Birthday: February 2nd 1999 Likes: Sleeping in the sunshine, swimming, car rides, tennis balls, bug hunting (see below), chasing squirrels, sleeping on warm towels or sheets straight from the dryer, attention of all kinds! Pet-Peeves: The deep fryer (he hates the sizzling sound), the vacuum, getting his nails cut, cell phones, beeping or technology of any kind, thunderstorms, (you can find Milo under the bed if any of these events occur) Favorite Toy: Indrid the Bug, Son of Indrid, any chewstick, any toy he has shredded or disemboweled that has pieces of stuffing trailing out of it (the ultimate goal is to get THE SQUEAKER OUT!!) Favorite Food: leftover cereal milk, turkey, pretzels, cheese, ice cream, bacon, pancakes, beer (he only gets to lick the empty bottle) Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood, to grandma & grandpa's, the reservoir, the park, anyplace with rocks or water Best Tricks: Giving paw, sitting up, laying down, sitting, staying, hiding biscuits and toys, hunting bugs (he can spot a spider on the wall over a mile away. If a moth gets in the house, it will be hunted down and eaten immediately) Arrival Story: Milo was purchased "on sale" from the back of a very dirty pet store that was later shut down by the state for health violations and prior cruelty to animal charges. He was not in great health when purchased- he had cuts on his nose, swollen paws and weak legs. But I couldn't resist his charm and wanted to "rescue" him. He was already 6 months old at that point and the pet store had him in the very back of the store with a giant sale sign on him. Bio: The history of the pet store and its owners was discovered about a year after Milo was purchased. With the help of several websites, I also discovered that Milo had been bred and raised at an Amish puppy mill in Pennsylvania and the pet store owners had purchased him at an auction. That mill has also been shut down for cruelty charges. Milo is now a wonderful, loving dog (he's my special boy!). He used to have separation issues and trouble getting along with other dogs, but he has since conquered these troubles and is now as close to perfection as he can get! He spent the first 6 months of his life in a place with no green grass, no sunshine, and no toys to play with. I would have given anything to see him as a tiny puppy! Milo is smart and so easy to love. Anyone who meets him or sees him falls in love with him. Forums Motto: All Good Things Come from Milo! The Groups I'm In: ☆ Sam's Stinky Dog Cafe ☆, ♥The Dog and Cats Group♥, **Dogs & Cats who luv ice cream!!!, ♣ Furiends'N'Fun ♣ , AnimaLimpix 2008, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!, Angus' Angels, Cesar's Dogster Pack, Dogs Of The Future, Firehouse Dogsters, Lets Paw-tae!, SMART JACKS!, Top Terriers, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~ The Last Forum I Posted In: Happy Birthday To Tee Cee he turns the BIG 12! (IT'S A PA
Lookit me!:
Here I am in the end credits of the movie "Firehouse Dog!"
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.
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?
Dogster Obsessions: The Starter Kit for Dogs by Wildebeest
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