't know how it got there, but I sure was glad to see it again. I proceeded to throw it in Mummy and Deddy's faces for the next three hours.  Now I wonder if that cabinet drawer is magical.  Do you think more toys will appear there?  If you close the drawer and open it again, will more lost toys appear?  Every now and then, Mummy will find me sitting beneath the drawer now, so she has to open it and show me that no more toys have appeared.  But I'm not going to give up hope.  Magic is a powerful thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Intruder in the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/88050</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 18:43:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night Mummy let me out for my final peepee, and the moment she flicked the light on, I started  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Mummy let me out for my final peepee, and the moment she flicked the light on, I started flipping out.  There was an ANIMAL out there!!  Now Mummy doesn't speak my langwij, but she certainly knew what I was saying as soon as she heard me.  Her ears heard this:  YIPE!  YIPE! YIPEYIPEYIPEYIPE!  ARF!  ARF!  YIPYYIPE!  (for those of you who are acquainted with Jack Russell Terriers, you know what kind of sound I mean.  We all have our own particular pitch, of course, but you get the general idea).  Anyway, what I was really saying was, CREATURE!!!!  OH MY GOD!  MUMMY!!  I SEE A CREATURE!  CREATURE!  Oh, and it's ugly, geez...IT'S MOVING!  LET ME GO GET IT!  LET ME  I don't know what I'll do to it but LET ME TRY SOMETHING!!!!  Mummy was afraid to let me outside (I'm sure she knew the destruction that I could rain down on this poor invader) so we watched IT crawl across the fence for a little while.  Mummy said IT was an OHpossum.  I decided the OHpossum was doomed, and that I was already planning its demise.  Have you seen Star Wars?  Because I plan on battling that OHpossum much like Yoda with his light saber.  I know we will cross paths again, and next time he won't be so lucky!

Tonight was spa night.  Deddy helped to give me a tubby and wash inside my ears.  Now I am air drying.  How relaxing!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Can't Fool the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/87493</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:06:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There are signs everywhere.  I see them- the orange pumpkins on doorsteps, the frazzled look on Mumm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There are signs everywhere.  I see them- the orange pumpkins on doorsteps, the frazzled look on Mummy's face when she comes home from school, the hyper little people in our neighborhood, the giant blow-up spider thingie on our neighbor's lawn- Halloween is COMING!!  I do NOT like Halloween one bit and Mummy has tried very hard not to mention it around me, but I can see the signs.  Soon the doorbell will be ringing non-stop and we will have to give yummy things to the little people.  Some of those little people look pretty scary when they come to the door, too.  One of them was dressed like a giant banana last year.  So tell me, please, how am I supposed to react when a giant banana comes to the door?

I should have known it was Halloween because other weird things have been happening around here, too.  Mummy recently bought me a little toy from PetCo.  It is a tiny little squishy ball, but not really a ball because it's kind of flat, and it has a face on it.  It looks kind of like a big button and it's about the size of a golf ball.  This toy is now my personal favorite!  Because it's so small, I can shove it under the sofa and cry till someone comes to fish it out for me, or I can throw it on Mummy's laptop computer while she is typing, or stick it in Deddy's armpit while he is sleeping.  Deddy says it is the worst toy Mummy has ever bought me.  Mummy calls it "Satan's Seed."  
I have no idea what this means.  All I know is that I had it in bed with me last night, and when I woke up, it was GONE!  Vanished!  I looked everywhere but it was nowhere to be found.  I said once before that this kingdom might be haunted because my toys often disappear, so this has to be proof!  

Of course, there is a slim chance that my kingdom is NOT haunted, so I thought I would put a little "Lost Ad" here on Dogster just in case anyone sees it.  So here it is:

LOST:  King Milo's new favorite toy.  Yellow with goofy face on it.  Also goes by the name "Satan's Seed."  Squishy, small, and irritating.  Can easily frustrate mummies and deddies if thrown at them numerous times.  If found, please return to King Milo of Milo's Kingdom.  Reward.  Wait, no, forget the reward part.  If found, just give it back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Boy Who Would Be King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/85654</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 15:03:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There are moments when Mummy insists that I am really a little boy in a dog costume.  There are many ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There are moments when Mummy insists that I am really a little boy in a dog costume.  There are many reasons for this, but one of them is the connection I have to the Little People.  If you look in my older Dogster entries, you can read about the Little People daycare center down the street from us.  And sometimes when we see Little People while we're walking, they talk to me as if I can answer them.  The other day we saw a little girl person taking a walk with her Deddy.  He was carrying her on his shoulders.  I stopped and watched them, wondering why Mummy didn't carry me like that.  Mummy doesn't like when I stare at people (she  says this is 'rood'), but I couldn't help it.  Mummy tried to get me to walk away, but I wouldn't budge.  The little girl person said to her deddy, "Why isn't that doggy walking? Is he tired?"    Mummy called out to the little person:  "I think he is waiting for a piggyback ride like you're getting!"  She laughed. But then Mummy muttered something to me about my  "blatant defiance" and being a "rooty toots" again.

Later on we saw my weimeraner friend Link.  Something is wrong with Link.  I think he is turning into a giant, like in that beanstalk story.  He is just a puppy.  But the last time I saw him he was small, and now he is BIG.  Is he supposed to grow so fast?  What if he gets so big that he takes over the whole kingdom?!  And he has these huge paws that he uses to swing right hooks at you when you're not looking.  I rolled over in the grass to play with him and he started touching my privates with his huge paws so I didn't want to play with him anymore.  Link's mommy seemed a little distraught by his newfound strength.  She was talking about Mummy and asking her about me and where she took me to doggy school.  Link's mommy said, "Your boy is always so well behaved," and then she started laughing when she realized she called me a boy.  Mummy said, "My boy?  You mean my son?  The one in the dog costume?"  I didn't say anything, of course.  I like to keep them guessing, after all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pre and Post Deddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/85416</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 17:59:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy insists that things are getting terribly unfair for her around this kingdom.  I don't believe  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy insists that things are getting terribly unfair for her around this kingdom.  I don't believe this at all, so I decided to write down Life Before Deddy ("Pre-Deddy") and Life After Deddy ("Post-Deddy") so that she could see how ridiculous she is being.

PRE-DEDDY:
Mummy and I wake up together and have breakfast.  She takes me a for a short morning walk before she goes to teach at school.  I do my morning poopy and get a treat.  After school I greet Mummy at the top of the stairs.  We go for a longer walk together.  Mummy makes my dinner and we eat together.  After dinner I play with Mummy, then curl up next to Mummy in bed and go to sleep.

POST-DEDDY:
Deddy wakes up after Mummy, so I stay sleeping with Deddy while Mummy goes downstairs to have breakfast.  Mummy eats alone and will then call me downstairs to have leftover cereal milk and go out for a morning peepee.  I go for a quick peepee on the front lawn and then insist on going back inside without pooping or walking more than 6 feet from the palace.  I know Deddy is still sleeping in the toasty warm bed inside and I must go back to join him.  Mummy leaves for school and I stay in bed with Deddy.  I will later have breakfast with him in the kitchen. Mummy comes home from work but I am too tired to get up.  I wait for her to come upstairs to wake me up.  We go for a long walk (if I feel like it).  Mummy makes my dinner but I don't eat it.  Deddy comes home and I run around in circles, yelping and wagging my tail to greet him.  I run and have dinner.  After dinner I play with Deddy and then we get ready for bed.  I curl up next to Deddy on his side of the bed and then I go to sleep.

So there you go.  I don't see what on earth Mummy is talking about.  Do you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Feelings Make Me Feel Bad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/84830</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 19:30:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am sorry to say that I have hurt my dearest Mummy's feelings.  I didn't mean to.  In fact, if you  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am sorry to say that I have hurt my dearest Mummy's feelings.  I didn't mean to.  In fact, if you ask me, I think she is being a little too sensitive.  You see, Mummy makes my dinner every night, but I won't eat it until Deddy comes home from work.  Deddy goes to his friend's house one night a week for pizza, and even though he comes home late on that night, I still won't eat until he arrives.  Mummy usually has to move my food dish upstairs, but even then I try to wait for Deddy, which puts me back at my trendy after hours eating.  And Mummy has also started to realize that the way I greet her when she comes home after school is very different from the way I greet Deddy.  When Mummy comes home, the house is silent.  She can walk around, open the mail, go to the bathroom, clean up the kitchen, and I will still be upstairs, sleeping away.  I don't usually get up because I know she'll come upstairs and drag me off of the pillow to take our walk.  But when Deddy comes home, that's a different story!  I bark, I cry with joy, I sprint around the house and yelp.  And when I am done with this display, then I will go and eat my food in the kitchen.  This is starting to upset Mummy, I think.  She says the "novelty" of having a new Deddy will "wear off" for me soon.  What does this mean?  I certainly don't know.  All I know is that my Deddy is the greatest thing since flavored chewsticks and I am sure to let him know it.

And if Mummy thinks her feelings are hurt, then she should just recall the other night when she stuck a note in my collar for me to bring downstairs to Deddy.  I did not like this one bit!  I am not a carrier pigeon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting for &quot;The Window&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/83749</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 06:43:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy came bursting through the door after school yesterday, shouting, &quot;MILO!  MILO!  Come on, hurry ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy came bursting through the door after school yesterday, shouting, "MILO!  MILO!  Come on, hurry, let's go peepee!  It's not raining!  Hurry!!"  I did not like all that yelling one bit, so I stayed put on the bed until Mummy came upstairs to get me.  She seemed to be very excited that it was not raining (for the time being, at least) and she said we needed to take advantage of that and get outside while we could.  She called that short moment in between the rain "a window."  She says that stands for "Window of Opportunity."  We went outside to peepee and Mummy sure was right, because after a few minutes the rain started to fall again, so I guessed our window was closing.  

They say it has been raining for seven days straight here.  It feels more like seven years if you ask me.  The other night during a pouring rainstorm, Deddy noticed that I hadn't eaten dinner. "Milo, are you sick?"  he asked.  Mummy looked up from her laptop computer.  She had actually moved my food bowl into the living room in hopes that I would eat it if I had company (my food bowl is normally in the kitchen).  But I still hadn't touched it.  "He's not sick," Mummy said.  I glared at her.  How did she know I was not sick?  Maybe I was feeling a little faint, how did she know?  "Milo, I know what you're doing, so eat your food," she said.  Mummy had figured out my plan.  I was trying to delay eating because I knew that eating = pooping.  And pooping, at that moment, would mean traveling outside into that monsoon.  I finally did eat my dinner at 10pm (very trendy, if I do say so myself.  I think a lot of New Yorkers eat late, too). That way I was able to delay pooping until the next morning when the rain was a little lighter.  

In case you have been wondering about my lovely Princess Yuki lately, Mummy said she saw her the other night, taking a walk in the dark.  She said she had a flashing red collar on to help her be seen (just like a true diva!).  It's unusual for my Yuki to be out in the dark, so the only thing I can think of is that she had found her window, too.  Ya gotta take them while you can get them!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Great Poopy Protest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/82746</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 16:16:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was thinking about going to the liberry.  Mummy talks about the liberry sometimes.  She says there ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was thinking about going to the liberry.  Mummy talks about the liberry sometimes.  She says there are lots of books there that you can take home for free, and that you can learn lots of things from reading them.  I would like to learn how to build a boat.  Maybe an ark.  And I would like to know how to do this with simple household items like milk jugs and tree branches.  I thought I could figure out how to do this if I read a liberry book about it.  Are you wondering why I want to build a boat?  Well, it won't stop raining here!!  Don't get me wrong, I can't complain.  I know there are doggies suffering out there from Hurricane Rita and Hurricane Katrina.  I just want to learn how to deal with it.  Two nights ago we were sitting on the sofa in our living room and the rain was POURING down outside.  All of a sudden we heard PLOOP PLOOP PLOOP and we realized the ceiling was leaking!!  So Mummy got a bowl and I sat and watched the water go PLOOP PLOOP into it.  It stopped after a while, but it was pretty weird to watch water ploop from our ceiling.  I thought this castle was supposed to be sturdy?!

I know other dogs in the area are also having trouble dealing with this rain.  I don't know about you, but when it's raining, I certainly do NOT want to go outside and poop in it.  I mean, would you?  This past weekend, I went on a poopy protest, and so did most of the dogs in our kingdom area.  I would not poop for a day and half, not until that rain stopped!  When we finally emerged on Monday afternoon, after the rain had subsided, we saw some of our old friends.  My ex-girlfriend Emma's mommy said she would not poop either and that it had been 36 hours since she went!  Emma and I have the amazing ability to withhold pooping for long periods of time,  but others are not so talented.  I raise my kingdom flag half-mast for Uncle Budday, who pooped in his parents' living room, and crazy cousin PeeWee, who pooped in Aunt Laura's kitchen.  The worst part is that he didn't tell her, and she wound up stepping in it.  Never a good thing.  Cousin Ralphie pooped on his mom's newly installed carpet.  I could go on and on with tragic poopy protest tales, but I would like to get started on building my new boat.  I am going to call it the S.S. Milo and of course, I will be the captain.  Mummy says this is fine as long as I will sail her back to Hawaii.  All aboard!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dr. Milo - &quot;The Doctor is In!&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/81623</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Oct 2005 17:17:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy would not want me to tell you this, but she has been a real mess lately!  She hurt her lower b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy would not want me to tell you this, but she has been a real mess lately!  She hurt her lower back somehow (I swear I did NOT do it), maybe from teaching because she has to stand all day.  Who knows?  All I know is that Mummy came home from school yesterday and she was limping and holding her back.  She lay down on the sofa and put the heating pad under her back.  I said, "Don't worry, Mummy, I'll take care of you!"  So the first thing I did was bring her my wet and slimy chewstick.  I threw it on her lap but she didn't seem to want it.  Then I thought maybe she needed some reassurance.  So I climbed on top of her and sat right on her chest.  "See, Mummy, your little king is right here for you!"  I said.  But Mummy just kind of coughed and said, "Milo, get off!  I can't breathe!" I tried climbing up next to her head instead, but then she said, "MILO!  We both can't fit in this small space!  Go sit by Deddy!"  But, nope, I was not going anywhere.  I was going to stay right by my Mummy until she felt better.  "Here, Mummy, I'll just move over by your tummy...if you could just let me sit...just move your arm a little...maybe I can squish in here...oops, I stepped on the TV remote.  You weren't watching that channel were you?...okay, this spot looks good right here next to your lap...there we go, perfect!"  I looked up at Mummy and she was glaring at me but I knew that was just from the back pain.  I tried throwing the milky wet chewstick at her again but she must not have wanted it because she threw it on the floor.  I was all for taking care of my Mummy but then it started to get really hot on that sofa.  "Uh, Mummy, this heating pad thing is really hot," I said, panting, "Is there like a control button on it or something?  Can I just turn it down?  Oops, my leg is caught on the cord.  I'm just going to tug it a bit.  Uh-oh, did that need to be plugged into the wall?  I'll tell you what, I'm going to sit down here on the floor where it's cooler.,  You call me if you need me."  But I guess Mummy was feeling better after a while because she didn't call me.  And how perfect that she left the milky wet chewstick on the floor for me because I just picked it up and chewed away.  Mummy sure is lucky to have a little caretaker like me.  I don't know what she would do without me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Your Map of the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/80545</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Oct 2005 17:52:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In honor of the Fall and all of the road trips people take, here it is, your very own handy dandy ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In honor of the Fall and all of the road trips people take, here it is, your very own handy dandy map of Milo's Kingdom.  If you ever come to visit, you should tape this to your dashboard so you don't get lost, and so you can find all of my favorite spots.  

-------------------------------------- A MAP OF THE KINGDOM OF MILO----------------------------------------
---------------------------------------- by King Milo of Milo's Kingdom---------------------------------------------
KEY:
********=road
////////=grass or yard areas
______=sidewalk
++++++=bridge
________________________________________________________________________

********/////////////////////////////// The Meadow///////////////////////////////
******** /////////////////////////// (a.k.a. â€œMy Kingdomâ€)//////////////////////////
********|///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
********| good peepee spot//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
********|_____|_________________________________________________
**********************************************************************************
********************************************************************************
R**********   _________|___________________________|__________|____
O   ******** |       Apolloâ€™s Lair  //////////////////////////// King Miloâ€™s /////Neighbor Soosan's
A   ********  (Beware! Heâ€™s mean!)  /////////////////////////Palace /////////House (and Daisy too)             
D   ******** |////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************|///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************|//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************|////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************|â€œThe Grottoâ€////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
************| (Mummy's nickname for my favorite poopy spot)/////////////////////
 *********** |______________////////////////////////////////////////////////
*******************************|//////////////////////////////////////////////
******************************  |/////////////////////////////////////////////
 ROAD************************  my ex-girlfriend Emmaâ€™s
  (do not cross!)****************  house.  This is where I used to
*******************************  see her in the window (sigh!)
*******************_______________|____________
 |***************** |/////////////////////////////////////|
 |***************** |/////////////////////////////////////|
 |***************** |///////////////////////********//////
Little People****       ///////////////////////********//////
Inmates Center****////////////////////////*******//////
(crushed cookies**//////////////////////////**////////
often found in lot)//////////////////////////**++++++     The Woods
********************************************/////////  (shortcut bridge)
******************//The Corner//////////////////////
**************(where I often play with Link)//////////
*************////////////////////////////////////////
*********************************************************************************
*************Dangerous Road!  Always wait for Mummy to say "Go!"****************
***********************************************************************************
___________________________________________________________________
////// Follow this walk to Bike Path /////////////////////////////// Princess Yuki's Palace///////////
////////and Ducky River  /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Me n' My Deddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/78480</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Sep 2005 17:28:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had special quality time with Deddy today.  He took me to the dog park while Mummy was helping Aun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had special quality time with Deddy today.  He took me to the dog park while Mummy was helping Aunt Laura sell her artwork at an art show.  Mummy didn't know that Deddy was going to take me to the park, so when he called her to tell her, I could hear her on the phone, saying things like, "Did he behave himself?  Did he play nicely?  Did you make sure he drank plenty of water?  Did he sit down in the car?  You didn't let him sit on your lap while you were driving, did you?"  Geez, Mummy!  As you can see from the new photo above, I was sitting securely in the passenger seat of Deddy's truck (Deddy took that picture with his cell phone).  Although his truck is a little messy and I am sitting on newspaper for some reason.

Mummy was very happy to see us when she came home.  She made me dinner, but when I went over to eat it I was distracted by something floating in my water dish.  "Mummy!  There's a sea monster in my bowl!" I cried.  But Mummy assured me that it wasn't a sea monster at all, it was just a baby centipede that fell in there and drowned.  For a moment that gave me a brilliant idea, and I asked Mummy if we could build a moat around the palace and keep centipede sea monsters in there to keep intruders away (especially the UPS man and that little boy person down the road who always throws snowballs at our front door in the winter time).  Needless to say, Mummy was not too fond of the moat idea, but I think I may be able to convince Deddy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ode to Ducky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/77200</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 19:06:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy took me on the Super Walk yesterday.  It was such a nice day that we decided to walk the bike  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy took me on the Super Walk yesterday.  It was such a nice day that we decided to walk the bike path as far as we could, and that meant alllll the way to the river.  There's this great spot where the river turns into a brook and I can hop across the rocks and jump in the water.  Mummy and I met a little girl person and her deddy playing there.  The little girl ignored Mummy entirely but she said to me, "I AM CHASING A GRASSHOPPER!" (Not only do the little people talk right to me as if I can answer them, but they tend to speak in a very loud voice, as if maybe I can't hear them or something).  So I got to meet a little person, swim in the wilderness, AND the best part of all was that I saw duckies!  I had never seen ducks before. Big fatso Canadian Geese, yes, but never ducks.  I was bewildered by them at first, then fascinated, then obsessed and I tried very hard to catch them.  So here is a poem that I have written, dedicated to our fine feathered friends. I call it, "Ode to Ducky."

