A tale of two dogs beside the sea, tiddly pom.
Milo and Dora were friends. Dog friends. Like their humans, they were beautiful and as different dogs as you can imagine. Milo, long legged and lean, with the grace of a dancer. I named him Rudolf Nureyev. Dora with her dark curly fur was as mischievous as a kitten, with so much love in her little muscular body for a thousand people and animals. She has a habit of lying in the middle of a room. Or a corridor. So you cannot miss her with her wagging tail and joyful yelps.
Milo, towered over Dora. They gambled on beaches, in woods and fields looking like a pair of odd twins. Not identical! But their love together was mighty and real. Humans should take note. War is not the answer. You never see a dog, cat, cow or horse with a gun. That is a human trait. Milo and Dora smiled. Yes they did. They leapt and bound through life together. Sprinkling joy. A twosome of spirit. Milo has left his life on earth, but his beauty lives on in minds and hearts. In photographs and memories. Lorna called him him her soul mate. I know why. He was a glorious dog. I will never forget these dotty magical dogs. Dora will miss him. Her pal Milo. Milo the dancer, elegant and loyal. Together, they were a ballet on the beach. An Olympic run on the Hills. A hilarious play everywhere they were. I was lucky to know them. Lucky to have seen the world through their eyes.
Thank you Milo and Dora for being my friends too. Rudolf Nureyev and Adorable Dora.
When I met Sarah, then Lorna and Carolann, I also made friends with Milo and Dora. A quintet of loveliness.
Below Dora today in her hood!
Ella showing off her tummy and discovering her shadow!
