My name is Milo. The day everything changed I was about three months old. A kind human found me wandering around Stude Park.
The first person who found me had dogs who weren’t happy to see me, so I ended up at a house with kids instead. In my opinion, those are the best kind of humans. I decided right then I liked this place.
At first, I heard them say things like, “We’ll keep him until his owner comes.” They took me on walks to see if anything was familiar, made signs and called places called “vets.” After a few weeks, it was settled. I was home.
I learned quickly that the front yard is the best room in the house. That’s where the world passes by. Cars, bikes, and most importantly kids. Every afternoon, like clockwork, the elementary school nearby releases a flood of tiny humans full of energy. I sit proudly at my post, watching them go by. Sometimes they even stop to say hi or play chase along the fence with me.
Then the chickens came. At first, I thought they were very strange dogs. They don’t bark. They don’t fetch. They do dig in the dirt. We came to an understanding. I quickly learned they are friends and not food. We shared the yard and I helped protect them from hawks. Sometimes I got to eat their eggs - that’s what I miss most now that they moved to a farm.
My favorite walk destination is down Houston Ave. The first stop is where humans say “coffee,” but the best stuff is something called a “pup cup.” Cold. Sweet. Perfect. The other is Woodland Park. The best trails and smells are over there.
If you’re near my corner, stop to say hi. My favorite mornings are when human and four legged friends stop by!
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