“That was 2011.
Bert was very attached to my college aged son and didn’t want to travel anymore.
Whenever he saw my suitcase he wouldn’t leave my son’s lap and made himself scarce during travel preparations.
I wasn’t really looking for another dog.
I knew my husband wouldn’t be thrilled, but I saw Milo at an adoption event at our pet store. He was the exact same size as Mr. Bert, but with a very different personality.
We call Mr. Bert the mean mother because he’s always correcting other dogs.
We call Milo the perm puppy because he is always getting into trouble.”