More from Milan

      Good grief!  The female human is on some sort of a machine that she walks on!  Does she not know she can do that outisde?  I do it all the time, even run, which I have never seen HER do.  The male human isn't quite as sharp as the female on some things.   He is apparently real good with some boxes they call computers, but he left Mama Cat's food bowl outside and he is nowhere to be found.  Bet he is back with his boxes.

      Hee, hee, we'll see how that cat likes it when this dog outsmarts her.  A little scratch, scratch at the door and the man lets me out.  A few quick slurps and down goes Mama Cat's kitty chow.  My way of getting back at her for that evil swipe she took at me the other day.  This place is great!

     Oh, oh, the woman is giving me the stink eye.  She knows I ate the kitty chow, but guess what, she is mad at the man for leaving it out for me to eat.  I do not get the blame! They think I'm just a dumb dog who thinks any food laying around is mine.  I'll just plaly along and see what else I can scam them into feeding me.

     I should nap now. The cats are out of sight and the humans are leaving for errands.  I wish I could figure out what that is.  Every time they leave for errands they are gone for different amounts of time and come back with different things or take things they don't bring back.  If they ever want to take me on an errand, I think I'm going to hide.  Oh well, it's time to hit the sofa for my nap while they are gone.  They think I don't get up on there anymore!  Tee hee.

                                                                                                                               ---TN

Today's Milan moments

      I think the humans have hidden my favorite squeaky toy.  I just had it yesterday when I was chasing that uppity cat, Violet.  Violet thinks she is smarter than me, but she's not.  Hey, maybe SHE hid it. Oh good, I have the humans well trained. They obviously didn't hide my toy because they are now looking under all the furniture.  I may as well stretch out until they find it.  That will give me time to plot my revenge on that sneaky Violet....
      Well, it's about time! They have found my toy! I'll have to reward them by letting them pet me now. Oh great, now we have to go outside. Do they know I have a fur coat on?  It's too hot to go out there, but someone has to watch these two to make sure they make it back inside without harming themselves. Guess that means me!
      Oh oh, the garden hose! Oh, that's ok, the female says she is watering the flowers.  What a waste of time!  But at least they aren't washing ME again.  I hate that.  Now they are discussing something called "Puddle Jumper Days".  What's the big deal about jumping puddles?  And why would you want to?  It's so much more refreshing to jump right in them.  These humans get stranger and stranger.  Oh well, the food here is good, and they give me lots of tummy rubs.  So I think I'll keep them. Just have to lose that cat...

TN

Milan the Wonder Dog

We adopted a rescue dog back in January, from a farm in northern Missouri.  Her name is Milan and she has been so full of antics and events since we got her that we are either moved to laughter or tears any day of the week. I have been telling a friend of mine about Milan's daily adventures, and she has come up with an idea--as in, why not start posting these stories?  So she contributed her creative genius to start sharing the Life of Milan The Wonder Dog.

Episode 1:
I tricked my humans again today.  For some reason they don't seem to like the delicious smell of creek mud, which is heavenly!  I run down there when they aren't watching, take my wonderfully relaxing mud bath, chase a few frogs, and as soon as I return home to make sure my humans are still okay, they gang up on me.  The next thing I know they are washing me again.  And beyond humiliation, in a baby bath tub! I am NOT A BABY!

I have to admit, they do provide great food or I just would not put up with this nonsense.  They are pretty good for humans, all things considering.  The female cooks yummy things and gives me lots of treats, and lots of tummy rubs, which make me feel good all over.  The male sleeps a lot (they call this "nap time", gets into a big scary machine that brought me here, and does something he calls "errands".  Then he sits down in front of another machine he calls "No, Milan, let me type now".  But he also pets me a lot, gives me more tummy rubs, talks a lot to me, throws my squeaky toy, and when the female isn't looking, he shares chips from his lunch.  I like it here even if my humans still think they are in charge. Ha, ha, they are gullible but lovable. Now if I could only get that cat to run away from home...


Stay tuned for the next installment from the Teapot Nut.