Meet Milo

 When we lost Sally in September of 2021, we both agreed that we would never have another dog. There could not be another one as attentive, loving, travel wise, etc; and we would be disappointed in her replacement. That train of thought lasted about six months. We realized we missed having a dog. We had been married 55 years, and had always had one, two, or three under foot. 

A friend put us in contact with a veterinarian in Hattiesburg, MS that had a mission of matching special rescues with people looking to adopt a dog. We filled out paperwork describing us, our lifestyle, type of dogs we had in the past, and quite a bit more. Time passed.

 The middle of May 2022, we had plans to take the Casita and boat to our daughters camp for three days of fishing. Everything was hooked up and ready to go on Thursday afternoon. We were sitting on the deck when we received a text, and a picture. The text said "I think I've found your dog. Would you like to come visit him tomorrow?"

We did, and we brought him home for the weekend. He was ten years old, male, and housebroken. Milo's first three nights were spent in the Casita with us. Needless to say, a week later we adopted him.

                                                 

He was the perfect traveler. He got along amazingly with our daughters three dogs. He spent that Summer touring Colorado and Utah. In 2023 he made it to Quartzsite, Alabama Hills, and New England. 2024 found him touring the Pacific Northwest for eight weeks.

                               

                                                      

                                        

                                            

He just passed his third anniversary with us. He's looking forward to hitting the road again soon. He isn't Sally, but we wouldn't trade him for the world....jc