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Milo, 2007 – February 3, 2018

My name is Milo and Mom says I am 70 pounds of magnificence.

I am ½ Border Collie and ½ Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. People tell me   I am beautiful; but because I am a male, I prefer handsome.  Beauty is only skin-deep and I am so much more!

When I was young and living in a shelter, I met a human woman. When I looked into her eyes, I knew that she needed me – to – save – her.

So, I adopted her. People call her Lanie, I call her Mom.

When I went to live with her, I was very thin and sick (EPI). She worked extremely hard to make me better.  She met wonderful people on who helped us to know how to make me healthy. In spite of my illness, I became a strong and marvelous dog – not just healthy, but happy. I am also brilliant and very loving and smart.  When I meet new humans and dogs, I am always a gentleman. I am not perfect, but very close to it.

Mom took me to live in the wooded mountains of Blue Ridge, Georgia. There, I was in charge of the roads and forests for as far as the eye could see. I was able to herd the deer, the racoons, the turkeys, the squirrels, and one elderly deaf Dachshund named Louie. I was also in charge of controlling the traffic of cars, trucks and motorcycles. Sometimes, I got in trouble for the latter, but, hey, it was my job.

Everybody loved me, but none more than my other little Dachshund buddy, “Sam I Am.” Sammy followed me everywhere.

Throughout my entire lifetime, I did my best to take care of Mom.  She needed me as much as I needed her.


2007 – February 3, 2018