Ode to Ducky
by King Milo of Milo's Kingdom 

Duck, duck, ducky
I like to watch you swim.
Splash and waddle with your green head,
you make me jump right in.
I paddle through the brook
chasing your quacking head,
Do I want to play with you or do I wish you dead?

Trying to outsmart me
you fly off in a flut and a flotter
you think you've won
but the joke's on you
'cause I went peepee in your water.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Another Day at the Dog Park</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/76690</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 06:35:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When Mummy got home from school yesterday, she said, &quot;Milo, it was so hot at school today and there  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When Mummy got home from school yesterday, she said, "Milo, it was so hot at school today and there were flies and sweaty little people heads and I felt like I was in a third world country, so let's go to the dog park!"  Woo-hoo!  I jumped off of my monstrosity of a bed and followed Mummy as she packed up some water bottles, treats, poopy bags, a cell phone and some Advil.  She also grabbed The Greatest Toy in the World, my GIANT tennis ball (it's as big as a basketball).  Mummy keeps it on a special shelf, waaaaay up high in the closet because it makes me go a little insane if I see it.  So needless to say, she had some trouble keeping me under control in the car because I was trying to whack that ball all over the back seat.  

When we got to the dog park it was just me and our friend Zoey, who is a pug.  Mummy's friend Melissa owns two pugs, Zoey and Ziti.  They are both very nice but ever since I snapped at Zoey over a treat, we practice what I call, "indifference."  That means we will be civil to one another but, hey, you know, that's as far as the friendship will go.  So anyway, I was having a grand old time playing with The Greatest Toy in the World, even though my mouth was getting clogged up with leaves and tennis ball strings.  And it was VERY hot, so Zoey and I took lots of breaks on the bench.  After a while another dog arrived, and his name was Sampson.  The chances of this are probably one in a million, but Sampson turned out to be what is known as a "Pug Russell."  He was half-pug, half-JRT.  Imagine that!  He was very cute but somewhat laboratory creationish if you ask me.  And I only say this because he seemed a little off-balance and kept trying to swim in the water dish.  I stood next to him at one point as he was standing there splashing the water all over me.  He looked like he was trying to dig through the bowl to get to the other side or something.  "Uh, you know you can't swim in that.  It won't work," I tried to tell him.  But he didn't listen.  Another little Jack Russell soon arrived and his name was Louie.  He was a lot smaller than me and had hair that stood up only on the back of his neck.  He also had ears that stood straight up (like my cousin JB) which made him look somewhat like a little wild boar with razorback fur.  

So after about an hour I had had enough of Razorback Louie and Sampsonstein's Monster and it was time to go home.  Mummy gathered up The Greatest Toy in the World and I said goodbye to my friend Zoey and Melissa and headed home to have dinner with Mummy and wait for my beloved Deddy.  But I was happy that I made some new friends.  What a glorious day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Food Tragedy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/76102</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 18:47:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>TRAGIC.  That's the only word I can use to describe tonight's entry.  Such tragedy.  Such tragic eve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ TRAGIC.  That's the only word I can use to describe tonight's entry.  Such tragedy.  Such tragic events.  The life of a king is so difficult!  

Yesterday Mummy was in the kitchen making my dinner.  I was not with her, of course, because I was upstairs on my GIGANTICUS new bed, staring down at everyone below me, barking at passerby and basically just being royal.  All of a sudden, I heard Mummy say, "Oh no..." (which is never a good sign), so I ran downstairs to see what was wrong.  That's when I saw the most horrifying thing you can imagine:  Mummy was THROWING AWAY my bag of Beneful dog food!  The whole bag!!!  She just took it and carried it outside to the trash and left it there!  Then she started going through my dog biscuit boxes and throwing those out too!  MUMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!  I gasped.  That's when Mummy told me there had been a "food tragedy" and that some kind of moths had spread inside my brand new bag of Beneful.  At first I did not see the big deal.  I mean, I am a bug hunter by trade, and moths are quite delicious if you ask me.  That's just like having a little garnish in the food, so why would I care about that?  But Mummy insisted I could not eat it, that the moths had made little cocoony things and webbing was all throughout the bag.  She said PetCo was going to hear about this because that's where she bought the food and it was already in the bag when she opened it so the little wormy-moths-to-be must have crawled in there.  She was afraid they were going to spread to my biscuit boxes too so she got rid of a lot of those just to be safe.  Then she tapped into my "reserve supply" of dog food (the emergency can she always keeps in the closet in case I run out of food) so I would have something to eat (thank goodness!!).  But I had to watch my beloved bag of Beneful drive away in the back of the monster garbage truck with all of the other scary black bags that sit on everyone's curbs each week.  TRA-JUH-DEE.

So I decided to help Mummy write the complaint letter to our local PetCo to tell them about their infected food.  Here is what I have drafted up so far:

Dear Local PetCo in NJ (Mummy says we must be fair and that not all PetCos are mothy and that maybe probably it's just you),
I am very upset with you.  Mummy threw out the Beneful because of you.  There were worms and webs and moths in the bag (I don't mind the moths though, just so you know, but Mummy does).  Please clean up your store and put some of those moth trap thingies out so this won't happen again.  Or I would be happy to offer my bug-hunting services (for a small fee) to catch as many of them as I can for you.  But I warn you that my services aren't cheap.  OK that's it I guess.  Goodbye Local PetCo in NJ people.  
Frum, King Milo of Milo's Kingdom (you can find me in the upstairs window if you need me)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Poopy of Mr. Hide</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/75030</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Sep 2005 06:57:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a secret to tell you.  If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone else.  Promise?  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a secret to tell you.  If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone else.  Promise?  Okay.  My cousin J.B., the one who is always, always good, who never does anything bad to anyone or anything (except for that time she killed a baby bird, but that doesn't count because she thought it was a squeaky toy), anyway, she has been...changing.  I don't know how else to explain it.  Now I wasn't there, so I am only telling you what Mummy told me, but from what I can make of it, J.B. has become like Jekyll and Hide!

You see, her crazy brother PeeWee can be a lot to deal with, but she usually handles him pretty well.  According to Mummy, that wasn't the case yesterday.  I was home recovering from my playdate with Link and Emma (which I will tell you about in a few minutes) and Mummy and Deddy went to Aunt Laura's to celebrate Grampa's birthday (all I asked was that they bring me a piece of cake.  And do you think they did it?  Of course not...) and PeeWee was tormenting JB by trying to get the ball she was playing with.  In the blink of an eye, she started chasing after him, and when she finally caught him, she wrestled him to the ground and tried to bite him.  Mummy said it looked like she was trying to tear his guts out!  All I could think was "That's not good."

I do have two theories about her behavior, of course.  One is that crazy PeeWee finally pushed her just a bit too far.  Maybe something inside her just snapped and she said, "I have had it with the crazy-haired half-brother of mine!"  The other theory has to do with her poop disorder.  There is no nice way to put this, J.B. actually eats her own poopy sometimes (I know, gross, right?).  Aunt Laura said it's a disease or something.  I mean, I like to roll in wild poopy, but I have never tried to eat it and I certainly wouldn't eat my own (even I have my limits!).  So my theory is that maybe there was something bad in the last batch of poopy that J.B. snacked on.  Maybe it was evil poopy that made her transform into "crabby J.B.", like Jekyll and Hide.  I'll have to keep you updated on my revelations.

And I know you are probably wondering how my playdate went on Friday.  It was so much fun!  Mostly uneventful,though.  It was me, Link, my ex-girlfriend Emma, and another puppy named Toffee.   None of us seemed to know what to do with all the space we had, and I mostly chose to be a casual observer rather than wrestle with Link and Toffee.  All the fun ended when a big black dog named Scout arrived and started playing rough.  Link's mom freaked out and carried Link home, saying she couldn't handle seeing him being roughed up.  Link is a weimeraner puppy and weighs about four times as much as I do.  He can't quite seem to figure out why he is growing so fast and why his paws are so large.  He walks like he's not used to his own body yet.  It was kinda funny to see his mom carry him away under his arms with his big, floppy ears blowing in the wind.  We are going to try to meet up at the park again next week.  Mummy was very proud of me and says maybe next time we can even bring my SpongeBob ball to play with.  Woo-hoo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ch-ch-ch-changes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/74395</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2005 19:55:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;All things must change, to something new, to something strange.&quot;  I heard that once somewhere, and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "All things must change, to something new, to something strange."  I heard that once somewhere, and I think it is very true.  I am so glad that I have a Deddy now.  I love Jimmy soooo much, but I must admit that things have changed a lot since he moved in.  The Panic Room, of course, has been transformed.  I am much more content to lie ON the bed now instead of UNDER it.  Although I did rearrange my tunnels appropriately just in case I must retreat.  Our bed is SO BIG now- so big that I feel the need to invite all of my toy friends to join me up here on a daily basis.  When Mummy comes home from school, she always giggles when she sees that I have brought my "friends" upstairs while everyone was at work.  Today she found me on the bed surrounded by Edric the Headless Eel, Fausto, Red Bone and Fish-n-Poi Ant (Mummy gave me FishNPoi after she came back from Hawaii).  

Our living room has also changed.  Jimmy's GIANT TV and GIANT sofa moved in.  (Why is all his furniture so big?)  Mummy put away a lot of her stuffed teddy bears and toys.  When I asked her why she was doing that she said it was because she had to grow up now and that she had too much STUFF.  And for a while, with Deddy's added things, we actually had more than one sofa in the living room (Deddy called it "stadium seating").  I sat up on the stairs and watched as they moved all the furniture around.  Mummy looked very upset because she likes everything in order and our kingdom was anything but!  I like all the changes.  Everything is bigger and more comfortable. Much more dog friendly!  It's like a big playground.  I think Mummy is having some trouble, though,  because she liked all her little girlie things and she lived alone for a long time before Deddy arrived.  I think it is hard for her to get used to the changes.  I told her, "If I can get rid of the Panic Room, Mummy, then you can get rid of a few teddy bears and girlie decorations."   Geez!

Speaking of girlies, Mummy said she saw my glorious Princess Shiny Penny Yuki when she was going to the food store with Deddy yesterday.  She said Yuki was on the corner of the block with her mommy, and they were talking to my ex-girlfriend Emma and her mom.  This does not stress me out in the slightest, since Emma and I have a completely "plate-tonic" relationship now (as Mummy says).  Mummy said Yuki looked very pretty and that she was wearing a little red harness.  I was happy that Deddy got to see her too.  Mummy said she grabbed Deddy by the shoulder (he was driving) and said, "Look!  There's Yuki!  There's Milo's little princess, do you see her?"  Deddy was just as excited and said, "So that's her, huh?"  And Mummy said, "Yes, isn't she pretty?"  Mummy said Deddy was impressed with my choice in "the ladies."  I am hoping that maybe Emma's mom asked Yuki to come to our next playdate meeting on Friday.  Can you imagine if I get to run free with her in the park?  I'll never leave!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Very Own Playdate (it's even on the calendar!)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/74082</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Sep 2005 19:40:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>GUESS WHAT?!  I got a PHONE CALL yesterday!  My very own phone call.  You will never believe who it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ GUESS WHAT?!  I got a PHONE CALL yesterday!  My very own phone call.  You will never believe who it was.  It was Emma's mom.  You know, Emma, my ex-girlfriend with the Muppet paws and purple sweater and bald spots where she chews her fur off?  Anyway, her mom asked if I wanted to have a playdate on Friday at the local dog park.  Mummy was a little embarrassed because she didn't even know there WAS a local dog park (it's one of those fenced in areas where dogs can run free!).  Emma's mom said that Link, the weimeraner puppy down the street, was also going to join us.  I like Link.  He's pretty cool.  So I said, "Yeah, Mummy!  Let's go!  Emma and I are still friends and Link's acceptable (at least until he grows up).  Why not?"  So it's set that we are going to play together tomorrow!  The only problem is that Mummy seems a little concerned about this.  True, I do have some trouble getting along with other dogs.  And Mummy was quick to point out that this is the first invitation we received from a dog that is not related to us.  "No growling and no fighting!" were the two rules she gave me.  She said if I fail to follow these rules she will scoop me up and we will leave immediately, "never to return again."  I don't know why she has to be so dramatic about it!  I am very excited about this but Mummy is a nervous wreck.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Search for Princess Yuki</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/73861</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Sep 2005 20:38:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When Mummy came home from school today I asked her if I could wear my bowtie on our afternoon walk.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When Mummy came home from school today I asked her if I could wear my bowtie on our afternoon walk.  She refused, stating that my bowtie was only for Christmas or special occassions.  Hmph.  I had been planning all day to make a desperate search for my Princess Yuki, and as far as I was concerned, that IS a special occassion!!

So I let the bowtie thing slide and I headed out the door with Mummy.  Halfway down the street we ran into Emma, my ex-girlfriend.  "Look, Emma, you're really nice and everything and you know how much I like your pretty purple sweater," I told her, "and I'm happy your hair grew back- I mean, this has nothing to do with the fact that you were bald for a little while- I just need some space, you know?"  Emma didn't seem to mind.  She is very easy-going, after all.  Although I will miss her little Muppet paws.  So I said goodbye to Emma and dashed down the street.  Mummy was just bewildered as to why I was running so fast down the sidewalk.  I had an agenda!!

When we got to the corner of the block, past the little people daycare center, I stopped and stared across the road to the spot where I had last seen my glorious Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  Mummy started to laugh when she realized what I was doing.  "What are you doing, Milo?" she asked.  "Yuki's not over there."  But when she looked up, she DID see Yuki across the street!  "Well, how about that.  She is there after all," Mummy said.  So we headed towards Yuki.  But as we got closer, we realized it wasn't her.  It was a Pomeranian.  "Who the heck are you?" I said, stopping dead in my tracks.  "Where is my Princess Yuki?"  The Pomeranian didn't even want to talk to me, and frankly, I didn't want to talk to her either, so after she walked away with her owner, I decided to go on a quest for my Yuki.  I dragged Mummy along behind me, running past all of the condos.  "What are you DOING Milo?  Are you seriously searching for her?  I don't know where she lives," Mummy said.  Mummy finally told me I was being ridiculous and that we were going home.  She just doesn't understand how much I love Princess Shiny Penny Yuki.  "But MUMMY" I said, "I want to marry her and make her my queen and then we can have little YukiMilo babies together!"  Mummy raised an eyebrow at this but I didn't care.  I am the color of rice pudding and Yuki is the color of a shiny copper penny so our babies will be like hot chocolate colored or something.  I will name them Milo 1 and Milo 2 and Milo 3 and so on.  Sigh.  Wouldn't that just be fabulous?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad to the Bones</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/73436</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Sep 2005 08:00:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we went to Gramma and Grampa's house for a barbeque.  My cousins JB and crazy PeeWee were  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we went to Gramma and Grampa's house for a barbeque.  My cousins JB and crazy PeeWee were there.  PeeWee has out-of-control hair (he is a cross with a wire-coated or "rough haired" JRT).  Aunt Laura shaves him in the summer so he is a little smoother, but he seems to have grown more hair around his mouth and it kind of looks like a moustache now.  Anyway, let it be known right now that yesterday's events were all his fault and not mine.  He is a bad influence on me and that is that.

Gramma and Grampa have a really nice house on top of a mountain.  There is a lot of room to run around and lots of things to look at and play with (like the katydid crawling on the deck.  PeeWee and I almost murdered him until Mummy stepped in and let the bug free.  Darn!).  But one of the cardinal rules of Gramma and Grampa's house is "no dogs upstairs!" (at least not unattended).  I don't know why that is- it could have something to do with the time that I pooped on their bed, but who knows?  After dinner, Mummy noticed that PeeWee and I were missing.  She said JB was on the deck watching the sunset (how does she stay so good all the time?  Geez!) but when she called me, I didn't come running.  "MILO!  PEE WEE!  MILO!  PEEWEE!"  she called.  No answer.  That's when she realized that we had probably escaped into the forbidden zone.  Now, for both of us to do this together, Mummy knew that we had to have collaborated and talked it over somehow, and this kind of freaked Mummy out a bit.  She suddenly remembered that we are very intelligent little beings.  We ain't no dummies!  

Uncle Jason went upstairs calling our names and we still didn't answer.  But he found us under Gramma and Grampa's bed, staring back at him.  Like I said, I blame this on PeeWee but Mummy says only I could have led him under there since I have an underbed fetish (no one can prove this so I won't admit anything!).  When Uncle Jason tried to get us out, we took off.  All Mummy heard from downstairs was the sound of our little feet running across the carpet upstairs: "BADUM-BADUM-BADUM-BADUM-BADUM" (if you say that out loud really fast you get the idea of the sound we were creating).  We came tearing down the stairs and came to a halt by the screen door.  Mummy was standing outside on the porch scowling at us.  She slid the door open and said, "You two! Get out here!  Now!"  I looked at Mummy.  I looked at PeeWee.  He winked at me.  I raised an eyebrow and we ran back in the house, away from Mummy, about a million miles an hour (Gramma and Grampa have a wood floor, so we tend to slide around a lot on there).  All I heard was Mummy shouting, "HEY!"  It all ended when Uncle Jason appeared and scooped PeeWee up.  I had lost my partner in crime at that point so I retreated to the porch and said, "Sorry Mummy!"  She said we had behaved like two bad little kids and she was not happy.  That's when having a Deddy comes in really handy because I just spent the rest of the evening next to him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Princess Shiny Penny Yuki</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/72680</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2005 18:37:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm in love!  I am in love with the most glorious dog I have ever seen.  She is my exotic princess a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm in love!  I am in love with the most glorious dog I have ever seen.  She is my exotic princess and I would love to make her my queen!

Mummy and I were taking our usual walk yesterday (now that Mummy's back at school she is on our old routine again and that just makes me soooo happy!).  I felt like sitting down (we had walked about 3 feet after all, that means rest time as far as I'm concerned) so I plopped my butt down in the grass.  That's when I saw her across the road.  There she was, walking down the hill with her owner from the condos.  She was small and rust colored, like a shiny penny.  When I saw her, I just sat and stared, I thought she was so pretty!  She sat down across the road and stared at me, too.  Mummy started to laugh and so did the other dog's owner.  And then you will never believe it, but this glorious little shiny penny actually WAVED at me.  I mean, sat on her back hind legs and WAVED her two front paws at me.  I instantly tried to dash across the road to meet her and Mummy gasped.  She muttered something about cars and death but I didn't care.  I just needed to reach my little jewel.

