Milo likes to hide in the protective covers on the sofa. Don’t believe those cute puppy dog eyes. He got into the trash — again.
Tag Archive: Milo
Is it a coincidence that ‘coincidence’ starts with ‘coin’ as you might toss for luck?
Is it a coincidence that Milo hit the button “outside” when he needed to relieve his bladder? He seemed quite happy. Since that time, he’s looked at the button wagging his tail but scratches the door instead.
It’s how we all learned to communicate. Babble sounds that resulted in our needs being met. And the most successful sounds we repeated often. Sure we got it wrong sometimes, but success bred success.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โsweet.โ Use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
When you aren’t supposed to have sugar you have to find sweet elsewhere.
Here’s where I find it:
They are so adorable and fun. Better than a Snickers Bar for sure!
Linda introduces the prompt of the day “Symbiotic” sent by Sally.ย ย Please be sure to visit Sallyโs blog
My favorite Symbiotic relationship is the one I have with my pets. And that relationship is shared with my husband, brother, and son. These are the people, furry or fleshed who share this castle.
We love and care for our cats and dog. They sleep with us, keep us warm. They calm us, lowering our blood pressure and stress levels.
We feed them, give them our “people warmth” and calm them.
We do our best for each other.
Todayโs prompt is brought to us by darling Di. Thank you, Di! Please be sure to visit Diโs blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while youโre there if youโre not already.
This guy:
We’re watching him diligently, I hope he doesn’t get sick. Ugh! I love him, but dogs can be gross!
Per Linda: Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 10th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: โdonโt get me started.โ Use the phrase in your post or just write about the first thing it conjures in your mind. Use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
Just don’t get me started. I won’t quit. I’ll need more. An example I’m on my umpteenth binge-watch of Grey’s Anatomy. This time I have my husband joining me. I know he’s in as he took note of the season and episode so he could keep up when he went to our room to put his feet up. My favorite episode. But the beginning is not for the squeamish.
Two Octobers ago I decided to play piano. I started with a scale or melody. Now a year and a couple of months I’m up to an hour of playing. I’m enjoying the heck out of what I’m learning. And don’t get me started playing Christmas songs. Due to the Charlie Brown jazzy/bluesy songs I can’t quit. (We did finally take down the trees and decorations.)
I seem to get addicted to things, like Duolingo.
And don’t get me started on this cutie (Milo) who can’t get close enough as we both enjoy the warmth of the electric lap blanket.
So anyway, I was smiling at Shiloh and Milo as they spread out on my bed. I laughed and said they were my identical twins like the Pea soup guys.
My husband couldn’t remember that. He was raised in So. Cal. too. So I looked them up.
Enjoy. Not our favorite soup. He didn’t like the peas. I didn’t like the bacon.
Darswords 
One-Liner Wednesday
Where do accidentally deleted comments go?
I finally got around to catching up on comments. I got distracted and my clumsy fingers hit something. I glanced back as a red notice says, Undo. By the time I saw it, it disappeared. I went to the comment in my email. I hit reply and was told that comment was deleted.
By the way, Kim Smyth, thanks for your comment, cats are harder to dispel from laps. And beds! My Shilo is a big lump I have to lift up often as I readjust myself to sleep. ๐
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