Milo


Jack Russell Terrier [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Milo, a male Jack Russell Terrier
"I DIDN'T DO IT! The toys FELL out of the toy box, Mummy."

Home:Bedminster, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Here I am on guard duty!
"Here I am on guard duty!"

""I am looking for rabbits and squirrelies!""

Come one, come all, to the MILO SHEARING FESTIVAL!!
"Come one, come all, to the MILO SHEARING FESTIVAL!!"

Uh, Deddy, I think it's time you cut the grass, here...
"Uh, Deddy, I think it's time you cut the grass, here..."

Me n' the Little Prince.  We are friends!
"Me n' the Little Prince. We are friends!"

I luuuvvs me some sunshine...
"I luuuvvs me some sunshine..."

OK so it's a little blurry (cell fone shot), but can you feel the love?
"OK so it's a little blurry (cell fone shot), but can you feel the love?"

I am a little angel.
"I am a little angel."

And now you shall DIE, Timmy Turtle, just like all of the other toys in this kingdom!! Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
"And now you shall DIE, Timmy Turtle, just like all of the other toys in this kingdom!! Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

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The family of Tee Cee - (In Loving Memory), Callie Sue, Pistol Pete, Dandee Lion, Scotty Cat and more!
 

Nicknames:
Miles, Gobbles, Gobby, Gobs, Mr. Milo, Mims, MeeMee, Mimmy

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

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!

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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!, New Site Homepage! Sweet!, SMART JACKS!, Top Terriers, Zealie Lotto, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 26th 2005 More than 4 years!

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Life in the Kingdom of Milo


Props to the Kitchen Staff


June 30th 2009 6:34 pm
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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?


This Old Gray Dog, He Ain't What He Used to Be!


June 18th 2009 7:57 am
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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!!!


It's Not Wise to Upset Satan's Helpers


May 31st 2009 6:57 pm
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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.


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