Milo, the Goodest Boy

A blog reader requested for news on Milo. It is funny that the older you get, the faster time passes. It seems like yesterday that Milo was a 3 month old puppy we rescued from a factory in Tuas. Milo's mother had left him at a factory where the factory supervisor used to serve NS in the police K9 section. The factory had about 8 large mongrels laying about. The mother dog must have thought those premises safe for her puppies. She left them there and disappeared.

Milo is poorly these days.

He is diabetic. We discovered it when ants congregated around his pee and tried to crawl up his little cuckoo bird. So now, we feed him mung beans instead of rice. Since the new diet, he has lost weight easily and looks healthier now. I wonder if I might replace my rice with mung beans. Maybe I will lose weight too!

Before we discovered that he is diabetic, sores would erupt all over his body. His fur dropped in huge hand fulls. Now that he is on a low carb diet, the sores have disappeared.

Milo is the goodest boy. He does as he is told. Pistachio is full of mischief and does not really do as he is told. Milo still has that innocent, goofy look. Much of his black fur has turned white. Yet, he still has that puppy face. He still guards our house with his thunder bark.