Milo is our fur baby. She is four years old.
We had been married just shy of two years and hadn't started a family yet, but wanted to add a member to our household. We had been discussing for a while getting a dog. We could just never decide on what kind. Hubs wanted a big dog. I wanted something smaller. I told him that the largest dog I could possibly handle would be a Lab. We had been around Lab's growing up and I knew that they were a family friendly good dog, and the size was something I could deal with. This discussion went on for a while and then...
We went to Walmart one October day in 2008 and when we came out, there was someone giving puppies away at the edge of the parking lot. We went over to investigate (because who can resist a puppy?)
There were about four puppies in the box, three asleep and one wiggly and excited to greet everyone. The little munchkin waddled her fat tummy puppy legs over to see us and stole our hearts.
Hubs picked her up, and she immediately started licking his face and snuggling in. He looked at me with eyes about as big and cute as hers, and how could I say no? She was "part lab, part chow" according to the people giving her away. We went home with her that night and our lives were forever changed.
(she's actually Lab/Terrier)
Her tummy was swollen and she was very sleepy all the time, so we decided it was time to become good parents and take her to the Dr. to get checked out. We went the next day and to our dismay our cute little angel was so infected with worms that she would be dead in 24 hours had we not brought her in. We got the medication and instructions on how to make her feel better and went home.
She ate half a bag of dog food in three days and hated being bathed. She loved stuffed toys and did battle with them to the death. AKA, the stuffing got pulled out in little less than two hours after receiving the toy. She then took on an affinity to Tennis Balls...
She loved to snuggle, was afraid to jump off the edge of the bed, and got scared of loud noises. Dishwashers, vacuums, thunder storms and mailmen freaked her out. She would not drink from a communal water bowl for two years, and couldn't understand that to continue playing fetch, you must bring the ball back. Trips to the doggy park elicited rolling over on her back and scared trembling of the huge dogs coming to say hi. Then dashing of NASCAR style to have them chase her around the yard.
Four years later, she's the furry member of our family that we adore. She's spoiled rotten, and is still afraid of vacuum cleaners, water, leaves, exhaust pipes, ceiling fans and well meaning neighbors.
But we love her. I can't believe how much joy this little ball of fur brings into my life. She is always happy to see me (even after being scolded for chewing on the coffee table) and is so excited to see her Daddy that she knows when he is calling on the phone and goes to the door to wait for his appearance.
I never knew what unconditional love was...until we adopted Milo.