Eating after 8

I eat very well during the day. I can pretty much guarantee that Milo'll toss at least a bit of his food on the floor. Dan and Tiia actively discourage this behaviour, which I think is selfish. It's not like they have pick it up with me around. And whille flinging food rather than eating it might not be the best way to approach lunch from a growing boy perspective, it's two enthusiastic paws up from me.

I've been secretly hoping that D&T do a bit of dinner dropping themselves, but I think it's gonna be a while. Too bad, too. That salmon looks divine.

I'm not being replaced am I?

This is Marshall. He's a dalmatian that Milo's taken quite a liking to. I try not to be jealous, but look at his cool red fireman's hat! I want a red fireman's hat. I have a red Santa hat, but it's not the same.

I learned that Marshall was part of Paw Patrol. I wonder if there's room on the team for me? They already have a German Shepherd (Chase the police dog), an English Bulldog (Rubble the builder), a Cockapoo (Skye the high flyer), a Lab (Zuma the water rescuer), a Husky (Everest the mountain climber) and even a mixed breed (Rocky the handyman). Certainly there's room for a French Water Dog. I could bring the je ne sais quoi.

Dear Pope Francis...

The other day, you said you believed that God accepted all dogs into heaven. Tell him Cairo Kelly's on his way and to break out the good treats. Cairo was special because he had it tougher than most dogs I know but never complained. He just smiled. All the time. He set a good example for the Miles's North and South — the two kids with us in the boat.

You should also tell the big guy that Cairo was happiest on long hikes in the woods, so it'd be best to find him a home at a celestial cottage versus say, on a celestial beach, by a celestial field or next door to a celestial cheese farm (dibs).

Lastly, there's a guy named Brian who got up there not too long ago. Perhaps you could point Cairo in his direction. They'd make a good twosome. Trust me.

Your biggest four-legged supporter,

Maui Yurkenbaum.

It seems only fair....

Milo ate my food yesterday. It probably wasn't the first time and I'm guessing it won't be the last.  I can't say that I blame him; it's good stuff, that 6-fish blend.

And it's not like I haven't had a bite or two of his food – at least, whatever he's kind enough to drop for me. I wonder if he's been doing it on purpose? Like, greasing me up so I wouldn't mind if he ate out of my bowl? That would be crafty of him, wouldn't it? Smart kid.

A taste of things to come?

This is Tristan. I was at his house a few months ago for a playdate. He's got three sisters, but I bet they don't let him scratch their heads. They really should, though. He's a natural.

Milo's getting better at scratching my head, and by that I mean he's moved from yanking the hair on my chest to yanking the hair on my face. It's not the most comfortable experience, but if he winds up being half as good as Tristan, I'll take it for now. 

Besides, I've learned to make the best of this phase by encouraging face-pulling sessions after a meal. Dan and Tiia think I'm giving Milo kisses. They're so cute.

Photobomb

I don't mind sharing the spotlight, but I prefer a little head's up. I may have smiled differently, possibly done a bit of a pose.

I can't work like this.

Here What I Woke Up To

Mornings around here are usually pretty predictable. I open my eyes after a good night's sleep and find Milo in Dan on Tiia's arms, sucking down a bottle. Today was a bit different.