My little jewel was a Shiba Inu (you can look them up on Dogster).  She looked like a little fox.  Her owner was a very nice Japanese lady.  "This is Yuki," she told us.  Yuki waved, came right up to me, and GROWLED AT ME!  She snarled and bared her teeth and I thought, "WHAT A DOGGIE!  THAT'S the GAL for ME!"  Her owner was very nice and said, "I'm sorry, Yuki is a little bit of a diva."  And I said the word over and over again in my head, "deeva, deeva, deeva- how marvelous!  I love divas!"  And that little waving trick she did was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.  Her owner said she did that trick ever since she was a puppy, and that when she walks past the little people at the daycare center (like I do), they call out, "Hey, fox dog!  Hey foxy doggie!"  to make her wave.  I think I will do the same thing whenever I see her now.  Yuki is my special foxy doggie.  Woo woo!  

Mummy told Deddy all about my new lady friend.  She keeps teasing me saying, "Where's Yuki?  Want to see Yuki?"  and I perk my ears up thinking she really means it (Mummy is amazed that I learned the name "Yuki" so quickly, too).  I hope my old girlfriend Emma is not upset when I tell her it's over.  I can't help it, love is a powerful thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Known Facts About the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/72119</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 14:14:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There are many things you might know about me, such as, I am afraid of the deep fryer and the sound  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There are many things you might know about me, such as, I am afraid of the deep fryer and the sound of cell phones ringing.  You know I prefer hanging out in my Panic Room (which is currently under construction) and that I have cousins named JB and PeeWee (you also might recall that PeeWee is insane, but we won't discuss  that now).  But there might be things that you don't know about me, too.  So I have compiled a list of "Little Known Facts About Milo" for you to study.  There will be a quiz mailed to your home, so please study each fact carefully.  Okay, just kidding about the quiz.  But the facts might still be interesting to read.

LITTLE KNOWN FACTS ABOUT MILO, THE KING
by Milo, the King of All Terriers

1.  I have never seen the ocean. (but it's on my "to do" list!)
2.  The first car ride I ever took was to the cider mill with Mummy to buy donuts when I was little.
3.  I like red wine but not white (don't worry, I only get to lick the empty glass).
4.  I have skin allergies (I call them "the itchies") that I get every Fall.  They make my skin turn pink.
5.  I don't like to wear clothes (I have one doggie Christmas shirt but I refuse to wear any others)
6.  I must have a chewy dog treat when we return from our walks, and if you don't give it to me I will sit and wait.
7.  I once pooped on my grandma and grandpa's bed for no apparent reason except maybe spite.
8.  I will not eat fruits or vegetables and will spit them out on the floor if you try to give them to me.
9.  My exact birthdate is unknown, so we celebrate my "estimated date of birth."  How tragic!
10. I like to play with Matchbox cars but I'm not allowed to unless Mummy is there to supervise me.
11.  I sometimes follow Mummy into the bathroom (since I must be near her at all times).  Mummy is used to this, but it sometimes unnerves guests when they see me follow her in there.
12.  I am really a little boy in a dog costume.  Ha!  Just kidding on that one.  But Mummy swears it's true.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Panic Room Revisited</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/71832</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 13:36:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I could tell you that the last few days have been traumatic for me.  I could cry and whine and tell  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I could tell you that the last few days have been traumatic for me.  I could cry and whine and tell you how sad I have been.  I could give you my saddest, brownest eyes and beg you, "Please feel sorry for me!  Send me biscuits in sympathy!"  Yes, I could tell you that.  But it would be a LIE!  The last few days have been GLORIOUS!  You see, Mummy told me that my beloved Panic Room was going to change.  "It will be different, Milo," she said.  "When we move Deddy's bed in here and get rid of the old one, things are not going to be the same."  Well that was very true.  I stayed in my Panic Room until its last second of destruction.  Mummy and Deddy lifted up the old bed and there I was underneath, now exposed to the daylight.  I continued to tunnel myself as if no one could see me, crawling underneath the bars of the bedframe.  Mummy and Deddy laughed and told me to give it up.  And then they took the bed frame apart and there was nothing left!  No panic room, no tunnels, no BED!  The room was empty!!  But then all of a sudden, Mummy and Deddy brought up a NEW bed.  And it was the biggest, most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  And I know it belonged to me right away because Mummy said it was "king sized."  They bought a big, puffy comforter for it, and there are EIGHT pillows on it!!!  EIGHT!  When I lay on this bed my whole body sinks into it, like a cloud.  It is the exact height of the window, too, so I can sit on it and see outside perfectly.  I can look down over the entire kingdom- literally!!  My Panic Room still needs to be remodeled- there is much more room under this kingly bed so its construction is going to take some time.  But I must be honest, the top of the bed is so nice that I have not been spending too much time beneath it.

So if you happen to stroll through our kingdom one day, you will see me in the top window, staring down at you from my cloud-like bed.  Feel free to throw biscuits or small meaty dog treats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Defending the Panic Room and Paint-Induced Comas</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/70833</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 09:29:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/70833</guid>
		<description>The war is beginning!  I overheard Deddy tell Mummy that the &quot;painting begins tonight&quot; and then he i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The war is beginning!  I overheard Deddy tell Mummy that the "painting begins tonight" and then he is going to "bring the bed over."  So help me, I will ROOT MYSELF TO THE PANIC ROOM and NO ONE will be able to get me OUT!  Last night Mummy and Deddy were in the bedroom closet talking about how great it looked when Mummy heard a thumping on the floor.  She came out of the closet, lifted the bed skirt and said, "What are you doing under there, Milo?"  (whenever she hears a thumping on the floor she knows I am tunneling through the Panic Room).  That's when Deddy said, "He's not under there, look."  Mummy was stunned to see that I had manuevered myself underneath the new wall unit that they bought for the bedroom.  See, they had boxes in front of it and it has a big open shelf at the bottom, kind of like a mini panic room.  I thought I would test it out, just in case I needed to create a new or temporary Panic Room for myself.  It wasn't bad, but it lacked the tunnel aspect that the bed gives me.  We'll see.  Lately Mummy has been finding me at the top of the stairs, in front of the bedroom door, looking down at her with my kingly expression.  She put a picture of it up here on Dogster.  She said my face says it all:  "Oh, no, you are NOT changing things up HERE."

Yesterday Mummy was outside working on lesson plans when she heard a commotion in the bushes.  A big hawk was hunting the birds and he somehow got caught in the bush behind her.  He flung himself out, slid across the roof of the garbage shed, right towards Mummy.  She loves birds but she said she got a little freaked out because he was so big and had big talons.  She said she thought he might fly at her because he was scared.  But instead he flew at the screen door, flung himself against it and put a big hole in it.  Mummy said "Ahhh!" and he finally flew away.  And where was I, you might ask?  Asleep upstairs in bed of course.  I didn't even come down!  Later on, Mummy said, "What kind of watch dog are you?  What if I was lying out there dead, or with my eyeballs plucked out?"  I looked up and at her with my big brown eyes and said, "I dunno."  I should've added that maybe the PAINT smell in the bedroom had put me into a COMA and THAT'S why I didn't hear the commotion!  Hmph.

Mummy was giggling yesterday because she caught me watching TV.  I will do that every now and then.  Most of the time the TV will catch my eye if there are dogs on it- like the Westminster Dog Show or something like that.  I also used to be intrigued by those computer animated shows- like the prehistoric one they had on Discovery Channel.  Something about the way the dinosaurs moved on screen.  But yesterday morning I was very interested in watching "Two Brothers," which was a movie about two little tigers.  Mummy was surprised to see that I sat and watched it for 10 minutes straight, with my little legs stretched out behind me.  She said she is certain now that I am a little boy in a dog costume and that I should stop pretending and just fess up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Interview with Mummy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/70578</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Aug 2005 10:27:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love having a new Deddy but I'm not so sure I like all of the changes that are going on in this ki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love having a new Deddy but I'm not so sure I like all of the changes that are going on in this kingdom.  Everything is a mess and there is painting and banging going on all the time.  In order to settle some of my fears, I decided to sit down and have a one on one interview with Mummy to see exactly what is going on around here:
MILO:  So, Mummy, could you tell me exactly what is going on around here?
MUMMY:  Well, Milo, we have to make room for Jimmy's things, since he is your Daddy now and is going to be living with us.
MILO:  Will this effect my toy box in any way?
MUMMY:  No, Milo, your toy box won't be effected.
MILO:  Can you explain why the bedroom smells so funny?
MUMMY:  Jimmy painted the closet, Milo, and rearranged all of the clothes racks.  
MILO:  You do realize this is where I spend the majority of my time?  How long will the room be smelling this way?
MUMMY:  I hope not very long, but I'm sure you'll be fine.
MILO:  We'll see about that.  And what can you tell me about the junk all over the house?
MUMMY:  Things are going to be a little messy until we get the closets and bedroom finished, Milo.
MILO:  Will my meal times remain the same?
MUMMY:  You only have one meal time, Milo, but yes, it will stay the same.
MILO:  And will cereal milk still be provided in the mornings?
MUMMY:  Yes, in fact, you'll be getting double since Jimmy eats cereal, too.
MILO:  Splendid!  
MUMMY:  The only change you're really going to have to get used to is the Panic Room.
MILO:....Uh, what?
MUMMY:  I mean, you'll still have a Panic Room, but it might be a little...different.
MILO:  What do you mean, different?
MUMMY:  Jimmy's bed is a little bigger than ours, Milo, it might change the layout of your underbed tunnels that you've created.
MILO:  Hmmm, I was afraid of that.  That's why I've prepared this document for you. 
(Milo slides scrolled parchment across the table to Mummy)
MUMMY:  Document?  What is this, Milo?
MILO:  That is a written statement that I'd like you to sign, swearing that you will not change my Panic Room in any way, shape or form.
MUMMY:  (reading document)  First of all, I can't read your handwriting.  
MILO:  It's difficult to hold a pen when you don't have thumbs, Mummy, so forgive my penmanship.  
MUMMY:  Second of all, you don't have a say in this, Milo.  Some things just have to change.
MILO:  Change?  I don't even know what that means.  Not much changes for me.  I am a content creature of habit.
MUMMY:  Yes, I've noticed.  Now if you'll excuse me, I must be ending this interview now.
MILO:  What?  Wait!  I am the interviewer here, you can't end the interview until I do!
MUMMY:  I believe I just did.  I'm getting a little tired of your inquisition.
MILO:  Inqui-what?  Look, I've had just about enough of this!  This interview is OVER!
MUMMY:  That's what I just said.
MILO:  No, that's what I said!  I said it!  OVER!  GET OUT!
MUMMY:  You're being quite rude, Milo.
MILO:  Good day, Mummy.  I am retreating to the Panic Room now and I will see you at dinner time.
MUMMY:  Whatever, Milo.

Do you see what I must deal with on a daily basis?  Anyway, not many questions were answered in this interview so we'll just have to wait and see what becomes of this kingdom over the next few weeks.  Rest assured I will defend the Panic Room at all costs!  But it is kind of cool that I'll get double cereal bowl milk in the mornings now, don't you think?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Very Dusty Swim</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/69807</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 18:12:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I was all set to swim in Aunt Laura's new pool.  &quot;Mummy, can we go now?  Can we go to Aunt ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I was all set to swim in Aunt Laura's new pool.  "Mummy, can we go now?  Can we go to Aunt Laura's house now?"  I begged her.  We finally left for Aunt Laura's but then there was a HUGE traffic jam on the highway so Mummy had to take the LONG way there.  "Hurry, Mummy!  Hurry!  I want to swim!"  I said.  Mummy said she was driving as fast as she could but that there was really no rush.  I didn't know what she meant by that.  I mean, it was HOT and I wanted to SWIM, so why not RUSH?!  

After what seemed like an eternity, we got to Aunt Laura's.  I jumped out of the truck, making lots of noise as usual, and galloped into her backyard. "I'm here to swim!  Look out, everyone, I'm headin' for the pool!" I cried. I ran across the grass in all my glory, only to find.........a dirt pit!  What the???  "AUNT LAURA!  SOMEONE HAS STOLEN YOUR POOL!" I cried.  Mummy chuckled and told me the pool wasn't ready yet.  She said it would not be up for another week.  Oh, tragedy!  

Well, rather than sulk over the situation, I decided to play in the dirt pit and on the dirt mound with cousin PeeWee and JB.  Mummy put two pictures of it up here on Dogster.  In one of the them you can see me staring hopelessly at the "missing" pool, and in the other one you can see the terriers taking over- me peeing on Aunt Laura's fence and PeeWee on top of "Mt. Terrier."  At one point, PeeWee and I contemplated taking the hose and filling up the dirt pit with water to make our own mini pool, but Mummy said no.  Oh well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Okay, so the King makes mistakes too (sometimes)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/69428</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 06:31:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night Deddy and I made some mistakes.  We have made mistakes before, and the good thing is, Mum ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Deddy and I made some mistakes.  We have made mistakes before, and the good thing is, Mummy always forgives us.  Like the time Deddy and I were playing with the mini football and it smashed into her pretty zebra plant.  All of the yellow flowers cracked off and we have never seen it bloom yellow flowers since (well, it's kind of missing a whole part of the plant now, so maybe that has something to do with it).  Then there was the time that Deddy threw me one of my toys and it hit the refrigerator (yes, I do know how to spell refrigerator, thank you very much).  It hit Mummy's magnet collection and two of them cracked (but she fixed them with super glue).  And I remember the time I was dashing around the patio and my runner got caught on the table legs.  I started dragging the little table with me and the ceramic flower pot that was sitting on the table went UP in the air and came down CRASH on the cement. Oops!  Deddy wasn't involved in that one but I wish he was so that he could've gotten in trouble with me.  Anyway, last night Deddy let me out for my "final peepee" of the evening.    He attached the runner to me and I went FLYING out the door (Mummy doesn't let me do that, see, she always holds the runner back and tells me to take it easy so I don't choke myself when I dash outside).  Mummy was sitting on the sofa and all she heard after I flew out the door was CRASH and the sound of glass breaking.  My runner had gotten caught on the stained glass table that Aunt Laura had given us.  Mummy's orange plant was on the ground with all of the dirt tipped out of it.  And her Snoopy rain gauge was cracked on the cement.  "I put that rain gauge on the table because I didn't want anything to happen to it," Mummy said sadly.  But maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought.  I mean, the rain gauge had cracked, but Snoopy himself was still in tact.  And the orange plant was fine, we just had to put the dirt back in it.  But while Deddy was cleaning up the destruction, we all thought, "What is that crackling sound?"  It was coming from the stained glass table.  We looked underneath it and saw that the stained glass had shattered and was slowing cracking even more as we were speaking.  Mummy was so upset!!  That was her favorite little table!  For a minute I thought Mummy was going to cry.

Later that night when we were going to bed, Mummy just burst out yelling, "I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU TWO DESTROYING MY THINGS!"  Uh-oh.  Deddy and I were scared.  "I AM GOING TO GO BREAK SOME OF YOUR TOYS AND SMASH SOME OF YOUR THINGS SO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE!"  Deddy didn't say anything but I was like, Mummy, don't break my toys!!!  She just rolled over like she was going to go to sleep so I started licking her face, saying, "Please don't hurt Indrid or Edric the Headless Eel!"  Mummy started laughing, so that's when I knew she was only kidding.  Phew.  I told you Mummy always forgives us.  Maybe that's what marriage is all about.

By the way, if you want to see a picture of Mummy and Deddy from their wedding you can go to Mummy's school website.  The address is   www.teacherweb.com/nj/barleysheaf/zelasny    Just click on the section that says "Who is Mrs. Z?" and you'll see a silly picture from their wedding.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Betrayed by the Doctor!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/69072</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 18:35:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had to go to the doctor today.  Never fear, it was just for a check-up. I actually like going to t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had to go to the doctor today.  Never fear, it was just for a check-up. I actually like going to the doc.  The liver treats they give me are exceptional, and the doctor is very nice.  But do you know what she did while I wasn't looking?  She stuck a needle in my heiney!  I was NOT happy about that, let me tell you.  It really upset me emotionally and I am still trying to get over it.  Excuse me, I need to get a tissue to wipe away the tears...

Anyway, I will try not to dwell on the tragic events that occurred today.  Instead, I will tell you some exciting news.  Aunt Laura bought a SWIMMING POOL!!!  That means I will be over there every day, and I will teach myself to drive so I can take the car to Aunt Laura's even when Mummy and Deddy don't want to go.  I plan on being in there every possible moment, until it freezes over in the winter time.  And I will bring my favorite new toy, Edric the Headless Eel.  I don't know if he will be able to swim without a head but he can try!

Deddy is in the process of moving his things into our house.  There are shoes and clothes and papers and bills and socks and underwear and mail and STUFF all over the place.  I kind of like it.  Mummy doesn't seem too happy though.  As long as Deddy moves his king size bed in here, I'll be happy.  Although Mummy says that my Panic Room is going to change when the new bed comes in.  I don't know what that means but I don't like the sound of it.  I will stay there and defend my territory if I have to!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Return of the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/67923</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 20:07:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Aloha!  That is a word that I learned from Mummy and Deddy.  They FINALLY returned from their EXTREM ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Aloha!  That is a word that I learned from Mummy and Deddy.  They FINALLY returned from their EXTREMELY LONG trip to Hawaii.  They taught me "Aloha" and another new word, "Mai Tai."  I don't know what Mai Tai means, but Mummy says it was one of the best things about Hawaii.  I did also notice that Mummy and Deddy seem to be a different color.  They are much browner now.

Mummy and Deddy brought me a present from the MOWEE Aquarium.  It is a squeaky eel and I named him Edric.  I have already bitten his head off (Mummy says I usually incapacitate my toys so that they can't "escape."  I like to chew their legs off, or blind them or remove their heads or wings).  So Edric the Eel is here to stay!

Gramma and Grampa left a daily diary of their babysitting adventures with me.  Some highlights include:  me laying down in the middle of the street and refusing to walk, me swimming in Aunt Laura's mini pool, me doing puzzles with Grampa, and me finding a Sponge Bob ball in the meadow.  I had a good time while Mummy and Deddy were away (but don't tell them that).  Mummy says I even look a little fatter.  Hmph!

I was not to be forgotten during Mummy's trip, of course.  She said there was a seal on a beach in KAH-WHY-EE that reminded her of me (she said he was scratching his belly with his flippers) and that there were wild chickens everywhere that I would have loved to chase.  And on a sadder note, Mummy said MOWEE had a lot of stray dogs.  She saw one dog that was starving so she left it some potato chips.  She is thinking about contacting the humane society in that place to tell them about the dog she saw.  I'll update you if she does!

So that's the story.  Mummy and Deddy are home and I have been following them all over the house just to make sure they don't try to leave again.  And every time they fold clothes on the bed I get nervous because I think they are going to pack them.  But so far they seem to be sticking around.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lonely Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/63920</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2005 18:24:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sigh.  THE BIG DAY is over.  Mummy and Deddy (YES, now I have a DEDDY!) said it was the most beautif ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sigh.  THE BIG DAY is over.  Mummy and Deddy (YES, now I have a DEDDY!) said it was the most beautiful wedding and more perfect than they ever could have hoped for.  But...sigh...now they are on their honeymoon and I am feeling a little sorry for myself.  So here I am in the castle, trying to do my job and take care of things.  Our neighbor, Susan, and my Gramma and Grampa are also taking care of me, but it's just not the same without Mummy and Deddy.  So here is a little song I borrowed from the movie "Team America, World Police"  that shows exactly how I feel:

"I'm so lonely,
 so lonely,
 so lonely and sadly alone 
(sigh)
 There's no one,
 just me only,
 sitting on my little throne.
 I work very hard and make up great plans,
 but nobody listens, no one understands,
 seems that no one takes me seriously, 
and so I'm lonely,
 a little lonely...
 Poor little me.
(sigh)
 There's nobody
 I can relate to,
 feel like a bird in a cage.
 It's kinda silly
 but not really
 because it's filling my body with rage. (don't touch my chewstick!!)

