The Real Milu

The happiest Rescue Dog ever: Milu the boxer

The Real pets that inspired Milu’s House: Milu was a dirty, hungry flea bitten Boxer than my son and I rescued from the back yard where she had been abandoned by her original owners. The back yard backed up on … Continue reading 

The Tao of My Dog’s poop

I made another step in figuring the mysteries of my dog’s bathroom schedule. I rescued an older dog I hadn’t intended to but there she was in a back yard alone, foraging for herself where she had been for years.

My son Jordan and my Dancing dog Milu

My son Jordan and my Dancing dog Milu

She had been left in a this yard of a home that was rented by a family that only held events at the home intermittently. She is a full breed boxer. When I met her she was sweet, friendly and doing a dance routine for food. She is quiet the dancer. Check out her dance moves.

My son fell in love with her and once I figured out she was alone I picked her up and brought her home.

Even though she had been living outside for sometime she remembered what it was to be a treasured dog and headed straight for our king sized bed and made herself comfortable. She was dirty and flea bitten but I didn’t have heart to kick her out to of the bed. Thankful she she still remembered not to go to the bathroom to in the house and after some adjustment everything was in order. As long as she went out before bed she was good for the night.

I quickly learned she liked routines. She loved to go in the car to drop my son off to school at 8am and would remind us on the weekends. She went to bed at 9:30 and if I wasn’t in bed by 11:30 she wold come looking for me. Our lives changed in the last few months and we were definitely off routine. We had moved to a different state; and for while I was staying in an home where she was not allowed. She was boarded and for about 6 weeks. When I got her back she wasn’t sleeping through the night any more. Every night she would wake up and and want to go out for a pee: 3 am sometimes 4 am, every night sometimes 5am.

My Boxer dog Milu's sweet face

look at that face

I tried to get her back on schedule so that she would sleep through the night with no success. We kept trying I would let her out to do her business every night before bed and every night she would wake me up to go out.

Then one night she didn’t. I woke up and checked her she was fine. We were back on pee patrol the next night in the middle of the night. I gave up I figured she was an old dog and couldn’t sleep through the night any more. She was a 9 year old baby that would never grow up.

Then I figured it out. It was the poop not the pee, she was going poop. She has this little thing she does after a poop, she runs a full gallop back into the house. Sure enough she was galloping back into the house in the middle of the night.

The next night I gave her a longer walk and made sure she pooped and now we are all sleeping like babies

This is my backyard

Almost my back yard

This is my backyard.

Well it’s about  a mile away. When I read FOLK Magazine Community Journal Challenge subject this week get out into nature I thought I am out in nature all the time. I used to take walks daily but when was  the last time? I don’t know.  I took the dog to the open field across from my house a few times last week. Does that count? No! Does it count when  I’m refinishing furniture in my back yard? No! Does it count when I sit in my backyard with my laptop and a tea and enjoy the sights and sounds? Almost.

me and old girl dog, Milu

me and old girl dog

My friend was showing me a beautiful set of cards she has gotten and handed me one. It said get out in to nature. Someone is trying to tell me something.

So after I dropped my son off at School I took the dog and we went to the beach.

A soon as we get there she knew where she was. She is a 10 year old rescue we got last year. She stamps with excitement. I decide to have a swim, the water is cool but feels good. The dog sniffs the ground and she runs. She gallops at top speed  like a horse taking tight corners  her ears flying a big smile on her face. She runs in pure joy. Her past years abandoned in a backyard  forgotten.

Her joy is infection it makes everything feel sweeter the water the sand and air. Heading home we are both refreshed I’m ready to work and she ready to sleep curling up on the car seat. They say dogs live in the moment. I am learning from her!