I thought this glass was reserved for beer, so I didn’t expect to see my iced coffee in it. Apparently, I needed a gentle reminder 😅

Brunch with Auntie Pammie (@ Breakfast Republic)

He loves his new toys from Auntie Christine. This nugget is already such a spoiled boi 🥰

We took him to the vet for a wellness check and he did so well. He was a little scared and hid his face in my armpit when the doc was checking his breathing with the stethoscope, but was a good boi overall. The rescue told me he was taken from a hoarding situation, so they weren’t sure how old he was, but said his approximate age was 1. The vet said he’s got all his adult teeth and he is most def not 1 LOL. He’s at least 3, but at most 5. 

Milo’s been doing so well at home! He waits till I take him on a walk to go to the bathroom. He’s quiet as fuck, and I’ve only heard him bark twice – both times when I accidentally stepped on him 😅 He’s a stage 5 clinger, though, and has severe separation anxiety. He follows me everywhere, even if I just get up to turn off the light. He doesn’t let anyone but me take him out for walks – My sister tried to take him while I waited in the garage for my aunt to pick something up, and he kept looking back at me while they were walking away, then he got off the leash and ran back to me! Luckily we were in my sister’s community and not a main road. IDK how to fix his abandonment issues when I can’t even fix my own 😅

Full disclosure, this blog might devolve into a Milo tribute site. Fair warning.

It’s a superstition that eating 12 grapes under the table on New Year’s Eve will bring you the love of your life (at least according to Bretman Rock LOL. Christine also told me that it’s Filipino superstition that if I go to bed with my hair still wet from taking a shower, I’ll go blind LMAO, so IDK what to believe). Anyway, last New Year’s Eve, I ate 12 grapes under the table. And months went by. And I waited. And I waited. And the love of my life never came. And just as the year was about to come to an end, I received a text from this animal rescue in LA that my application was chosen. I have applied for several dogs there since I lived in LA, and I have never once been picked – competition is stiff up there (in all aspects of life!). 13th times a charm 😆

Say hello to love of my life and the goodest boi, Milo 🥰

This pupper was rescued from a hoarding situation and perfect in every way – estimated only a year old (more potential years to share), mellow-tempered, and already potty trained. He was being fostered in West Hollywood, so I went up there to meet him, and the rest is history.

I miss the LA sunsets, but I def don’t miss the LA traffic – It’s 2pm on a Sunday afternoon. Why are we bumper to bumper???

He was so anxious the entire 2+ hour car ride home and didn’t sleep a wink. I got him this $200 orthopedic dog bed, and he just jumped right on my own bed when he got home and finally went to sleep. He knows he’s safe with me now 🥹

You guys, I’m a mommy.