 I work really hard 
 and I'm physically fit
 but nobody here seems to realize it.
 When I rule the world maybe they'll notice me...
 But until then I'll just be lonely
(sigh)
 a little lonely, 
poor little me..."

Hey, gotta go, Gramma and Grampa are here!  Maybe they brought me some biscuits!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whassa Matter, Mickey Mouse?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/63422</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 12:41:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was Mummy's Rehearsal Dinner.  I don't understand why you have to rehearse having dinner- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was Mummy's Rehearsal Dinner.  I don't understand why you have to rehearse having dinner- I mean, I just eat.  I don't have to practice doing it!  And that means tomorrow is the BIG DAY.  After tomorrow, Jimmy will be my true DEDDY!  I am very excited about that.

Mummy was so excited after her big practice dinner.  So excited, in fact, that she couldn't sleep.  She said that every detail of the rehearsal kept going through her mind and it was keeping her awake.  But do you know what?  When she rolled over in bed, my big brown eyes were staring back at her and I started to lick her face!  I knew she was feeling anxious or something, so I looked at her in the dark and I said, "It's okay, Mummy.  I'm awake, too!"  And Mummy threw her arms around me and we had "a moment."  She said, "Milo, let's think about the day I first found YOU instead of about the wedding, and maybe that will help me sleep."  She went on and on about how she first saw me waaaay in the back of the smelly pet store with a big SALE sign on my cage.  Because I was older, no one wanted to buy me, and the store owners put me in the back section behind the glass with all the bigger dogs.  One of them had jumped into my cage with me, and Mummy saw me sitting in the corner of my cage with my "Mickey Mouse ears."  (If something spooks me or I get scared by something, I push my ears back on my head and Mummy says I look like Mickey Mouse.  She always says, "Whassa matter, Mickey Mouse?"  when I do that.)  So that's what I looked like when she first saw me.  She said it really was love and first sight.  And then, before she could tell any more of the story, she was asleep!  But I was happy about that because Mummy needed to rest.  Maybe we can tell the rest of the story in this diary another time.  Ah, memories!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Tank&quot; You Notes from the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/62677</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 05:26:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The BIG DAY is this weekend for Mummy and she has been busy, busy, busy with all kinds of things tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The BIG DAY is this weekend for Mummy and she has been busy, busy, busy with all kinds of things that don't seem to matter to me.  One of the things I saw her doing was writing 'tank you' notes.  Tank you notes are notes that you write to people to tank them for all of the nice things they did for you or for the pretty things that gave to you.  Like yesterday Mummy recieved a package in the mail that was filled with crushed glass!  (I thought that was kind of cool but Mummy said it wasn't supposed to look like that).  Anyway, I would like to write some tank you notes, too!  So here they are:

Dear Rockie,
Tank you for giving me this Dogster Plus upgrade.  Now my page looks so nice and colorful.  And now I can put LOTS more pictures on here.  And I really love looking at myself, so that's the best part.  TANKS A BUNCH!  That was so nice of you and your Mum.
Luv, Milo

Dear Bailey,
Tank you (and your mommy) for giving us that terrific picture of me in my wedding attire.  Mummy is posting it on Dogster today so that everyone can see it.  And tank your friend Ce for me, too!  Now all we have to do is convince Mummy to take me to the wedding!
Luv, Milo

Dear Angel Butchie,
Tank you for being so special and making so many people smile.  I hope you are flying around in Heaven and making all of the angels smile.  You will always be one of my special pals.
Luv, Milo

So those are my tank yous.  Do you have tank yous to write?  They sure make you feel good, so maybe you should write a few today, too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Palace Pool</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/62581</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 18:15:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am not lucky enough to have a real swimming pool like Uncle Budday.  I am lucky for lots of other  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not lucky enough to have a real swimming pool like Uncle Budday.  I am lucky for lots of other things, but I only have a little plastic pool in my backyard.  Mummy filled it up with a watering can because we don't have a hose in the backyard (only the front- who built this place anyway?).  It took her a loooong time to fill it up and I stood in the empty pool waiting until it was all filled.  Mummy threw some balls and toys in there for me (she took a picture of me in the pool too.  Do you see it on my page?).  This is the same pool that blew into the neighbor's yards a couple of years ago.  I was happy Mummy didn't throw it out after that.  I love to go in the pool and throw all of the toys out of it.  Mummy throws them back in and I throw them back out.  I could do that for hours!   Little did I know that Mummy had some rules about this kiddie pool, though.  One of them was NO PEEING in it.  Okay, I could obey that one.  The other was a rule that I did not know about until I had already broken it.  You see, Mummy always lets me outside after dark to do my "final peepee" before bedtime.  Well, last night she let me out on the runner and she was waiting and waiting and waiting for me to come back inside.  Finally, she came to the door and said, "Milo, what is taking you so long?"  And that's when she saw me standing in the dark in my little kiddie pool.  "MILO!  GET OUT OF THAT POOL!  THE POOL'S CLOSED!  NO SWIMMING AFTER 9PM!"  she yelled.  Well, you never told me THAT rule, Mummy.  But now that I know, I will be sure to swim only up until 8:59 and not a second later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King's Garden</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/61801</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 06:52:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy has a nice flower garden.  She calls it the &quot;hand me down garden&quot; because most of the perennia ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy has a nice flower garden.  She calls it the "hand me down garden" because most of the perennials in it came from my Aunt Laura.  Aunt Laura is a master gardener and has even won ribbons for her flowers in state fairs.  Sometimes she'll give Mummy cuttings of her plants or break them up and share them with Mummy.  I like the garden for several reasons: 1)  It aids in bug hunting.  I can chase queen bees and hummingbird moths and Japanese Beetles.  Mummy freaked out the other day because I even started chasing a Monarch butterfly ("No, Milo, not THAT one!" she said.  Hey, it's a bug, isn't it?).  2) I like defending the garden from bunnies.  I consider it my duty to chase their furry butts out of the garden perimeter.  3)  Sometimes, just sometimes, I like to pee in the garden.  There's nothing like peeing on flowers- so exotic!  Unfortunately, though, Mummy also has a few vegetable plants in her garden.  She has string beans plants and tomato plants.  The other day I lifted my leg for a quick peepee in the garden and I heard Mummy shout, "MILO, what are you DOING?!"  I looked at her, leg still lifted, and said, "Wha?"  Unbeknownst to me, I was peeing on her string bean plant.  Well, how was I supposed to know?  They all look the same to me.  Later on she picked the string beans and hurled them into the yard.  How insulting!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Remembering the Little People Swim Party</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/61487</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jul 2005 21:03:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know that I am part fishy?  At least that's what Mummy says.  I like to swim soooo much that  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know that I am part fishy?  At least that's what Mummy says.  I like to swim soooo much that I will actually get quite hysterical if I am near a pool and can't go in it. I have seen dogs that don't like to swim and I just don't understand this.  My crazy cousin PeeWee is not fond of the water (Mummy thinks it has something to do with his insane hair) and neither is my Uncle Ralphie (he has a long body like a hot dog, so it is difficult for him to keep his back-end afloat).  Anyway, as you know, Mummy is a teacher, and a few years ago, she took me to one of her students' birthday parties in the summer.  This was the plan:  we were supposed to stop by at the party, say hello to the little people, then leave.  But as soon as I saw the pool, I was POSSESSED!  It was an above-ground pool, sparkling blue, filled with toys and beach balls.  Sheer heaven!  Mummy saw the look in my eyes and she said, "NO MILO!  NO SWIMMING!  STICK TO THE PLAN!"  But I couldn't help it.  The water was calling me...Now the only problem here was Mummy.  She was all into this safety stuff.  The pool was an above-ground so I could not get out on my own if I jumped in (Mummy would have to help me to the ladder).  There were no boats or rafts for me to rest on if I got tired of swimming, and Mummy did not have a bathing suit on to accompany me.  And the biggest problem of all was the little people.  She was afraid to let them swim with me (what did she think they were going to do, drown me?).  I guess some time passed and she saw an opportunity arise (knowing I would not take no for an answer).  The pool was kind of empty, only two little people were swimming in it. The rest were off playing with a cotton candy machine (which I must admit was also kind of intriguing).  So Mummy released her grip and I hurled myself into the pool.  She stood on the ladder in case I needed to get out.  But the next thing she knew, all of the little people started coming into the pool.  "'Scuse me, Miss O," they said to her, "Pardon me, excuse me," said each little person one by one as they squished past her on the ladder, jumping into the pool.  The next thing Mummy knew, I was in the pool with about TWENTY little people!  And they were throwing toys to me and laughing and everyone was having the best time ever (Mummy looked like she was going to have a heart attack and eventually needed some adult assitance to remove me from the pool).  It was one of the best days of my life.  And many of the little peoples' parents asked Mummy if they would rent me out for kiddie parties because I kept everyone busy for so long.  I said, "Yes, and we'll only charge 100 biscuits an hour!"  A true bargain if you ask me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lesson on Oral Hi-Jeans</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/61131</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jul 2005 18:12:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you remember when Mummy had her wiz-dum tooth removed?  Well, you might have thought that story w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you remember when Mummy had her wiz-dum tooth removed?  Well, you might have thought that story was over but that icky tooth damaged the tooth next to it and my Mummy has had to have a root canal and a crown (wow, royalty just like me!) all before her big wedding.  When she came hom a couple of times with her mouth all puffy and smelling like a gross doctor's office, I licked her face and said, "Does it hurt, Mummy?" and she said, "Don't worry, Milo, it only hurts in my wallet."  I don't know what that means but I think teeth are expensive or something.

Anyway, in honor of Mummy's tooth troubles, I thought I would stress how important oral hi-jeans is.  Mummy has already told me that my breath smells like the following things:
-a diaper
-hot garbage
-the bottom of a fishtank
-an empty tuna fish can
-rotten sausages
-poopy
And to this I say...THANK YOU, MUMMY!  All of these scents are particularly pleasing to us dogs, so I take Mummy's words as the highest compliments.  So if all of you people take care of your toothies, you might be lucky enough to have fabulous breath like me.  Good oral hi-jeans is so important.  So chew your chewsticks, eat plenty of rocks and sticks, and consume lots of dog biscuits.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Puke in the Palace</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/61060</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jul 2005 12:37:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is true that I am a restless sleeper.  Mummy has often complained that I kick her in the middle o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is true that I am a restless sleeper.  Mummy has often complained that I kick her in the middle of the night or I send off warning growls (or "garoooos" as Mummy calls them) if anyone rolls too close to me.  I have been known to get up and circle around the bed in the middle of the night, or jump off the bed to scratch my back or ears.  What's the big deal?  I know Mummy must see this as another one of my "quirks."  Hmph.

Last night I wasn't feeling very well.  Maybe it was the rawhide I had eaten a few hours earlier, or the leftover barbeque sauce that Mummy doused my food with.  Whatever the reason, I woke up at about 3:30 in the morning with an aching belly (Mummy says I always wake up around 3:30, and that she has not slept a full night through since she got me, but I don't see any evidence of this whatsoever).  Since my tummy was aching, I did what I normally do when I have a tummy ache.  I lick the floor.  I don't know why I do this.  I think it soothes my tummy to form hairballs in there, and then I just hack them up.  Don't cats do that, sort of?  Anyway, once I start licking the carpets, there's no stopping me.  I get kind of obsessed about it (I guess that's why Mummy listed it as one of my "quirks.")  When I started doing this last night I (of course) woke Mummy up.  Not only was I licking the carpets and making horrible hacking noises, but I also decided to do my puking in the panic room, which in case you don't know, is under the bed.  So Mummy was not too happy that I kept kicking and banging and puking underneath her while she was trying to sleep.  Not to mention the foul smell that emerged from under there when I was done.  So Mummy got up and put all of the lights on and started cleaning up the mess.  She said, "Why do I even bother to go to sleep at all?"  Whatever that means.  Anyway, by 4am I was feeling better and Mummy was attempting to go back to sleep.  But the barf bug hit me again and I had to jump off the bed once more.  But it was so dark in the room, and while I was busy licking the floor I tripped over the wire from the Playstation game and the whole thing came crashing down in the dark, BOOM!  Mummy sprung out of bed and yelled my name many times, but I retreated to the panic room because things were getting much too loud for me.  I finally fell asleep under there and I feel great this morning, but Mummy seems really cranky for some reason.  I was the one who was puking.  Geez!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King's Lament</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/60866</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 16:19:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/60866</guid>
		<description>As you know, Mummy and Jimmy are getting married very soon, and that means Jimmy will be my new Dedd ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As you know, Mummy and Jimmy are getting married very soon, and that means Jimmy will be my new Deddy.  I have never had a Deddy before (at least not a human one that I remember) so I am very excited.  But I guess I have to go through some difficult times before Jimmy lives with us for good.  Mummy sat me down yesterday and started talking to me about a honey moon.  I thought it sounded very yummy and knew I would like to try this honey moon.  But then she informed me that a honey moon is a trip, and that I would not be able to go on this trip.  She said that Gramma and Grampa and our neighbor Soosin would take care of me while they were gone.  She said I had an important job to do while they were on the honey moon, and that would be to take care of the house and be a good watch dog.  I can do that!  I like having a job and I think I am okay with this honey moon stuff, as long as Mummy and Jimmy come back, and as long as Jimmy will be my Deddy for good.

The honey moon is not what is upsetting me today.  No, I overheard a conversation that Mummy was having on the phone with Gramma about taking care of me.  She was reading off a list of something called "Milo's Quirks" so that Gramma would be able to understand my behavior while they are gone.  What's so hard to understand about my behavior?  I found this rather insulting.  Anyway, I remember a bunch of the things that I heard, so here are some of the "quirks" that Mummy explained to Gramma:

"Milo likes to sleep under my bed.  Not only does he sleep there but he will often spend the majority of his time there.  He has a way of crawling between the boxes under the very middle of the bed and at times you might not even notice that he is under there, but he is!  Itâ€™s hard to get him out from under there if he doesnâ€™t come out on his own.  You can try squeaking a toy, shaking the biscuit box, asking him if he wants to go for a walk or making noise with his leash. This is known as his Panic Room.  You can try pulling him by his back legs to get him out but it is not recommended.

-I anticipate that Milo will try to tear the covers off the bed or toss the pillows around.  This is okay and you can let him put them any way he wants.  He likes to build forts out of the bedsheets.

-Milo likes to scratch his belly by stretching out on his stomach on the carpet.  He will stick his back legs out flat behind him and pull himself around the floor by his front legs to accomplish this.  It looks very odd and you might think his back legs are paralyzed at first but this is nothing to be alarmed by.  Once the itch has been satisfied he will get up and walk normally again.

-Certain sounds might freak Milo out and cause him to retreat under the bed, including but not limited to, cell phones, the hissing of the deep fryer, thunder, too many car doors slamming, the garbage or recycling truck, the landscapers, the wind blowing, who knows.

- Milo sometimes does not want to take walks and will â€œroot himselfâ€ in place by sitting or refusing to move on the leash.  If thatâ€™s the case, just pick him up and head home or say, â€œLetâ€™s go homeâ€ and walk back the way you came.  I have other tricks to get him to move, but I don't think they will be worth the effort.

-Milo will lick the floors in an obsessive manner if he has an upset stomach (particularly carpeted areas).  If you see him doing this, that means heâ€™s going to puke!"

At this point in the conversation I left the room and did not want to hear any more.  I don't see anything wrong with the above behavior and don't see why Mummy had to mention all of it to Gramma.  Anyway, the honey moon is not for a couple of weeks, so maybe I can somehow wipe the slate clean with Gramma before then.  I think Mummy has poisoned her mind against me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>King of the Jungle</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/60582</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:58:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what!  I woke up this morning to find that the world had transformed overnight and we now live ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what!  I woke up this morning to find that the world had transformed overnight and we now live in the JUNGLE!  Yup, that's right.  When I walked out the door with Mummy this morning I thought, "Wow, this must be what the rainforest is like!"  It was soooo hot and humid really early in the morning and it's been that way for days.  There are big, ugly brown mushrooms sprouting in the backyard (Mummy likes to kick them-POOOM!) and there is mold growing up the side of the house (now THAT'S cool).  Everything is very GREEN and OVERGROWN and I swear I heard a monkey in a tree today (but Mummy said it was a low-kus).  

All of this jungle stuff sent us on an adventure last night.  The power went out around dinner time and Mummy was NOT happy (she had barbequed beef cooking in the slow cooker thingie- what a bummer!).  We thought the power would come right back on, but it started to get dark and hot inthe house.  So we went on an "advencher."  We put all of our food in a big box (especially the ice cream) and headed over to Jimmy's house because he had power.  We don't go to Jimmy's house too much because Mummy says weird things grow in his sink and his toilets and she doesn't like the piles of laundry on the floor.  But I thought it was fun!  Jimmy has different toys for me to play with and I like all the dust and dirt there.  Our power came on late at night so we got to go home and sleep in our own bed.  That was nice because I missed my panic room.  The only bad part was that the barbequed beef got kind of messed up in the slow cooker.  Oh well.  At least the ice cream was saved!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Angry Bee and Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/60240</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 10:28:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In the picture above you can see me &quot;bug hunting&quot; and staring at a bee that is in the flowers (you c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In the picture above you can see me "bug hunting" and staring at a bee that is in the flowers (you can't see the bee in the picture, though).  Last summer I was bug hunting and I went after a yellow jacket.  Mummy says this was not a smart thing to do.  She turned her head for a second and the next thing she heard was me going "YIPE!"  She turned around and saw me limping and a yellow jacket crawling near my feet.  She went over to the yellow jacket and started beating it with her sandal (boy was she angry!  That yellow jacket was reduced to smithereens!).  I was still crying when she was done murdering the angry bee.  She picked me up and took me inside and tried to rinse my paw off.  I was still whimpering!  Mummy said it was breaking her heart.  She couldn't see if a stinger was left in me, and I was very upset.  The moment she put me down I limped upstairs and went straight for the panic room.  I sat under there crying while Mummy tried to coax me out.  I was too consumed with my own grief to even hear her.  Why did that bee have to hurt me?  What if I can never walk right again?  Oh, the agony!  Mummy finally got me out of the panic room (I don't know how this happened) and tried to look at my paw again.  I was crying like a little baby and holding my paw up in pain.  Mummy didn't know what to do.  She said she felt like dialing 911.  But she wound up calling the vet.  Our vet was on vacation and there was a visiting doctor who said she would see us right away.  I had my ears pinned back and I was sooo sad.  My poor little tootsie was aching like crazy!  Mummy loaded me in the car, and as we drove to the doctor I suddenly realized we were driving.  I thought: "Hey, we're in the car!  We're taking a ride!"  I STOOD up and looked out the window, wagging my tail. I JUMPED to the back seat, then the front seat. "Hey, this is fun, open the window so I can stick my head out!" I said to Mummy.  She looked at me with her eyebrows creased.  We got to the doctor and I JUMPED out of the car (I like visiting the vet).  I RAN up the ramp to the office (Mummy still had her eyebrows creased and her lips pursed together- what was up with that?).  I RAN into the waiting room, and when the doctor came in, I JUMPED up to say hello, wagging my tail.  By this point, Mummy actually looked mad.  "So, Milo, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor said.  Problem?  I thought.  There's a problem?  Oh, YEAH!  I have a bee sting...but you know, I don't feel it at all anymore!  It's a miracle!  Mummy swept me off of the doctor's table and we left right away.  She said she was lucky the doctor didn't charge us for the "wasted visit."  Whatever that means.  Then she said she was really happy she didn't call 911.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting for Herry Pohter and the Milo Dolly</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/59860</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 18:41:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy gave me an important job to do today.  She said, &quot;Milo, I need you to watch out the window&quot; (I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy gave me an important job to do today.  She said, "Milo, I need you to watch out the window" (I'm good at that!) "and let me know when the UPS truck gets here" (I KNOW that truck!  It's big and brown and the driver sometimes gives me BISCUITS!) "because I am waiting for my Herry Pohter book to arrive."  Well, I don't know what a Herry Pohter book is, but I sure know the UPS truck!  Well I waited and waited and waited and they never came!  And Mummy was mad cause she said she could have just bought the book at the store instead.  The book finally came after lunch (PB&J) but the postman brought it and not UPS.  Oh well.  I had fun looking out the window anyway.

