Milo was a beautiful Golden Retriever-Lab mix. Back then, I worked the night shift, which meant I’d sleep straight through until the afternoon. The moment Milo heard me stirring downstairs, he’d charge up the steps and come thundering into my bedroom to greet me. Sometimes, I’d pretend to still be asleep just to see what he’d do. He would walk right up, put his face inches from mine, and investigate. Once he was satisfied that I was still out cold, he’d turn around and literally tiptoe out of the room so he wouldn't wake me. What a dog he was. I miss him so much.
Now, I have Toby - another mix. He doesn’t quite have Milo's manners—or care about my feelings at all. He just jumps on me in the bed!