Milo


Shih Tzu
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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Tweety, Hot Stuff, Cowboy, Milokins, Baby Boy, Puppy, Pup, Shwiddle Puppy, tons more.

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
October 12th 2003

Likes:
Baby food of all types, fruit, stealing things I've dropped before I can pick them up, being chased, his bunny (cleverly named "Bunny"), CHEESE (in a scary way), bossing people around, tons more.

Pet-Peeves:
Not getting something as soon as he asks for it, walking on grass, snow, rain, wind, me talking on the phone, kissing me only to find that I have some kind of lip balm on, not having his treats broken up into tiny pieces for him, etc.

Favorite Toy:
A toss up between "Bunny" (who he's had since he was a tiny baby), and his new blue bear (as with bunny, also cleverly named; "your bear") that he received last Christmas.

Favorite Food:
Cheese. And anything else you'll give him.

Favorite Walk:
To the food bowl.

Best Tricks:
He kisses you when you ask nicely, sits up like a human almost all the time, nods his head for yes, shakes his head for no and many more unusual things.

Arrival Story:
I walked into a pet store (before I was against getting dogs in pet stores!) and asked to hold some puppies. They brought me a small, white dog... but I didn't feel a connection. I knew when I held the right one, I'd just know it. They brought Milo to me next, and he crawled up my stomach, curled up onto my chest and snuggled his face into my neck as hard as possible. He also tried to breast feed, oddly enough. I knew I was his mom. I told them immediately to go get the papers.

Forums Motto:
Resident Genius

The Last Forum I Posted In:
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 8th 2005 More than 9 years!

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A Day in the Life of Milo


The New Man

February 16th 2007 11:30 pm
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There's a new man in my mom's life. I think he might stay. This isn't a good situation.

When I first met him, I had a feeling. I hid under the bed, I wouldn't come out. But then, then he started feeding me. And, you know, how are you not going to trust someone that gives you candy? I mean, he gave me more food than my mom did! It was great. I thought it would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Now he's gone too far.

He's taken over the bed, he's taken over the fridge, he's taken over my room, but worst of all? He's taken over my mother. Now it's personal.

Thankfully things are still somewhat ok between me and my ma. I'm not holding anything against her. She feeds me, I'm fine. And of course, the more things are ok with me and her, the better chances I have of killing her new boy toy in his sleep.

I'll update you on the progress of that.

 

Milo's Poetry Corner.

November 9th 2005 10:44 pm
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Haiku in Regard to Martha

I welcomed you here
Now you steal all of my stuff
You little traitor.



Another Haiku, Also in Regard to Martha

Convenient for play
But I am not interested
In all your foreplay.



Free Verse for Mom

You thought you'd give me a friend,
didn't you.
You thought it'd be fun, relieve me--
But you were wrong.
It's all fine and well,
When I feel like being social.
But I ask you,

when have I ever felt particularly social?
Did you ever even know me
at all.

Give me some cheese
and I might forgive you.

 

Welcome to the winter of my discontent.

April 21st 2005 1:02 am
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Ok, so it seems I write about once a month. Some would call that lazy, I call it fashionable.

Alright, let's call it lazy.

I've noticed that men take liberties with hot women that walk dogs. They use it as an excuse to hit on them. Had a bit of an experience with that tonight. Hey, I'd do the same thing. Who could blame a guy when he sees a hot bitch? But basically, leave mine alone. Unless you want to play, then do whatever you like with her. Whoever gives me attention is numero uno with me, my friend.

I'm kidding, she's a good person.
Yes, good person.
Good person!

Speaking of bitches, I have a new sister. She'll have a page soon. I'm not so sure about her, though. It'll be interesting to see what goes through her... incredibly small head. We don't speak much. And when we do speak, it's only my French. And by French, I mean my screaming profanities into her face.

She's alright when I'm in the mood to play. But hey, compadre, everyone's alright as long as it suits me in the moment. No complaints here.

And as usual, I have a fatiguing social life, consisting mostly of incredibly intellectually stimulating conversation in with my mother (i.e. "Aww, issha good boyee, yesh, aw, lookitda p├╝ppy" -- please, go easier on my feeble, vacuous mind!).

Things have gotten a little better in that respect. They finally thought to ask me to rub my cheek. They said, "Do this" and touched their cheek, so, you know, I was like, alright, I have nothing better to do.

I was met with unnerving enthusiasm.

Then they put both paws in the air and sat straight. So I did that just to amuse them. But you know, it was good to know they're capable of communicating. They can be pretty banal, and to be honest, I was losing hope there for a minute.

Ah well, good humans. There's hope for them yet.

 
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