Milo

Such a weird dog. He just stares at us sometimes. When we talk to him he looks us right in the eye, like he's trying will all of his might to understand what we're trying to say.

He's also really silly. Still a puppy, he prances around and when he sees us, wags his stubby little tail and beckons us to pet him with his paws.

One thing I like about him is that sometimes when we go to the park, he doesn't really want to play but sit in the shade, eat some grass and enjoy the day.

He reminds me of the Red Doberman ee had before, Dou Akai Anthony. He was just the sweetest little dog, my stinky butt. When we took him to the park he'd run forever, no matter if it was 60° or 100° outside.

In the cold Philadelphia winters he would run through, pee in, and eat the snow that surrounded him.

I loved that dog.

When he was a puppy, not wanting to give him a cage, my parents tied his leash to the back door. Every night he'd sleep on the hard kitchen floor. I'd wake up early most mornings and sleep with him to keep him warm.

My dad would get up to make breakfast and find me asleep with our puppy on the kitchen floor. I miss him so much.

Some people don't like animals. I don't think they understand the deep connection two souls have with one another. I even show my plant affection because I realize it's alive. It breathes and feels something.

I also want to crochet doilies and sweaters for trees. Just because, they give us oxygen and we take their lives for granted. And even the life of a tree should be valued and considered.

I guess this is a good place to stop for today.