Oct 2 • 🧑🧑🧒🧒 Family
Not always blood
Meet Milo – my golden retriever, roommate, best friend, and the only family member who’s never argued with me (probably because he can’t talk).
Milo isn’t just a dog. He’s a 65 pound shadow who follows me everywhere, a professional sock thief, and a world-class napper. He sheds enough hair to build another dog weekly, insists every guest is here to see him, and believes belly rubs are a full-time job (for me, not him).
But here’s the thing—he’s family. The kind of family who doesn’t care about bad days, missed calls, or screw-ups. All he wants is food, fetch, and a spot on the couch… preferably mine.
So yeah, Milo might drool on my shoes and hog the bed, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Because at the end of the day, he’s not just “my dog”—he’s family.
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