Mummy said I looked so cute while I was waiting for the UPS truck today.  She said, "You look like a little dolly!  I could squeeze you, you're so cute!"  She said we should make a Milo dolly to sell at Toys R' Us.  She said kids would love it, it would be a stuffed version of ME!  She said if you could squeeze it, it would do three things:  fart, burp and growl.  I think it would be nice if you could buy different collars for your Milo dolly, too, like my stars and stripes collar, or my "Genius" tag, or my jellybean collar for Easter.  And then they could make Milo dolly t-shirts and Milo dolly playhouses!  Hey, I think we're onto something here!  Milo lunchboxes, Milo books, Milo keychains, Milo DVDs and vid-ee-ohs...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>King Rooty and Proud of It</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/59237</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 09:04:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lately Mummy has been calling me &quot;Rooty.&quot;  I wasn't sure what this meant at first, but then I realiz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lately Mummy has been calling me "Rooty."  I wasn't sure what this meant at first, but then I realized it was in reference to my behavior on our daily walks.  I like to sit down sometimes, smell the breeze, watch the cars go by.  If Mummy tries to get me to move, I "root myself" as she says.  She can pull on the leash all she wants but I won't budge.  That's when she says, "Let's go, Rooty!  Let's get a move on, Rooty-Toots!"  I will usually only move if Mummy says, "Fine, Milo, I'm leaving, goodbye!" and she walks away from me and I run after her.  She says she has seen mommies do that to their kids in Wal-mart when they won't listen and it usually works.

True, I may not listen sometimes.  But at least I'm not as bad as my crazy cousin PeeWee.  We went to visit Aunt Laura and Uncle Jason last weekend (they were back from getting married in Arizona, yay!).  While we were sitting at their patio table, do you know what cousin PeeWee did?  He jumped up on the table!  On the table!!!  And then he sat there staring at everyone like it was the most normal thing in the world, with his crazy hair sticking out in every direction.  Mummy would never let me get away with that.  At least I don't think she would.  If you want to visit my cousin PeeWee's page, his address is 
http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=124657&j=t

Mummy added a new picture of me above.  I am sitting on the patio, bug-hunting for bees.  This resulted in failure last summer, but that is another story to be told another time!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Notes from the Panic Room</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/58861</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 16:30:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says I am spending too much time in the Panic Room lately (if you don't know what a Panic Room ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I am spending too much time in the Panic Room lately (if you don't know what a Panic Room is, see my previous entry entitled, THE PANIC ROOM).  She has been threatening to dismantle the Panic Room completely, but that is what I like to call an "empty threat."  And I'm NOT in there ALL the time.  If she thinks back she will clearly remember me helping her assemble some goodies for her upcoming wedding.  I guess they used to throw rice at weddings for some reason (a big waste of food if you ask me) but now they don't do that anymore.  So her guests will be blowing bubbles at them (Mummy says the little special bottles of wedding bubbles were on sale at Target - eight for a buck!).  Anyway, bubbles are the BEST!  I tested them out for Mummy and there were bubbles everywhere.  I was snatching them up as fast as I could, I am so fascinated by them.  And if I couldn't catch them I would bark at them.  Mummy said it was kind of like bug hunting for me.  I can catch things in mid-air very well.  When we were at Uncle Budday's pool last week, I caught a horsefly in flight.  It was buzzing around my head so I just went, SNIP!  And then spit it out into the water.  Quite a talent if I do say so myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Squirrel Alliance</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/56381</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jul 2005 17:07:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For centuries, squirrels and terriers have been sworn enemies.  I cannot think of a Jack Russell who ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For centuries, squirrels and terriers have been sworn enemies.  I cannot think of a Jack Russell who would disagree.  But yesterday Mummy and I looked out in the backyard and saw a squirrel rolling around in the grass.  At first Mummy chuckled and I barked, because the squirrel looked pretty funny, like he was doing gymnastics or something.  But then we realized he was wounded.  His face was all cut up and he couldn't stand up straight, and he was pulling himself through the grass like a fallen soldier.  Did he get hit by a car?  Was he attacked by a cat or a hawk?  We weren't sure, but Mummy and I both watched him struggle in silence, wondering what we could do to help.  He crawled off into the woods and we have not seen him since.  I never thought I could feel sympathy for a squirrel.  I'm a dog, after all.  But this squirrel made Mummy and I feel very sad.  Today when we saw the other squirrels in the yard we wondered if they missed the injured one.  Were they sad that he died?  Did they know he was gone?  So we let them play in the yard without barking at them or chasing them away from the garden.  From this day forward, all squirrels shall be welcome in the Kingdom of Milo.  A new truce, due to a fallen comrade, has been formed!  Long live the Squirrel Alliance!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Panic Room</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/55733</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jun 2005 14:52:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you see the latest photo of me above?  That is me TRYING to rest after a hard day swimming in Unc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you see the latest photo of me above?  That is me TRYING to rest after a hard day swimming in Uncle Budday's pool.  Swimming takes a lot out of me, you know.  I need the next day to recover.  I was trying to sleep and Mummy kept flashing the camera at me.  I mean,  do you see how cozy I am?  I even have Mummy's stuffed bunny, Edgar, behind me.  I couldn't ask for more.  (except for the camera to stop flashing.  Mummy is like the paparazzi!)  Since Mummy was bothering me while I was trying to sleep, I got up and headed for the panic room.  What's that, you say?  You never heard of a panic room?  Well, allow me to explain!  I enjoy sleeping ON the bed, but I also enjoy crawling UNDER it.  The space I have created under the bed has become known as my panic room.  (Jimmy gave it that name.  He named it after some movie, and because he says I go there whenever I am feeling a little anxious)
If there is a thunderstorm approaching or if I've done something bad, I always crawl under the bed, to my "panic room."  There are storage boxes under there, too, so I have pushed them aside to make little tunnels for myself.  One time gramma was visiting and she came home with Mummy.  She walked into the house and couldn't find me.  She called my name (but I didn't come out).  She looked under the bed and didn't see me.  "He's not under there!  Where is he??" she shouted.  Mummy smiled.  "He's there," she said, "trust me."  Mummy always gives away my best hiding spots!  Anyway, in case you were thinking of creating your own panic room, here are some reasons why a panic room is necessary:
1)  It is dark and dusty- like your own personal cave!
2)  Most people can't find you there (like gramma) and you can play tricks on them!
3)  You can hide toys and treats under there.
4)  If you have to throw up you can do it under there where no one will see.
5)  You are safe there from thunder, lightning, garbage trucks, cell phones, deep fryers, nail clippers, medicine, or hairbrushes.  
Some words of caution:  don't let your feet stick out or you may be pulled from the panic room by your mummy.  You are totally safe if you crawl to the absolute middle of the panic room.  No one can reach you there unless they move the entire bed (and who's going to do that?)  Panic rooms don't have to be under the bed.  I also recommend hiding beneath sofas, cushiony chairs, or computer desks.    The panic room is a magical place.  No kingdom is complete without it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Summer's Not All it's Cracked Up to Be</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/53996</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 06:17:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am going to be honest here.  Mummy and I are having some trouble getting along.  Well, let me reph ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am going to be honest here.  Mummy and I are having some trouble getting along.  Well, let me rephrase that.  I am having some trouble getting along with Mummy.  I thought I was going to like having her around every day  now that school is over.  And I do.  But she is going to have to start respecting the way I do things during the day.  For example, after we wake up and have cereal, it is sleepy time.  No loud noises, no phone calls, no moving from room to room!  All of this disturbs the natural sleep pattern I have worked so hard all year to develop.  I don't, however, mind taking a break for lunch at noon.  But then, sleepy time resumes, end of story!

The other thing we are going to have to work on is our morning walks.  Mummy, a morning walk is supposed to be short.  Outside, poop, inside, treat.  That is all.  Lately Mummy wants to go on these super power walks and I am just not having that!  See, here is a diagram of the way Mummy likes to walk, at a quick pace (the X's represent all of the times she would permit me to stop for a sniff or a peepee:

------------------------------X------------------------------------X--------------------------------------------X-----------

But this is the way I like to walk (at a trotting pace, mind you).  Again, the X's represent the places I would like to stop for a sniff, roll, peepee, poopy or whatever:

-------X---X-------XXX------X--X-----XXXX-----XX---X--X----X--X--X--X--X--X--X---X-----X-------X--XXX--X

Now I ask you, which walk looks like more fun?  Certainly not that first one.  Mummy, we will have to work on this.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let the Summer Begin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/53549</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 12:38:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/53549</guid>
		<description>Mummy is officially done with school!  Normally she comes home very excited to start the vacation an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is officially done with school!  Normally she comes home very excited to start the vacation and celebrate with me.  But she was kind of quiet this time.  She came home and took a nap, which is also not like her.  I don't know what happened.  But it is up to me to cheer her up and remind her that summer is here!

Mummy also posted my b'loon picture here on Dogster.  I wish she had a better action shot, but oh well.  

I saw crazy cousin PeeWee on Deddy's Day and he had his hair shaved!  He actually looked very nice without all that frizzy hair.  It is hard to compete with him when everyone is eating dinner.  I usually get lots of table scraps because I behave like the "little general."  PeeWee will actually sit in silence but in BEGGING position, on his back hind legs.  Apparently, no one taught him to do this, he just did it on his own.  And that usually generates laughter and lots of free food for him.  I will have to develop a better trick of my own!  Do you think I could learn to salute?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Showers, B'loons and a New Deddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/52880</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 07:21:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy went to her sister's bridal shower yesterday (these bride-to-be's like to stay awfully clean!) ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy went to her sister's bridal shower yesterday (these bride-to-be's like to stay awfully clean!)  See, not only is Mummy getting married, but so is her sister, my Aunt Laura.  Mummy is having a wedding in a church and Aunt Laura is getting married in Las Vegas and flying into the Grand Canyon.  Mummy and Aunt Laura are very different.  Anyway, Mummy made a shower for Aunt Laura and instead of a wishing well, she had a DOG well, so all of the little gifts people brought were for her dogs.  I was very jealous of this, especially since Mummy hid all of the gifts she had for the dog well in our spare bedroom and wouldn't let me see them.  I didn't get to go to the shower (I prefer baths in the tubby anyway) but Mummy brought me home the best gift of all..b'loons!  Do you know what b'loons are?  I like to play with the ones that the realtors hang on the for sale signs around here.  But this one was a WHOLE bunch from Gramma!  She let Mummy take them home for me because Aunt Laura didn't want them (she said my crazy cousin PeeWee would eat them).  Playing with the b'loons was so much fun.  They were all different colors and they were bouncing all over the place.  I attacked each one until it went POP and there was nothing left.  Mummy took some pictures of me with the b'loons so hopefully she can put them up here on Dogster.

Today we go back to Gramma and Grampa's house because it is Deddy's Day.  I will see my cousins JB and crazy PeeWee.  I will try to be a good boy but you just never know what will happen.  Mummy says that this time next year, her Jimmy will be my Deddy!  I've always wanted a Deddy.  Jimmy is like a Deddy to me already, but when they get married it will be offishul!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Price of a Clean Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/52657</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 05:06:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/52657</guid>
		<description>Yesterday was Garbage Day.  Do you have Garbage Day where you live?  On Tuesdays and Fridays we put  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was Garbage Day.  Do you have Garbage Day where you live?  On Tuesdays and Fridays we put out bags and pails, and this big, noisy truck comes and takes the bags away (but they leave the pail for some reason).  I don't like Garbage Day.  I like GARBAGE, but why do we need a day to celebrate it?  The truck is too loud and it always wakes me from my napping.  And if that's not enough, everyone has to put the garbage in piles outside their house, so seeing all those lumps of black bags each morning can be frightening (especially if they happen to rustle or blow in the wind.  Yikes!).  To me they look like big, black toads waiting to eat me.  Yesterday, I rounded the corner on my morning walk with Mummy and there was a towering black creature standing beside a garbage pail.  Not knowing if it was friend or foe, I let out several low growls and creeped through the grass towards it.  And Mummy was laughing!  Can you believe that?  This could have been a deadly dog-eating creature and Mummy was laughing!  Anyway, as I crept closer to it, I realized it was a vacuum cleaner!  Someone had put a vacuum cleaner out for Gargbage Day!  I think vacuum cleaners are more frightening than deadly dog-eating monsters, so I got the heck out of there (and Mummy was still laughing).

You'd think I'd have a peaceful night to recover from all this, but when I ran outside into the backyard to do my late night peepee, something horrible happened.  All Mummy heard after she let me out was "YIPE!"  and me crying.  Mummy and Jimmy were scared so they came running outside to find that I had stepped on a giant thorn.  It was sticking out of my paw and I was crying and whimpering (Mummy says that alone is enough to break anyone's heart!).  Mummy pulled it out and it was about an inch long!  So Mummy rinsed my little paw in the sink and it felt much better.  After that I ran upstairs to think about what had happened.  Why did that thorn have to hurt me?  What if it had poked me in the eye?  What if it released some kind of poison into my veins?  What if Mummy hadn't come outside?  What if the thorn had been stuck there forever?  And while I was upstairs thinking about all of these things, Mummy and Jimmy were calling me to come back downstairs.  They didn't understand that I needed to be alone for a little while to think about the traumatic event that I had gone through.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love My Mummy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/52078</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 15:16:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/52078</guid>
		<description>Mummy came home early today because of the heat.  We had chinese food (General's Chicken- I love the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy came home early today because of the heat.  We had chinese food (General's Chicken- I love the General!) and watched a special movie on HBO.  It was all about an animal shelter in New York State.  It made Mummy cry!  I don't like it when she cries.  I am not from a shelter, but Mummy still feels like she rescued me from a bad situation because the pet store was so awful.  She often wonders what would have happened to me if she hadn't bought me, because she read that the dogs that were left in the store after it shut down were sent to shelters.  The show she saw on HBO was about a shelter called Rondout Valley and how good they were to their dogs.  But a lot of people did not want to adopt the older dogs.  They only wanted puppies.  And the dogs that were aggressive had to be put down!  Can you imagine that?  That's when Mummy started to cry because she said I was older when she bought me, and that I can be aggressive at times.  "Milo, if anything ever happened to me and you had to go to a shelter, it would be very hard for you to get adopted,"  she said.  WHAT?!  What madness was she talking about?!  MUMMY!  DON'T SPEAK THAT WAY!!!  DON'T EVER TALK LIKE THAT AGAIN!  Geez!  I guess what she was trying to say was that the dogs who were passed up were really good dogs, just like me, but just...misunderstood.  They had "ishoos" just like I do sometimes.  Anyway, she thought this shelter on the TV show was very special.  They have a website, so Mummy says if you live in that area to go adopt from them!  After we watched the show together, Mummy rubbed my belly and told me I was the absolute joy of her life, even though my breath smells like the bottom of a garbage can sometimes.  Aw, Mummy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Tropical Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/51847</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 17:41:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know how dogs live in hot climates.  What do you dogs in Las Vegas do?  Or Africa for that m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know how dogs live in hot climates.  What do you dogs in Las Vegas do?  Or Africa for that matter?  It has been over 90 degrees for a little over a week here now and I can't take it anymore!  I don't want to walk around the kingdom, I don't even want to step outside the palace.  This is ridiculous!  Mummy says I am lucky that my kingdom is air cundishunned.  I agree.  

Only a few more days and summer vacation is here!  That means Mummy will be home with me every day until September.  I love summer vacation.  Mummy and I always have so much fun together.  There are only a few days left of school but Mummy and her students are having a hard time.  Their school does not have air cundishun like our palace does.  She said her classroom temperature was 84 degrees at 7:45 this morning, and that doesn't include that awful thing called HOO-mid-UH-tee.  She said by afternoon she was dizzy and it was hard to breathe.  How fun!

I went swimming over the weekend in Uncle Budday's pool.  It was cold but I looooved it!  There is nothing like swimming.  I swam so much that Mummy actually had to carry me out of the pool.  When she picked me up out of the water, my little legs were still moving like I was swimming, even though I wasn't.  Everyone thought that was very funny.  Whatever.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Brave Little King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/50337</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Jun 2005 20:01:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Are there things that you are scared of?  Sometimes I get scared of things.  Mummy says that's kind  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Are there things that you are scared of?  Sometimes I get scared of things.  Mummy says that's kind of funny because there are times when I am really brave, too.  I am scared of that mean dog Apollo down the street.  And I am scared of cell phones and the deep fryer.  But do you know what scares me the most?  Thunder and lightning!  I never used to be scared of those things, but one day in the summer I was home with Mummy and a bad storm blew in.  All of a sudden, BOOM!!!!!  There was a noise so loud that Mummy actually fell down on her knees and covered her head (she said that's called "good reflexes.")  I jumped off the bed and ran underneath it (I know I am safe from EVERYTHING under there!).  I had never heard a noise like that before and neither had Mummy.  The whole house shook!  We found out later that the townhouse next to ours (we're attached) was struck by lightning.  The lightning was so powerful that it traveled from our neighbor's house to ours (and to FOUR other houses on the block!).  It zapped out all of our phone lines and computer modem (whatever that is).  Mummy said we were lucky because our neighbor lost all of her appliances, and the other neighbor next to us lost her TV.  I'm not sure I know what an appliance is, but I DO know what a TV is and I would be sad if we lost that.  I like to watch cartoons and Animal Planet.  

