Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Dude Abides

I have in my brain some elaborate, bizarro post about this huge realization I've just had. A major relief, this realization. It's rolling around in my noggin and should pop out soon.

In the meanwhile, may I introduce to you...

The Dude.



Milosaurus Rex.

Mellow Milo.

Gifted to us by a family whose daughter, sadly, turned out to be allergic to dogs. So we inherited this one-and-a-half-year-old doogus, who is sweet-tempered, loves kids (Nolie is constantly poking her finger in his cheeks and his eyeballs and he just rolls around on the floor drooling and smiling), and pretty well trained in most other respects (except when it comes to chasing after other dogs and cats). It is so wonderful and peaceful having him here.

The only one who doesn't like him is Sadie. She's completely annoyed about the whole thing. So annoyed, that she has decided to become an eyeball-less geisha. So sad.

Basically, we love him in everyway, and are happily paying back the karma (dogma?) of having to give up Burley.

What do you think? Isn't he absolutely the ugliest, most revolting thing you've ever seen? I mean, really. It shouldn't be legal.


  1. Schnei-milo,
    I can't wait to meet you and rub your belly. Darcy thinks you're hot.