Private Milo

Milo started bootcamp today.

I think he was a little bit nervous. Or maybe that was me.

It's very stressful having a household member join the military. It's a dangerous world. Dogs are eating dogs all over the place. Or that might just be a saying. You can never be sure about these things. Sayings come from somewhere.

The good news is it's day bootcamp,

And, his drill sergeant is a peppy twenty-something girl that thinks he is the best behaved and most beautiful dog she has ever met,

And, at the end of it we can change his nickname from naughty puppy to good puppy,

And, he is learning that he never needs to worry about anything because his people will always take care of him . . . (hmmm, I might want to enroll myself),

And, he can stay here when Tagg goes off to college because he will be perfect,

And, Dave will take him for walks,

And, he won't end up dislocating my shoulder,

And, he doesn't have to clean kitchens or latrines . . . Although let's be honest and admit that if there was a dog training course that taught those things I would pay any amount of money to get Milo enrolled.

But, still. It was a pretty rough day.

Just look . . .






No, he is not on the furniture. Who said that? That would be very bad dog ownering.

And I have leather cleaning wipes, so if you are coming over, there is no need to worry about sanitation, even though he is not on the furniture.

I promise.

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Location:Kingston, Mass.