Anyway, I am learning not to be afraid.  I try not to run under the bed unless something is REALLY scary, and I will stand up to Apollo if he comes near me now.  If thunder and lightning roll in (like they have been lately) you will see a very worried look start to appear on my face and I might start cobbing.  Cobbing is when I chew nearby blankets or toys with my front teeth (like you chew corn on the cob).  I do it mostly when I get nervous.  But isn't that better than running away?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King of Burgers, the Queen of Dairy and the Kingdom of Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/50090</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Jun 2005 20:01:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is a big Star Wars fan.  She says that is because she saw all of the movies in the theater whe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is a big Star Wars fan.  She says that is because she saw all of the movies in the theater when she was a little girl.  She used to go see them with her deddy (my grampa).  She used to have all of the Star Wars toys and even had a Star Wars lunch box.  She told me she dressed up as C3PO for Halloween in first grade, and that the inside of the mask smelled like bananas.  She said her deddy took her to Bradlee's to meet Darth Vader.  She got his autograph.  And I guess my Mummy is pretty cool because she still has a lot of Star Wars toys.  She bought a Mr. PotatoHead that looks like Darth Vader (it's called "Darth Tater") and today she brought home a wind-up Storm Trooper that one of her students gave her.  She put it on the floor and it walked across the carpet towards me. I did not like this one bit!  "I will kill you, little imperial soldier!" I said, pouncing on it.  It fell over and its little legs kept moving.  I thought this was very funny.  When Mummy saw how much I liked it, she said she would take me to get my own.  She said she would bring me to the king of burgers, because that is where they have these toys.  How exciting!  I would like to meet the king of burgers.  Mummy often takes me to see the queen of dairy up the hill.  I have never met her, but we always leave her palace with ice cream.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mummy, Look What I Made!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/49057</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Jun 2005 18:54:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy came home today and she called my name like she always does.  &quot;Miloooo!  Miloooo, I'm hoooome! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy came home today and she called my name like she always does.  "Miloooo!  Miloooo, I'm hoooome!"  But I did not come running down the stairs.  "Miloooo!  Where are yoooouuuu?"  Mummy called.  I stayed put.  Mummy came upstairs looking for me.  Surprise, Mummy! I said, staring at her from the bed, Look what I made!  I had pushed all of the covers into a giant heap and kicked all of the pillows into a pile.  Mummy started to laugh because all she could see was my head popping up from behind the pillows.  "Milo," Mummy chuckled, "Did you make a fort?  Is this your castle?"   Yes, Mummy!  I said, This is my fort!  Intruders beware!  I would especially like to protect my kingdom from my crazy cousin PeeWee.  He licked me in the eye over Memorial Day weekend and it has been watering ever since.  

But Memorial Day wasn't all bad.  We went to a barbeque at Gramma and Grampa's.  The best part of the  whole weekend was that Mummy forgot to bring my dog food to Gramma and Grampa's house, so she had to feed me mashed up hamburger and Cheerios.  I'm not sure what the purpose of the Cheerios were, but I figured I would eat them anyway.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If You Talk to a King, He Will Listen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/47806</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2005 18:55:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is letting me write two diary entries today!  She says that is because it is a holiday weekend ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is letting me write two diary entries today!  She says that is because it is a holiday weekend.  She said it is also because this entry could help a lot of other dog owners.

Remember how I talked about my anxiety "ishoos?"  Well, I haven't felt them for a long time, but today, well, I guess I had a breakdown.  Mummy and Jimmy had to go to the store to return a blender that they had gotten at the bridal shower (they got two blenders- Mummy said that happens at every shower).  Mummy gave me the treat trapper like she normally does, but when they walked out the door, I was going crazy!  Mummy could hear me barking from outside and I was even scratching at the door.  I wanted to go with them!

Mummy came back inside and Jimmy waited outside.  When she came back outside to Jimmy a few minutes later, I was quiet, and all was well.  Jimmy was stunned. 
 "How did you do that?" he asked Mummy. 
 Mummy smiled.  "I talked to him," she said.  "I told him he couldn't come."
 "And THAT got him to stop barking?"  Jimmy asked in disbelief.  
Mummy nodded.  "Uh-huh."

You see, many of you out there might laugh, but Mummy used to watch this show on Animal Planet called "The Pet Psychic."  Although the show made her chuckle at times, she thought maybe the pet psychic had a point on a lot of things.  So Mummy read the pet psychic's book, "What the Animals Tell Me."  One of the things the pet psychic said was that if you have to go on a trip or something, then you need to TALK to your doggie and EXPLAIN to them why they can't come.  That seems so obvious to me, but I guess you people need a lot of guidance or something.  I rarely share these kinds of things with people because there are a lot of skeptics out there, but here is the conversation Mummy had with me today when I was barking at the door.  She came back inside, sat down with me on the steps and said, "Milo, you stay here.  We'll be back. You can't come with us because it would be too hot for you in the car. I need you to stay and guard the house for me.  Can you do that?"  (at this point I just looked at her.)  "Can you stay here?  Can you help Mummy?  I'll be back soon.  Go get your treat trapper, go on.  You stay here."  And no joke, people, I ran right up those stairs, picked up my treat trapper, and retreated quietly to the bedroom.    Dog owners always say their dogs don't listen to them, but have those owners really tried talking to their dogs?  I am lucky to have a Mummy who understands me so well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King Discovers a Groundhog's Lair</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/47762</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2005 14:17:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday's walk was very exciting.  Do you know what I found?  A GROUNDHOG HOLE!!  I stuck my whole ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday's walk was very exciting.  Do you know what I found?  A GROUNDHOG HOLE!!  I stuck my whole head in there and I soooo wanted to just crawl right in, but Mummy wouldn't let me.  "Please, Mummy?" I said.  But she said no.  She said if I went in there I might never come back or a fat groundhog might bite me on the nose.  Those things can be mean, you know!  They may look all cute and furry, but I have heard that groundhogs are evil.  So there was no crawling into the evil groundhog's lair for me.

So we walked on, and I found this thing that looked like a ball of fur.  Maybe it was a dead mouse.  Maybe it was a piece of a dead animal.  Who knows?  It was definitely something that was once animal-related, so what else was there to do?  I had to ROLL IN IT!  "No rolling!"  Mummy said, but it was too late.  Once I start rolling it's like I'm possessed, I can't stop!  The only thing that made me move on was Mummy saying, "Let's go up the bike path, Milo!"

We live in a townhouse development.  It is huge.  Everyone has a dog and there are sidewalks everywhere.  Last year they built this giant bridge so you could cross over the busy road to the bike path.  Mummy and I love to run up it.  She says it looks like the ramp to the monorail in Disney World.  When we get to the top I peek my head over the edge to the road below.  Sometimes the big trucks will honk at me because I look so funny.  What more could a dog ask for?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kingly Anxiety</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/47416</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 May 2005 17:33:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ages ago, Mummy said I should use this diary to talk about some of my &quot;ishoos.&quot;  There is one thing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ages ago, Mummy said I should use this diary to talk about some of my "ishoos."  There is one thing I have never discussed here, and that is my separation anxiety.  You see, I love Mummy more than anything or anyone in the world.  When I first arrived in Mummy's life I used to follow her around the house, like a shadow.  When Mummy took me to obedience school, I actually won a contest that the trainer held between the dogs.  It was supposed to help teach us the "come" command, but I already knew that one.  She held us back and when our mummies said "come," we were supposed to run to them.  Whoever ran to their mummy the fastest won a prize.  Well, I HATE being separated from my mummy, and when the trainer let me go, I ran to Mummy in 1.8 seconds (or something like that).  I'm not even sure if Mummy even said "Come!"  I just ran to her!  And we won a bag of Alpo treats.  Mummy was very proud.  Anyway, right when Mummy started dating her Jimmy, I began to get nervous.  I don't know what I was afraid of, really.  When she would leave the house, I would....destroy....things.   Namely, Mummy's sheets.  Mummy would come home to find her bed sheets shredded and ripped to smithereens.  One time I even peed on them!  When I tore up Mummy's favorite set of flannel penguin sheets, she said I had gone too far.  She put me back in the crate during the day (but only temporarily).  When I got a little better she started giving me special toys called "treat trappers."  Treat trappers would help distract me when Mummy left the house.  Now I look forward to Mummy leaving so that I can get the treat trappers!  They are shaped like all different animals.  My favorite is a giant crab (the biscuit goes through his mouth).  I named him Krebby Peddy.

And so those are my issues.  No more anxiety, but I do watch Mummy leave from the window each morning and she waves to me as she goes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kings Don't Like to Be Ignored</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/46987</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 May 2005 19:30:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What does the word &quot;bonkers&quot; mean?  I hear that a lot from Mummy.  &quot;You are driving me bonkers, Milo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What does the word "bonkers" mean?  I hear that a lot from Mummy.  "You are driving me bonkers, Milo," and, "Are you trying to drive me bonkers, Milo?"  How can I do that when I don't even know where Bonkers is and I can't drive anyway?  Mummy was trying to write thank you notes because her bridal shower was this past weekend (good thing the dry socket wiz-dum tooth was all better for her- Phew!).  She was writing those thank you notes for an awful long time.  She just kept writing and writing and writing.  I tried throwing toys in her lap but it just wasn't working.  She gave me a chewstick to try to distract me (and I must admit that works sometimes), but tonight I really wanted to PLAY!  By the time Mummy was done with those thank yous, there were toys EVERYWHERE.  Mummy started counting them.  "Nine toys, Milo!" she said, "You pulled out NINE different toys, two nubs and one whole chewstick."  I looked at Mummy and blinked my big brown eyes.  So?  What's the big deal?  I don't see the problem here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Palace Full of BoobyTraps!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/46180</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 May 2005 16:11:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what it means when a toy squeaks?  It means, &quot;Time to play, Milo!&quot;  or &quot;Come downstairs, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what it means when a toy squeaks?  It means, "Time to play, Milo!"  or "Come downstairs, Milo!"  I live for the sound of the squeak.  Since Mummy only squeaks the toys when SHE is ready to play, sometimes I try dumping them on her while she is watching TV.  That doesn't always work, so I often resort to well-placed booby traps.  If you are a pup who lives for the sound of the squeak, here are some clever places to put your toys so you can be sure your Mummy (or someone else) will step on them accidentally.  I suggest small toys with loud squeakers, so that you will hear them wherever you are and you'll be able to come running for instant play:
-one of the stairs on the staircase (or two if you want a double- booby trap)
-on a sofa cushion
-beside the bed
-on the bed (be sure to hide it under blankets or pillows so that when your Mummy rolls over, "SQUEAK!")
-underneath the bed (but be sure their feet can still reach it- must be strategically placed here!!)
-under the kitchen table
-at the foot of the couch (so when they stand up, "SQUEAK!")
-under the computer desk
-at the foot of the stairs
The only place I do not hide booby traps is the bathroom.  This is because if they step on the boobytrap in the bathroom, they will usually be too busy to play with you when you come running.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dark Clouds in the Kingdom Always Have Silver Linings</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/45766</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 May 2005 14:34:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy had her wiz-dum tooth taken out last week.  She seemed to be getting better, even though she s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy had her wiz-dum tooth taken out last week.  She seemed to be getting better, even though she smelled a little funny to me (like a doctor's office or something).  But after about three days, she started to feel worse again.  She said her mouth ached a lot.  She had to take these pills just so she could sleep.  I heard her tell Jimmy that her whole mouth ached all the way up to her ear!  Wow, that must have been pretty bad.  Things were very sad around here.  There were no walks.  Mummy would come home and not say much.  She always seemed to feel bad.  On Tuesday, Mummy came home from school and she did something very unusual.  She started CRYING!  It scared me so much that I hid under the bed.  Mummies don't cry!  At least that's what I thought.  So today she went back to the doctor.  But guess what?  When she came home, she was a new Mummy!  Smiling, happy!  They had fixed her pain!  All gone!  "Milo," she said, "They told me I had DRY SOCKET."  Dry socket?  Ewwww!  What IS that?  I asked.  Mummy said it was when the wiz-dum tooth hole doesn't heal right and the blood doesn't clot.  The doctor gave her some kind of oil on the wound and now she's fine.  All of this is very gross if you ask me, so I am just going to move along to another subject.  As long as Mummy is feeling okay again, that's all that matters.

Mummy was so happy today that we finally went for a walk!  And do you know what?  I didn't walk.  I didn't sit down, though, either.  I was so happy to be out with Mummy that I GALLOPED the whole way!  Like a little pony!  We saw the little people inmates playing in their stockyard, and we saw my girlfriend Emma.  Emma has a skin allergy and has chewed all of the hair off of her back end (what is it with dogs going bald in this neighborhood?).  She looks like one of those chinese hairless dogs.  Poor Emma.  She is still lovely.  Today she was playing with an ant on the sidewalk.  She's so smart!  She loves bugs just like me!  That's my girl.  My bald girl!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mummy's Back!  (Minus One Tooth)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/44570</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 May 2005 07:04:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy is back!  Mummy is okay! She came home yesterday and when I went to lick her lips to say welco ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy is back!  Mummy is okay! She came home yesterday and when I went to lick her lips to say welcome home, she smelled really funny.  She smelled like a doctor's office and blood and icky stuff.  It scared me so I ran and hid under the bed.  I stayed there for a while until I was sure that was really my mummy and that she was going to be okay.  Then I laid on her belly and we watched the movie "Garfield" together.  Have you ever seen that?  It was really funny.  I'm not much for cats, but the dog in it looked a little like me.  And I loved the scenes where they were pushing each other off the chair and dancing together.  I like to watch TV sometimes, especially the Westminster Dog show, or computer generated movies like Finding Nemo.  And every once in a while, Mummy will read a book to me.  It's called "I Promise I'll Find You."  It's about a mummy telling how she will look for her baby if they are ever separated from each other.  Mummy will read me the words in her special voice, "If I had a little row boat, I'd row it out to sea, I'd row row row row row and bring you back to me..."  Mummy always says that's what she would do if I ever got lost.  Don't worry Mummy, I won't ever get lost!

Anyway, I am going to help Mummy now and see if she wants me to clean out the oatmeal bowl for her.  I tell you, she is not eating very yummy foods.  What happened to the sandwiches and cheeseburgers?  She is eating pastina and pudding and ice cream.  Yuck!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Angry Dum Tooth</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/44264</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 May 2005 14:44:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, poor Mummy!  She is having problems with something called a &quot;Wiz-dum tooth.&quot;  She said her tooth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, poor Mummy!  She is having problems with something called a "Wiz-dum tooth."  She said her tooth hurts a lot and that it is bothering her very much.  She was worried that the wizdum tooth was going to mess up her wedding plans.  Tomorrow she is going to have surgery so they can take the tooth out!  I have never heard of such a thing!  Why would someone want to get rid of their teeth?  I think this is very scary.  Mummy says she needs to get rid of this tooth because it is angry and it is growing in the wrong direction.  I hope she will be okay. I don't like the idea of Mummy having tooth surger-ee.

Mummy could not go to school today because of her tooth.  She had to go visit the doctor.  But she also had to go to school early in the morning to drop off her lesson plans for the substitute teacher.  And guess what?  Mummy took me with her!  I had to wait in the car, but I was still so excited to see where Mummy worked.  There were no kids there yet, but I saw a big yellow bus go by and lots of teachers with big bags.  Mummy said it was so nice to see my face in the parking lot of her work.  Wouldn't it be great if we could go to work with our Mummies every day?

Anyway, I am going to go brush my teeth now and see if Mummy has any greenies for me.  I don't want anyone to ever have to take out any of my teeth.  Mummy says she wishes she took the wiz-dum tooth out a long time ago.  Poor Mummy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crikey!  It's the Bug Hunta'!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/43818</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 May 2005 08:56:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night while Mummy and Jimmy were watching a movie, I spotted something moving across the floor. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night while Mummy and Jimmy were watching a movie, I spotted something moving across the floor.  It was a CENTIPEDE!!  I have many talents, and the best of them all just happens to be bug hunting.  I can spot a spider on the wall from a mile away.  If a moth gets in the house, it will be stalked, hunted, and destroyed.  I show no mercy, not even to ladybugs.  So anyway, Mummy absolutely HATES centipedes.  She says they are the evil bugs of Satan, whoever that is.  When I saw this one scatter across the rug, I was on it instantly.  Mummy heard a WOOSH as I flew off the sofa like a hawk.  All she saw were my  back legs pointed out as I dove through the air to make my kill.  That centipede had no chance!  Mummy let out this loud scream because she says those centipedes can bite.  So I spit it out, leaving it not dead but maimed.  Jimmy headed over to finish off the job as the hairy creature lay there twitching on the rug.  Ta da!  Another bug meets his match!  

Mummy says I should go on that TV show, Fear Factor.  If they said, "We'll give you $50,000 if your dog will eat this African Cave Dwelling Spider,"  I'd say, "No problem!  Please deposit the money into my account.  Ch-ching!"  No matter what size the insect, I would get the job done.  Mummy says this is one of the best things about me.  

Today is Mother's Day.  I got Mummy a card (Jimmy helped me pick it out).  Now we are going over to Gramma's house to make her dinner.  Mummy says I'd better behave myself because my cousins JB and PeeWee will be there.  I can't wait to tell them all about my bug hunt!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleepy Time in the Kingdom</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 7 May 2005 05:58:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am sorry if you are one of those dogs who has to sleep in a crate.  When I first arrived at Mummy' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am sorry if you are one of those dogs who has to sleep in a crate.  When I first arrived at Mummy's house , I slept in a crate too.  And Mummy says I was good at it.  She said I was always a quiet pup and that I slept late into the mornings and never cried.  I never went peepee or poopy in my crate (except for that time I got sick- but that doesn't count).  But one night, way before Mummy met Jimmy, there was a terrible storm.  Lightning was flashing and thunder was booming and the whole house seemed very scary.  Mummy came running downstairs at about 2am and carried me up into the bedroom.  She said she felt bad leaving me down there in the storm, but really, I didn't mind.  I had been in that pet store alone so I was used to it (but don't ever tell her that!!).  I think Mummy was really the one who was scared, but I didn't say anything.  So ever since that fateful night, I have been allowed to sleep in Mummy's bed.  The crate was folded up and put away.  Mummy often says it was the biggest mistake she ever made because she is a light sleeper.  In the morning she often complains that I woke her up during the night.  "Thank you for kicking me in the head last night, Milo," she will say sarcastically.  Or, "Do you realize you slapped me in the face with your paw at three a.m?"  She doesn't like when I give her my warning growl if she rolls too close to me while I'm sleeping.  It's not really a growl.  It's just me going, "Garoooooo, you're too close to my head."  The other night she said I was snoring!  She said I woke her up by making a noise that sounded like this: 
                                              "ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."  
I can't recall doing this because I was dreaming about swimming in a big bowl of cereal milk, but I suppose anything is possible.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Frankenpuppy and the Wrath of Mummy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/43186</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 May 2005 20:47:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wednesday is when the landscapers come.  They take care of the front yards in all of the townhouses. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wednesday is when the landscapers come.  They take care of the front yards in all of the townhouses.  Their big machines make lots of noise and they make the meadow look flat and smooth.  They don't take care of our backyard, though.  Mummy and Jimmy do that, and they like it that way.  

When Mummy came home from school today, she let me out on the runner in the backyard.  I chased three rabbits away, took a quick peepee, and went back inside with Mummy.  That's when we both noticed that my front paws were green!  And they were a weird green, too, kind of like flourescent or something.  Mummy was perplexed, but she shrugged it off, thinking maybe I had stepped in something funny outside.  But later on we headed out front to take a walk, and that's when Mummy realized my back paws were turning green, too.  "You look like Frankenpuppy!"  Mummy said.  It all came together when we saw the landscapers truck.  They had been fertilizing the fields with some kind of greenish-yellow liquid, and Mummy was NOT happy.  That meant they had been in our backyard, too, since that was where my paws first transformed.  What were they doing in our backyard?  The backyard is off limits to the landscapers!  Fertilizer in our backyard is forbidden!! That meant our kingdom had been violated!!

