This moment is for documenting my life. So that there is record of it for all
to share, for years to come. This is my Journal.
I am a male, Jack Russell Terrier, named Milo. I am a dog. I am THE DOG EXTRAORDINARE.
The neighborhood canines call me a Jack Russell "Terror". I have never figured out why. You know how kids are...always giving
Since we're on the subject of Nicknames, I'll share with you the many that I have aquired
so far. My mom calls me any of the following depending on her mood: boobers, baybuzz (s/p---say it like it's spelled),
Milo-babes and so many more. I'll have to add as I remember. My dad calls me things I should not repeat. My grandparents call
me Piglet, which means they must think I'm chubby or something. Go-figure.
Anyway, I was born on November 14, 1995. I have been adopted 3 times. And almost adopted the
4th time by my grandparents. People just cant get enough of me and seem to fight over me. I have been able to experience lots
of love from all my families. In my old age, I have realized that I have learned a lot from all my families. I am greatful
I have been where I've been and greatfull to be where I am.
I have had no children of my own, one of my previous families thought that I needed a little
less 'man-hood'. Seems that I was just too much 'man' for that family to handle. Well, no regrets there. It's not like I would
of saw the little ones grow up. I've moved around too much.
I have had an adventurous life. My parents take me to many exciting places. Sometimes I don't
travel with them. Which is fine, because then I get to go to the "Doggie-Dude-Ranch" as my Dad likes to call it. It's just
a glorified daycare! I love it so! I get a lot of chatting done with the dames. I tend to lose my voice while there. When
my parents do take me on outings, we go for the longest bye-bye rides. We usually stay at this place called a farm in
some winna-mucka-northern-state. I know we drive westard for a days length. This place is near a lake, which is like the coolest
thing ever. I have saw fish come into our boat. I've chased turtles and rolled in the sand. I have even gone on the most exciting
ride of my life. My mom calls it a hay-ride.........but I never did see the hay. All I cared about was running ahead of those
horses. Even though my parents wouldnt let me......it didn't stop me from trying. I love these trips. They are wonderful memories.
Recently I underwent surgery. I had my right eye removed. I've spent several months blind
in that eye, so I'm used to seeing with just one anyway. My lense detached from the pupil and I had a secondary Glaucoma.
My other eye is giving me some trouble too. Which means I have to have meds put it in to prevent further damage. I have adjusted
well to this one-eyed thing. I'm trying to get my mom to fashion me a patch. The look I think is so ME. It will go well with
my tatoo. I can't wait till summer so I can go out and terrorize the neighborhood with my new look. I'm gonna scare some of
the youngins and maybe even some cats!!
So, this is my life. Please let it be known, that I have been the best I can be. I have barked
the most that I can. Chased as many varments as I can. Licked as many faces as I can. Sniffed as many butts as I can. Ran
as far and as long as I can. And I have loved as much as I possibly can. This is a DOG'S LIFE!!
May 22, 2003
On May 23, 2003 My left, and only remaining eye, will be removed. At this moment I have no
site at all, except for some freaky shadows. I am well!!! Don't worry about me, May need to send hugs to mom and dad though,
they are pitiful! I know my way around very well. I will have some new pictures of my new face added here as soon as I'm home
from the hospital.
May 23, 2003
Today I became EYELESS! I have a new mug shot to show to
the world. Mom says I am still a handsome little dude. Surgery went well. The Doctor and nurses were very good to me. I even
managed a few barks for them when I first woke up. They have a talking bird in their office. I could not see it, but it sounded
YUMMY!!! I need my rest for now. I will update again once I am feeling better. (BTW, Mom and Dad are taking this hard. I'm
not sure why?? The lights are just out, right? I try not to wine too much, but this anesthesia hangover must look pretty bad
from their point of view.--send (((((HUGS)))))) to them, please).
Sept. 6 2004
Today is what 'they' are calling 'Labor Day'. All the humans are running about in the neighborhood
celebrating this day of Labor??????? These humans are amusing creatures. I am writing to update my online buddies of
my current condition. I am as spry as a young pup on adoption day. I have my very own book now that Mom reads to local children
when we visit daycares. Were calling these visits-Milo Meetings. I also publish a monthly newsletter to family and friends,
to keep everyone updated on their going-ons!!! I call it Milo's Monthly. (-: See, being blind doesn't slow me
down. Mom still takes me around town in the basket on her bike. We walk when we can so I can leave a never-ending trail of
"Pee-Mail". I will add some new photos here shortly. Come by often, share my story with others and help share my word.............SMILE,
cuz I always DO!!!
Oct. 8, 2004
I'm thinking OPRAH is just around the corner. I've been telling the neighbor canines (a few
felines as well) that it's just a matter of time and OPRAH will be paying me a visit! I'd love to give her a doggie-style
smooch! Anyway, the reason behind this is.....................I was on one of the Minneapolis TV stations last night. I, Milo,
The Dog-Extraordinaire, was featured in the 6pm news. I was accompanied by a fine group of youngsters and my mom. We visited
the kids in an after-school program. On Wednesday, Oct 6, the St. Paul newspaper did a short write up on me and
mentioned my visit to school-aged care and our 4H visit we have tomorrow. The TV station noticed this and came and filmed
me hanging with the kids. It was a very exhausting experience. The excitement level was high. I was a bit over-whelmed, but
handled myself nicely, I do believe. I hope I am getting my message out in a positive way. We can all overcome our daily
challenges, if we are just patient and kind, slow down to "smell" the roses and eat all the cheerios that are thrown our way!!
Thanks for all who have emailed and supported me in all I do. It means so much. I may just be a foot off the ground, but my
love for you all grows taller everyday. Doggie Smooches to everyone.
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