At the age of 1 year and 2 months, Milo has grown more sturdy and taken on a more prominent role as the security personnel in this household. He barks whenever someone crosses that invisible perimeter of our front door. Speaking of which, I want to slap the people living next door. Especially the 2 daughters who taunt Milo every time. Bunch of crude bullies teasing a dog behind a protective barrier. Even Severus Snape will sneer at these cowards!
I'm going on record to say - I do not have a butt fetish, aside from the pooch's. His behind has gotten meatier that sometimes I picture myself as the coyote with a napkin wrapped around my neck and drools over him with imaginery utensils.
This is what greets me when I start my computer and mobile. Taken over the weekend while he's snoozing away, this particular angle depicts how succulent his butt has gotten. *Slurps*
His tail resembles a lever that fits perfectly into my palm.
One simplest joy in life is to see Milo wags his tail. He wags at the mention of key words - mum-mum(food), biscuit, gai-gai(outing), ball, blanket. I love him shaking his bon bon enthusiastically when he greets me in the morning, and as I enter the front door from an outing.
The Ricky Martin of Jack Russells.
"Zac Efron is my Doppelganger." Yay or Nay?
Milo is getting sleepy... Until next time☆
- Nov 02 Tue 2010 17:02