Mummy gave me a tubby and scrubbed my little pawsies.  The green came right off, but Mummy was still mad.  She called our townhome association and they insisted that the landscapers did NOT go in our backyard and that the fertilizer was NOT causing green stains.  Mummy sat in our upstairs window and watched other dogs walk by on the street, hoping to prove the association wrong.  I think she was getting a little out of control because she had binoculars and she was zooming in on all of the dogs' paws.  "There!"  she cried, focusing on this big dog from down the street who looks like a polar bear.  "Clearly, green paws!!!"  she said.  And I must say, she was right.  The polar bear dog had little green paw boots.  So Mummy is now on quite a rampage because they put this weird chemical in our backyard.  I think tomorrow she is going to go outside with a hose and wash down the entire kingdom.  I don't like the chemicals either, but it was kind of fun to have green paws for a while.  "Beware of Frankenpuppy!"  I teased.  "Be afraid of the extra-terrierestrial!"  At least I got to take a tubby.  That's almost like being in a little swimming pool with soap!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Haunted Castle</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/42947</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 May 2005 20:05:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Shhhh!  I want to tell you a secret.  I think my castle might be haunted!  The other day, Gramma bou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Shhhh!  I want to tell you a secret.  I think my castle might be haunted!  The other day, Gramma bought me this deeelicious bone from a gourmet dog bakery.  Mummy split the bone in two for me because it was so big.  I hid both pieces under the bed.  And then something went POOF in my brain and I could not stop thinking about these bones.  I guarded them with my life.  I growled at anyone who came near them, including Mummy.  She was so mad at me for behaving like that.  She tried to use her hand-shaped back scratcher to reach under the bed and get the bones away from me, but I snarled at that back scratcher and attacked it.  Mummy eventually gave up but she said she was very upset by my behavior.  The next day I went to check on my bones under the bed and they were GONE!  VANISHED!  The bones had disappeared!  And then I started thinking, "You know, this has happened before..."  Toys that I work relentlessly on shredding will disappear from my toy box on occassion.  Chewstick nubs vanish from their designated bowl.  Big Ed's legs up and walked away from the sofa cushion I hid them in.  It can only mean one thing- GHOSTS!  This castle is haunted and I'd better tell Mummy as soon as possible so she can call an exorcist or something.  

Guess what I found on today's walk?  Nope, not a tennis ball.  Not a new friend in the meadow either.  Not bear poopy (unfortunately).  I found a balloon!  It is a well known fact that I love balloons.  The real estate agents who come to our neighborhood and tie balloons to their for sale signs never see them again.  This is because it is especially fun to play with the balloons that bob above their signs.  I do this until they go POP and won't fly anymore.  The balloon I found today was small and green and it was just lying in the grass.  So I dragged it by the string until it was dead.  It didn't make that cool POP sound, though.  It just kind of went phishhhhhhh.  But it was still fun to play with!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The King who Loved Wild Poopy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/42024</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 14:39:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy was not happy with our walk again today.  Lately I just feel like sitting down every few feet  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy was not happy with our walk again today.  Lately I just feel like sitting down every few feet while we're walking.  I like to feel the breeze on my face.  Today I lay in the grass and looked up at the sky.  The clouds looked like pillows.  And then Mummy's shadow loomed over me and she said, "Milo, let's GO!"  She wasn't really mad, I don't think, but she does get frustrated when I "root myself," as she puts it.  I especially like to watch the cars go by.  I wonder where everyone is going and if they are bringing their dogs with them, too.  Mummy sometimes takes me in the big car.  The very first car ride I ever took was to the cider mill to buy donuts.  That was the BEST trip EVER!  And sometimes the big car takes us to the park to go hiking.  I loooove splashing in the Black River and pretending I am coming out of my den in the rocks.  The big car can also take us to Gramma and Grampa's or Aunt Laura's house.  If I am lucky the big car will take us to Budday's house where I can swim in his pool and torment him.  If I am REALLY lucky the car will take me to Petco!  That is the best place on earth, although I am a little intimidated by the magical door that opens for you when you step in front of it.  Why doesn't the door open for us like that at home?

Mummy was also frustrated with me on our walk today because of my rolling.  This is something Mummy can never understand.  My little doggy nostrils are not like hers.  For instance, I LOVE smelling things, LOTS of things.  And the things that smell good to me seem to disgust Mummy.  When I find something particularly smelly, I will roll in it.  Mummy says "rolling" is an understatement.  She says I like to smear my head in it, mash my ears against it till the smelly thing is smashed beneath my hair fibers for all eternity.  Take for instance, the dead mouse in the meadow.  It only took a split second for Mummy to take her eyes off of me, and the next thing she knew, I was smothering myself in gushy mouse guts!  And then there was the time we went to Merrill Creek with Gramma.  We walked about 10 feet on the path when I came upon the most glorious pile of poopy I have ever smelled in my whole life.  I don't roll in just any poopy, you see.  It must be WILD poopy, like deer poopy or fox poopy.  I have never been fortunate enough to come across bear poopy, but I am young and I like to believe there's still hope.  Anyway, the day I rolled in the wild poopy at Merrill Creek was not a happy day for Mummy.  She said the smell was so unbearable that she dragged me over to the reservoir and dunked my head in it.  (It was October!  Very cold!!)  Then she scrubbed my head with a tissue she had in her backpack.  Too late for Mummy, that wilderness poopy was all over my collar and my ears and my leash!  Mummy actually wrapped my head in a towel for the whole ride home.  She washed my collar in the washing machine, too.  She just doesn't understand the joy of odors.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Into Every Kingdom a Little Rain Must Fall</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/41533</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 15:39:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ding, dong the cat is dead!  Well, not really dead.  But gone!  We found out yesterday that the evil ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ding, dong the cat is dead!  Well, not really dead.  But gone!  We found out yesterday that the evil black cat down the street MOVED OUT!  There was a moving truck outside his house and we watched them all drive away.  I stuck my tongue out at him as he left.  No more bunny murders in MY yard!

In other news, I am trying to convince Mummy to get me a sandbox. Wouldn't that be fantastic?  I could hide my bones and dig them up over and over again.  If I'm really bored I could build a sand castle.  Maybe I can bury my whole body, or dig tunnels to explore!  I used to go to the playground down the street.  They didn't have a sandbox but they had a slide.  I would actually climb up it and slide down on all fours.  The ladder was wooden so I could sprint up it really fast.  Last year I wanted Mummy to get me a swimming pool, but I don't think it would fit in our yard.  She got me one of those plastic ones a few years ago, but it kept blowing into all of the neighbor's yards.  One day it blew about 8 houses down!  Mummy said she felt really dumb carrying that bulky pool all the way back home, especially when all of the neighbors knew that she didn't have any children.  (What am I, chopped liver?)  

I was not very cooperative on our walk today.  Maybe I was grumpy from this morning.  I went out on the runner to go peepee in the backyard and I got caught in a torrential downpour of rain.  I don't know what happened.  It was only drizzling when I stepped out there, and the next thing I knew, the sky opened up.  Mummy looked out the back door and saw me standing there blinking my eyes, stunned.  I yelled, "MUMMY!  HELP MEEEE!"  and then I came running inside.  She toweled me off and gave me a biscuit and I ran right upstairs to bed.  That was no way to start the day, even though Mummy seemed to find it humorous.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And the cold wind blew!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/41141</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 19:12:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The wind was blooooowing today on our walk.  Mummy would laugh every time a big gust came by because ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The wind was blooooowing today on our walk.  Mummy would laugh every time a big gust came by because my ears would blow straight up, like this: ^^
First they were down and then they were up.  Then one up, one down.  I told Mummy to stop laughing at me, but then I started to run and laugh too.  Wind is fun!

There is a big, mean dog named Apollo who lives down the street from us.  When we get to his house I run past every time, because sometimes he gets loose and runs at US.  I am afraid of Apollo because he growls at me and looks very mean.  Mummy says we have to be nice to Apollo because we don't know what his life is like.  Maybe Apollo is mean to us because someone is mean to him.  I know what she is saying but it is hard to be nice to a dog who is scary and growls.  I am just writing it down here in case some day I run past his house and he EATS ME.  At least I can say I was trying to be nice to him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miniature Beasts and Evil Cats</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/40512</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 14:28:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The weather has been so nice lately that Mummy and I have been going on looong walks every day.  She ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The weather has been so nice lately that Mummy and I have been going on looong walks every day.  She says I lost weight and look much trimmer now that I am getting more exercise.

Yesterday we met a lady on our walk who had a creature with her that frightened me terribly.  It was about 8 inches long and had shaggy white hair.  It had little black eyes and a black nose about the size of a button.  "Mummy?"  I said, stopping in my tracks when I saw it, "What IS that thing?"  I would not move, I would not budge.  I sat frozen as it walked closer to us.  "Milo, that is a dog.  I think it is a teacup dog."   No way!  I said, that is noooo dog.  It came closer to me and said "BaRk!" and I jumped about ten feet.  It smelled like a dog.  "bArK!" it said and I jumped again.  It had a little wagging tail.  I was no longer afraid, but I think I was confused.  It looked like a puppet!  "Mummy, is it real?"  I asked.  It was real.  It was named Muffin.  Mummy thought she was cute and she was laughing very hard every time I jumped.  It was a little embarrassing.

And to top it off, a black cat ran through our yard yesterday (I will get this cat, mark my words!) and do you know what it had in its mouth?  A baby bunny!  Mummy yelled and chased after it but it ran away.  Poor leetle bunny!  If I had caught it, I would not have carried it away in my mouth like that.  I mean, I bark at the rabbits all the time, but I am no bunny killer.  I am certain it met its doom.  That cat is quite evil, you know.  It must be stopped! And it's up to me to boot him out of the kingdom!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Little King's Thoughts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/38774</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 13:12:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy said that today I forgot the meaning of the word &quot;walk.&quot;  She said, &quot;Milo, if we are going to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy said that today I forgot the meaning of the word "walk."  She said, "Milo, if we are going to go for a walk, that means you are supposed to WALK."  I felt like sitting down a lot today.  First, the little people were outside playing at the daycare center.  So I sat down and watched them swing on the swings (Mummy says that's a lot of fun and not enough adults do it anymore).  I liked the squeaky sound that the swings made.  When I finally decided to move again (it had nothing to do with Mummy's tugging), we made it all the way to the corner. But then I saw the nice shade that the dogwood tree was making so I decided to sit down again.  I watched the school buses going by.  They were filled with little people!  I sat down every four feet, or so Mummy says.  I  just like to see the sights, if you know what I mean.

Mummy says I absolutely MUST talk about what happened the other day on our walk.  I would rather forget about it, but she says I need to express myself and talk about my "ishoos" whatever those are.  Anyway, I was playing with my friend Savannah on the corner (right near that dogwood tree with the great shade) when all of a sudden, along comes this black and white dog with his owner.  I don't know what it was- maybe it was the way he smelled or the look on his face, but I suddenly disliked him very much and wanted him to go away! So I did what you would do if you wanted someone to go away.  I made a lot of noise!  I barked, I screeched, I yelped, I snarled, I said, "Go away you black and white dog! Go away!"  Mummy had to physically hold me back.  It became so unbearable to her that she actually had to pick me up and carry me away.  And as she did I shouted over her shoulder, "I'll get you, black and white dog!  I'll get you!"  I didn't like him interrupting my playtime with Savannah.  I didn't like that he was bigger than me.  But as Mummy says, I was well beyond the borders of my kingdom and I can't have everything my way.

On a brighter note, I found more treasure in the meadow!  This is way better than a tennis ball.  It was a Cuz!  Do you know what a Cuz is?  It's a little red ball with feet and horns.  It's supposed to look like a little devil.  Finding this toy made me the happiest boy, I mean dog, in the world.  Mummy named it Little Lucifer (I already have a Cuz ball named Rodrigo, so Mummy wanted me to be able to tell them apart).  Little Lucifer sleeps with us at night now!  He is my new friend.  How many of you can say you've found friends lying in a meadow?  Not many, I'm sure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Anti-Pill Crusade</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/38304</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 16:41:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so this is going too far.  I don't want to be angry at Mummy.  I know she is trying to help me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so this is going too far.  I don't want to be angry at Mummy.  I know she is trying to help me.  She has been trying to explain to me that the pills she has been hiding in my food are good for my skin.  She even showed me the bottle that the pills came in- they are called "VY-TAH-MINZ."  Hmph!  Whatever.  The other day I spit one out and squished it all over the carpet.  Mummy still can't get the stain out!  

My pal Bailey has been trying to help.  She even said she would contact a lawyer for me if Mummy didn't stop drugging me.  What a great pal!  Bailey is a bulldog and she lives in the Arctic.  At least, that's what it sounds like to me.  It never stops snowing where she is!  Gosh, I would not like that!  I don't even like to go peepee when it rains.  Mummy thinks Bailey is so funny.  She tells her students all about me, and she recently started telling them about Bailey and my other pals on Dogster, too.  They asked to see pictures of my pals, so now there are doggy photos on the bulletin board above her desk for the kids to see.  There's Bailey, a bulldog named Sampson Eugene who was once bitten by a VAMPIRE, and a cool kitty named Francis Ignatius.  There are also pictures of my cousins, JB, PeeWee, and Ralphie.  Here is where you can find Bailey  http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=25565&j=t
You can see my other pals on my page, too (Francis Ignatius lives with Rufus).  Dogster is the best!  My pals make me laugh every day.

I have a lot to tell you about my latest walk, but I will save it for tomorrow.  It all involves a toy, some growling, and some neighborhood dogs.  Needless to say, Mummy was not pleased.  Stay tuned!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Am Being Drugged! (Et tu, Mummy?)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/37838</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 15:45:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what I found in my dinner the other night?  A PILL!  A gross, squishy, brown liquid caps ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what I found in my dinner the other night?  A PILL!  A gross, squishy, brown liquid capsule of some sort.  I walked over to Mummy and spit it out at her feet (on the carpet, of course).  "What IS this, Mummy?"  I demanded.  "How did this get in my food?"  She went on to explain to me that the pill is some kind of natural herb that helps my skin allergies.  See, I get skin allergies really bad in the spring, summer, and fall.  My belly turns so pink that Mummy calls me "little piggy."  I have noticed lately that my skin allergies  have been better, but I had no idea it was because of drugs!  I tell you, I will not stand for this.  The past couple of nights I've eaten all my dinner and dumped the pill out on the carpet every time.  Mummy gets very mad at me, but I can't help it.  She also told me she sprinkles some kind of herbal powder called Biotin in my dry food to help the allergies, too.  I can't avoid that one, but it doesn't bother me as much because I can't taste it.  This is war, Mummy!  The War of the Spit-Out Pills, and I shall be victorious!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Pawsitively Lovely Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/37375</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Apr 2005 10:59:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If I could color the perfect day in my coloring book, it would look exactly like it does today- blue ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If I could color the perfect day in my coloring book, it would look exactly like it does today- blue sky, sun shining, little flowers everywhere!  Mummy and I just came back from our walk.  Today we decided to take the bike path.  We always run up the bridge (that's the best part).  But today we had to stop halfway up because I had a spider dangling from me (I don't know how these things happen, really).  On the way back we passed the daycare center, and it's Saturday, so all of the little people inmates were not playing in the fenced in yard.  I dragged Mummy over there because I could see all of their toys behind the fence- colored balls, plastic cars, mini trucks, hula hoops, frisbees.  Oh, joy!  Except I couldn't get through the fence.  I tried sticking my nose through but the rest of me couldn't fit.  I stuck a paw through and swatted a blue rubber ball but it rolled out of my reach.  So I ran around the outside of the fence until I got to the front door of the daycare center.  "Let me in!  I am coming in to play with your toys!"  I said.  But Mummy shook her head and said they were closed, and that I couldn't go to school anyway.  Oh well.

Mummy had a dream last night that she was rescuing unwanted dogs and putting them all in a shopping cart.  She said one of them even had no front legs but she wanted him anyway.  I hope this is not some prediction of the future.  I am the only dog in this household, end of story!

Tonight Mummy and Jimmy are having their friends over for a ham sandwich party.  They have a big ham to cook and they are going to have everyone bring their own bread and toppings for their sandwiches.  I think this sounds like the BEST PARTY EVER!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fur in the Wind and Another Walk through the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/36581</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Apr 2005 15:40:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was a beautiful, breezy day today, so when Mummy got home from work she said, &quot;Let's go, Milo, we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was a beautiful, breezy day today, so when Mummy got home from work she said, "Let's go, Milo, we are going to brush your hair!"  I don't like hair brushing.  I try to avoid it at all costs.  But today was such a beautiful spring day that I could not argue.  And Mummy was using the special mitt-brush she has (I absolutely will not tolerate a regular doggy hairbrush- OUCH!).  I lay in the grass and let Mummy "pet brush" me.  My fur flew away in the wind and Mummy said, "Look, Milo, your hair is blowing everywhere.  It looks like snow!"  I watched big puffs of my white hair twirl above my head. My hair is probably floating past your window as we speak.

Then we went for a walk.  I love going for walks.  Something interesting always happens.  Let me tell you who we met today.  First we saw our neighbors, Susan and Daisy.  Daisy is a Cairn terrier.  When we see each other we run the other direction.  It's not that we dislike each other.  It's called "indifference."  Then I saw a little girl playing in the meadow.  She came running up to me and asked Mummy if she could hold my leash (Mummy said, "Sorry, no way!").  The little girl person started to talk to me.  She said she was from Singapore.  She asked Mummy how old I was and when Mummy  said I was six, the little girl person looked at me and said, "You're 6?  I am 7!"  These little people seem to think I can talk to them.

Halfway through the walk I insisted on sitting down.  I wanted to watch the cars go by.  Mummy did not like this and wanted to keep walking, but I refused.  A jogger ran by and said, "hello little dog!"  Some other people walked by and chuckled.  "Are you tired?  Are you taking a break?" they said.  I looked at everyone and wagged my tail.  Then I laid down in the grass and rolled around.  Mummy tried to drag me away but it didn't work.  I only got up when I was good and ready.

Then we went on the foot bridge across the bicycle path.  I saw a springer spaniel and a pitt bull.  I liked them both and we got along very well.  Then I saw the little people at the daycare center.  They had thrown all of their play balls over the fence, and the little people were lined up along the fence like inmates again, staring at the toys that they could not reach.  So Mummy and I ran over and tossed all of the balls back over the fence to them.  I think that made the little people very happy because they squealed and smiled.  It was a good day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>King of 'Da Nubs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/36131</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Apr 2005 18:33:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy has discovered my secret.  Downstairs in the TV room I have two toyboxes.  When Mummy and Jimm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy has discovered my secret.  Downstairs in the TV room I have two toyboxes.  When Mummy and Jimmy watch TV, I relentlessly pull toys from these boxes and throw them at their faces until Mummy goes to the cupboard and gets me a chewstick.  I loooove chewsticks.  These are the big, knotty kind from Walmart that I chew on slowly until they unravel.  But I never dispose of them totally.  I chew on them until they turn all milky and gooey and there is just a nubby piece of them left.  Then I hide the nubby pieces all over the house and wait until someone steps on them unexpectedly.  So funny!!  Anyway, Mummy finally realized the nubs were getting out of control.  They were everywhere, in every room, under every blanket and pillow.  She started digging through my toyboxes and that's when she found EIGHT full chewsticks, unused, that I had hidden in my box.  So she TOOK THEM ALL and said she was going to donate them to needy dogs.  What does needy mean?  Aren't I needy?  I mean, I might NEED those chewsticks, that's why I was saving them!!  Then she gathered up all of the nub pieces and put them in a bowl in the living room.  What is the point of that?  Why a bowl?  What was she trying to prove?  I was so annoyed that I pulled out all of the nubs and re-hid them throughout the house, one by one.  That will teach her!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo and the Little People</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/35460</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 14:03:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know that Mummy is a teacher and she deals with the little people on a daily basis.  I kind of lik ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know that Mummy is a teacher and she deals with the little people on a daily basis.  I kind of like playing with the little ones, much more than playing with other dogs.  Maybe I can tell you some stories about my experiences with the little people.

Mummy walks me past a daycare center every day, and the little people play outside in a fenced-in playground.  When we walk by they all line up along the fence like inmates and call out, "DAWG!  DAWGGY!  HALLO DAWG!"  I'm not quite sure what they expect me to do.  Do they know I can't answer them?  Mummy always waves but I usually just stop and stare.  Their high-pitched little voices are very intriguing to my ears and I do kind of like looking at all of their colorful toys.

Another day we were walking by the townhouses near the woods and we heard "PSSST!  PSST!"  When we looked up there was a little boy person peeking out of his front door at us, trying very hard to get our attention.  I tried to bound up the stairs to see him but Mummy wouldn't let me.  She says the little people like me because I am small and cute, just like them.  She also says I look like a cartoon character, and the little people like cartoons.

And one time Mummy took me to a birthday party at a friend's house in the summertime.  It was a little people party with balloons and cake and pizza!  I cared about none of that because there was a POOL!  An above-ground pool with lots of little people swimming in it.  Mummy agreed to let me swim as long as there were only a few little people in the pool with me.  Well, as soon as I dove in, EVERY SINGLE little person at that party dove in with me.  The pool was filled with about 20 little children and me.  We played ball and swam and I think Mummy was just about ready to have a heart attack.  She says I am really a little boy in a dog's body.  I have no idea what this means but it sounds like a good thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Peaceful Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/34981</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 15:18:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hooray!  I was a good boy on Easter!  I didn't fight with my cousins and I even played with them nic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hooray!  I was a good boy on Easter!  I didn't fight with my cousins and I even played with them nicely.  The Easter Bunny came in the morning and left me eggs filled with treats all over the house!  It was so much fun.  I was searching for eggs till the very end of the day, even after Mummy said I had found them all.

And today the sun was shining (finally!) so we took a long walk.  And you know what it means when it has rained for three days straight....MUD!!  Squishy mud, gooshy mud, brown mud, black mud, smelly mud, watery mud, thick mud, thin mud, I loooove mud!  All I heard during the walk was Mummy shouting my name.  At one point I was ankle deep in it.  I know when she is getting annoyed with me because she says my name through clenched teeth really quickly and she stresses the first part of it really fast like this:  "MI - lo!"  So then I run to her and she gets even more annoyed because the mud splatters as I run, all over my little belly.  When we come home I stop by the front walkway to pee-pee all over Mummy's freshly bloomed hyacinths.  Ah, springtime!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A King Afraid</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/34209</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 12:54:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So tomorrow is Easter!  That means two things: 1) Maybe the Easter Bunny will leave me special eggs  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So tomorrow is Easter!  That means two things: 1) Maybe the Easter Bunny will leave me special eggs to hunt for like he did last year, and 2) We are going to grandma and grandpa's house, which means I will see my cousins PeeWee and JB.  Something always goes wrong when I see them, and if you read my diary entry from Mummy's birthday, then you know I was not very well-behaved on that day.  I am going to try verrrry hard to get along with my cousins and not snap at them.  Mummy says I must keep my teeth to myself!  Okay,  I will try.

Mummy said I should also start using these diary entries as therapy because I have so many "issues."  I don't think I have "issues," but I guess it couldn't hurt to talk about some things that bother me here.  One of them is the deep fryer.  Whenever Mummy or Jimmy heats up the little deep fryer in the kitchen, I run and hide under the bed.  At first Jimmy thought it was because he had made a joke about throwing me in the fryer when I was bad (which Mummy said was not funny AT ALL, Jimmy), but that's not it.  I think the sizzling of the fryer reminds me of the fire they had at the puppy mill where I was born.  Mummy found out through some internet research that I came from an Amish puppy mill and that mill had a fire the year I was born.  Many dogs died in it but I survived.  So sometimes when I hear that fryer, I think of things burning and on fire.  The worst part is that I love how the french fries taste when they come out of the deep fryer.  I love it and hate it at the same time!  Oh, the tragedy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Prince of a Friend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/33132</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 17:30:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have I ever told you about my friend Louie?  He is a Bernese Mountain dog and he lives in the townho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have I ever told you about my friend Louie?  He is a Bernese Mountain dog and he lives in the townhouse behind us with his sister, Mia.  She gets in trouble a lot and I often hear their mummy yelling, "MIA!" at the top of her lungs.  But Louie has always been a good boy and I get so excited when I see them coming down the street.  We are the same age.  One day Mummy noticed that Louie had some fur missing.  His mummy told us that Louie had a disease that made his hair fall out.  The next time we saw him he had even more hair missing.  In fact, he had great big bald spots on his body.  I wondered if that made him cold.  We saw him a few weeks after that when he escaped from his yard and came bounding towards us on the street.  His head was completely bald and he had some scabs, too.  Some other people walking their dogs on the street got scared when he ran up to them, wagging his tail.  They said he looked "gross."  But it's Louie, I thought.  He's a good boy, he won't hurt you, it's just some missing fur, that's all.  Mummy helped Louie get home and we didn't see him again for a long, long, time.  One afternoon about a year later, we saw Louie's mummy walking down the street towards us.  She had two dogs with her.  One of them was Mia.  As we got closer, we noticed the other one had white hair (Bernese Mountain dogs have brown or black hair).  "Hello, Mia," Mummy said, and to Mia's owner she said, "And who's this handsome white fellow?"  Mia's owner smiled and said, "That's Louie.  His hair fell out and it grew back all white.  That's just part of the disease."  I smiled and wagged my tail.  I knew that was Louie all the long.  That's the great thing about being a dog.  He didn't seem any different to me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Party in the Palace and a Royal Brawl</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/32830</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 06:47:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was Mummy's birthday.  She had a cake and when they brought it out I thought it was for me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was Mummy's birthday.  She had a cake and when they brought it out I thought it was for me (well, it looked just like the one I had on MY birthday.  How should I have known?).  She had presents, and when they brought them out, I thought they were for me (they looked like the presents I got on my birthday, too, only bigger.  What was I supposed to do?).  Mummy is the best because she shared some cake with me and she let me sit on her lap when she blew out the candles.  And when she opened her presents she let me tear up the paper.  I love the sound of shredding paper!  Things got a little out of control after the cake when cousin PeeWee tried to take the ball I was playing with.  There was a bad doggie brawl underneath the table.  And then Mummy was mad and she kept saying these things to me:  "No one is going to want to play with you if you keep doing this, Milo."  and "Why must you be so mean to your cousins, Milo?  Why can't you share, Milo?"  Aunt Laura was very nice to me and kept saying PeeWee deserved it because he is always causing trouble.  But Mummy said that was no excuse for my behavior.  Now she says I have to write an apology letter to my cuckoo cousin.  I don't even know what an apology letter is!  Mummy says I 'd better start using these doggie diaries to express my feelings.  She says I have a lot of rage and that I need to talk about it.  Okay, I will do that, Mummy.  But not today.  Maybe tomorrow?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is MY kingdom!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/32533</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 13:31:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I am going to write about the dogs I DON'T like and why.  Really, there might not be a reason  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I am going to write about the dogs I DON'T like and why.  Really, there might not be a reason why I don't like them, but I will make one up for the sake of this diary entry.  First, there's Buddy.  Also known as "BudDAY."  He is Jimmy's parents' dog.  (Jimmy is Mummy's fiance- are you impressed that I can spell that?).  Budday is a golden retriever.  Have you ever seen the movie "Forrest Gump?"  He's kind of like that.  I don't like him because he tries to take all of Jimmy's attention.  One time we were playing by the pool, and when Budday came near me, I snapped at him and he got so scared that he actually fell backwards into the pool!  And another time Jimmy had to babysit Budday at his house.  I would NOT let Budday up on the sofa.  Every time he came near it, I growled at him.  He wound up running and hiding under the dining room table.  I also do not like Zoey.  She is Mummy's friend's Pug.  Zoey once tried to take a treat while I was smelling it (sometimes I take time to decide whether I want the treat or not.  I need some think time, you know?).  I snapped at Zoey, too, but I was driven by hunger for that one.  Okay, maybe it was more like a doggy brawl in the kitchen, but it wasn't MY fault!  And finally, there are the neighborhood dogs.  I don't like that big dalmatian down the street because his owner inexplicably walks him in my yard sometimes.  And I am bothered by the weimeraner with the spooky eyes.  Can't explain it.  Don't ask.  If I see it come down the street I just freak out.  I do really like my cousin PeeWee (his picture is under my list of pals) although sometimes we argue.   And that's all.  Just had to get that off my chest, so you know I really am an okay pup.  Sometimes I just get a little cranky.  My friends far out-list my enemies!  Really, they do.  
**Mummy wanted me to add to this entry that SHE likes all of the dogs I mentioned above and that they are ALL very nice dogs (except she agrees with me about the dalmatian).  Whatever, Mummy! **]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Best Dressed in the Kingdom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/32303</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 14:09:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy St. Patty's Day!!!  Mummy took me for a walk today and I got to wear my favorite St. Patty's D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy St. Patty's Day!!!  Mummy took me for a walk today and I got to wear my favorite St. Patty's Day bandanna!  Grandma made that for me, you know.  It's the same one I'm wearing in the picture.  I didn't wear that STUPID hat, though.  I only wore that hat for 2 seconds to take that picture and then NEVER AGAIN.  The best part about wearing my bandanna on my walk was that I attracted so much attention!  The cars driving by slowed down to look at me and all of the neighbors stopped to pet me.  I was so excited I ran the whole way.  Mummy said it was like walking a sled dog!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Photos, Shmotos</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/31598</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 14:39:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so I wasn't very cooperative when Mummy went to have my picture taken yesterday.  Maybe it was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so I wasn't very cooperative when Mummy went to have my picture taken yesterday.  Maybe it was the long car ride.  Or maybe it was cousin PeeWee jumping on me every five seconds on the way there (I didn't MEAN to snap at him, really, it just happened...) or maybe it was the way the wind was blowing.  Who knows?  All I know is that I sat up on that counter thingie with the camera pointed at me and I said NO WAY and went to leap off the table.  The treats Mummy was trying to give me meant nothing.  I spit them all out.  Then all of the other dogs were looking at me and I swear PeeWee stuck his tongue out at me.  So Mummy's arm and hand are also in all of the photos with me.  The camera lady said she can take them out on the computer so it will just be me.  But I did wear my handsome bow tie and I think we managed to get a few nice shots.  If they come out good, maybe Mummy will put them up here on Dogster.  I pose so nicely for Mummy here at home.  I don't know what happened.  I just didn't like all of those people LOOKING at me.  You know, reminds me of the pet store days when everyone would peer into my cage and then walk right on by.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Royal Portrait</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/31270</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 06:44:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mummy says I am getting my picture taken today.  I don't see why she can't do it herself- she took a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mummy says I am getting my picture taken today.  I don't see why she can't do it herself- she took all of my other pictures.  Frankly, I'm a little concerned.  Will I like the person taking the pictures?  Will other dogs be there?  Will they smell funny and make me growl at them?  What if I get frightened and peepee on everything?  Or worse, what if I have to go poopy and I can't hold it?  I don't want that on film!!  Maybe I will protest when I get there.  Maybe not.  Should I wear my bowtie?  Should I go natural?  It would be great if she had a crown I could wear in the picture, and a royal red velvet robe.  Now THAT I would sit for.  I overheard Mummy say that she is going to use pretzels to get me to sit nicely for the photographer.  That just might work!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Treasure for the King</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/30705</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 15:39:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>TREASURE!  I've found treasure!  You will never believe it, but I was walking along the meadow with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ TREASURE!  I've found treasure!  You will never believe it, but I was walking along the meadow with Mummy today and someone left a TENNIS BALL in the field!!  Oh joy!  Oh, happy day!  I could not have asked for a greater gift.  It was even kind of dirty and used, making it the BEST kind of tennis ball EVER.  I carried it with me the whole rest of the walk and snuck it into the house much to Mummy's dismay.

Yesterday Mummy was trying to do her Pilates.  I don't know what these are, but I know that when she says, "I have to do my 'Pee-lah-tees'" that she will wind up down on the floor, in my domain.  So as she is doing her pee-lah-tees, I try very hard to get her to play with me (why else would she be on the floor?).  I throw toys in her face and sit on her feet.  Sometimes I even try getting up on the bed above her and dropping the toys down on top of her.  It doesn't usually work but she does holler, "MI-LO!"  or my nickname, "GOBBLES!"  Maybe I will try to throw my new dirty tennis ball at her the next time she does pee-lah-tees.  I know she would love it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>His Royal Highness Takes a Walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/29967</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Mar 2005 13:24:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me tell you about my walk today.  It was a nice day, too, the weather was much warmer than it ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell you about my walk today.  It was a nice day, too, the weather was much warmer than it has been lately (I don't know where you live, but where I am, all I see is snow, snow, snow all the time.  It's getting a little ridiculous...).  Anyway, here's how it went:  Walked down the block and saw the big fat goose who sits at the corner.  I chased after him but I didn't catch him (it's only a matter of time, you big fatso!).  Rounded the corner and fought with Mummy.  I wanted to go UP the hill, she wanted to go DOWN the street.  I sat down and refused to move, but Mummy said "MILO!" in that voice, so I gave in and went down the street.  I saw a black plastic bag blowing in the wind that was frightening at first, then rather fascinating to me.  I crossed through the woods and ran through the puddles (and Mummy shouted "MILO!" again).  When we came out of the woods there was a scary German Shepard staring at me named Duke or something and his owner started telling us about biodegradable poop bags and then we left.  I ran into my girlfriend Emma on the way home.  She didn't have her purple sweater on today but she was still adorable.  Right near my house I met another JRT named Rusty.  His owner said she thought he was too fat and needed to go on a diet.  I think I agreed but I didn't want to say anything.  And then I came inside and got a treat from Mummy and my little belly was all blackened from the puddles I jumped through.  Isn't that a fascinating walk?  I have the best life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Feeding the Birds?  Why bother?</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Mar 2005 09:25:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today Mummy started tearing up perfectly good scraps of bread to throw to the birds in the backyard. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today Mummy started tearing up perfectly good scraps of bread to throw to the birds in the backyard.  I don't understand this at all.  Don't the birds have their own way of finding food?  Is it really necessary to give them something that you could be giving to me instead?  I sat at Mummy's feet demanding that she stop.  Every time she tossed the bread I chased after it.  I begged at her feet for any morsel she would share instead of blatantly discarding it to those winged fools who fly around the yard.  When we finally went inside, Mummy muttered something about me "begging for stale bread" and "behaving like Oliver Twist."  I have no idea who Oliver Twist was, but if he was against sharing bread with the birds, then I am sure we are two of a kind.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Milo's Loyal Subjects</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Mar 2005 15:06:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I believe that my house is my kingdom, it is only logical to think that all of my toys are my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I believe that my house is my kingdom, it is only logical to think that all of my toys are my loyal subjects.  The best part is that Mummy names them all and I KNOW them by name.  If she says "Go get Indrid" I know to fetch my ugly bug toy.  There's also Fausto (the little white Cuz ball with feet), Rodrigo (the little red devil Cuz ball with feet), Escargot (my squeaky snail), Orange Julius the dinosaur and THE BRAIN to name a few.  I also had a pretty cool squishy spider named Big Ed but he now has no legs and no stuffing.  Mummy was shocked to see that I had saved some of Big Ed's legs in my toy basket, though.  I was chewing on one of them the other day.  For about a year my best friend was Indrid, my grasshopper bug toy.  But one day Mummy came home and found me looking sad and forlorn on the stairs.  She knew I had done something not-so-nice, and when she went upstairs she found that I had MURDERED Indrid, my best buggy friend, and strewn his cottony guts all over the bed.  I don't know why I killed him. I felt bad about it.  I was inconsolable for about 10 minutes.  Now Indrid is just skin, but he is still my best toy friend, my MOST loyal subject, I should say.  I drag his lifeless body everywhere I go.  You can see our photo above (before I slaughtered him, of course)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lil' Bit o' Milo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/122254/diary/Life_in_the_kingdom_of_milo/28655</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Mar 2005 10:08:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Milo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is my very first diary entry on Dogster and I am so excited to have control of the computer!!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is my very first diary entry on Dogster and I am so excited to have control of the computer!!  Mummy (that's what I call my mom) says since I don't get along very well with other dogs in real life, I can have LOTS of friends in cyberspace!  You know, I do TRY to get along with other dogs.  I just get a little selfish if we have to share food or toys, that's all.  Can you blame me?  I had to fight for food in that horrible pet store I grew up in, and before Mummy came along, I never had any toys at all.  If you keep food or toys out of the picture when I am playing with other dogs, I get along with them just fine.  

Here are some important things to know about my world:  I live with Mummy and soon I will have a daddy named Jimmy, when Mummy gets married this summer.  I loooove Jimmy.  I'm so glad he came along because now I have a companion to burp and fart with.  Mummy says he teaches me bad things but that is not true at all.  I could have learned to beg for beer even without Jimmy's help!

I have two cousins named J.B. and PeeWee.  They are also Jack Russells.  J.B. is very sweet and PeeWee is crazy.  I think he has mental problems, really.  But we get along okay.  We like to wrestle and spar.  I don't like it when he bites my ears, though.  His hair is very out of control.  I've never seen anything like it.

I also have a girlfriend named Emma.  She lives down the street.  When Mummy takes me for walks I sometimes see her little head appear in the window of her house and we wave up at her.  I like her pretty purple sweater and Muppet paws.  She looks like a puppet.

I have lots of toys and the uglier they are, the more I like them.  I love the ones that look like big, giant insects or have huge, squishy bodies.  I have a toy bug named Indrid.  Mummy names all of my toys and I can actually fetch them by name.  

And lastly, I shed.  My fur is probably all over you as you are reading this, floating through cyberspace.  My fur gets into the very fiber of your being, never to be removed again.  Mummy is a school teacher, and her students like to pick the "Milo hairs" off of her pant legs and save them.  When I run down the stairs, a cloud of fur follows me like a tornado.  So if you ever meet me, don't wear black.  Welcome to the world of Milo!]]></content:encoded>
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