Milo and the chairs

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Hello! Been a very long time. Not sure anyone is still out there in Wild Suburbia cyberspace. Are you there? If you are out there, I have a lot to report.

This summer my garden mostly had to fend for itself while I was driving cross-country from west to east and then back again, logging over 9,000 miles. It was a great trip. When I got home, after being gone for over a month, the garden was looking pretty good. My daughter watched it for a couple of weeks and then my husband took over. Nevertheless, I don’t think they were over worked, and like I said it did okay. More on that another time.

 The big (and sad) news is that Milo, my garden buddy for many years, is no longer with us. A couple of weeks ago, at the ripe age of 16 years, 8 months, he was unable to stand when he woke up. He is missed. He has been gone for a couple of weeks and I am now ready to write about him.
Milo and the chairs
When Milo was a pup I decided to take him for a walk into town to chill out at a coffee shop. I’d seen other dogs patiently sitting with their people, enjoying the pleasant downtown scene, and I thought, why not Milo?

I got through a fairly quick cup of coffee when it seemed Milo was out of patience. The server, however, was nowhere to be found. I looked around for a place to tie Milo’s leash so I could go in and pay the bill but couldn’t find anything appropriate. The outdoor seating for the coffee shop was on a fairly busy corner in town. Finally I decided to tie Milo to three plastic chairs that were stacked up near the building. I knew if nothing disturbed him, he would be fine for a few minutes.

I darted inside glancing out the door to make sure Milo was okay, when a woman entering the store inquired whether that was my dog out there. I threw down a five-dollar bill and ran outside only to see Milo running at break-neck speed down the street with the three chairs bouncing close behind. An elderly man tried to stop him and nearly got taken down for his trouble. A woman pushing a stroller averted disaster by mere inches. Milo kept running with me charging after him – and I think, though I don’t really remember – yelling out his name. Next thing I know he is headed for the street, between parked cars, no less. The volume of my frantic screams increased, as did my speed. I lunged and reached his leash just as he entered the lane of traffic.

We got back on the sidewalk. I was shaking. Milo was shaking. Luckily we were both young or one of us would have had a heart attack. I detached the cracked chairs and just held Milo. As we slowly walked back to the coffee shop I heard someone call my name. It was a neighbor. All I could think was, did she see that spectacular scene? I made small talk but couldn’t ask. Then I replaced the chairs and sheepishly took Milo home, feeling guilty that I didn’t leave money for the damage. I just couldn’t manage it.

Though gentle and sweet, Milo was always a nervous dog. We never tried the coffee shop again, but for years and years he sat patiently in our yard watching me garden. He rarely needed a leash since he rarely wandered off. When he did, he always obeyed my command to come back. To this day I wonder what freaked him out at the coffee shop to make him take off like he did. I miss you buddy.

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7 thoughts on “Milo and the chairs

  1. wonderful story and my thoughts are with you.

  2. Anonymous

    Great story and images. It&#39;s so hard when they pass…<br />XO Pamela

  3. Emily Green

    Oh, Barbara, It&#39;s so nice to have you posting again; I&#39;m only sorry about the occasion. Milo was a great dog. Fondly, Emily<br />

  4. Still here, Barbara! So sorry about Milo. Looking forward to your future posts.

  5. Still here, Barbara! So sorry about Milo. Looking forward to your future posts.

  6. Linda Worlow

    Oh… what a story! Poor Milo, poor you. Can just see that whole scenario… only to laugh long after the adrenaline equalized. Thanks for your story, thanks for Milo… I did not know him well, but he has always found a warm place in my heart. He was a VERY GOOD dog. llw

  7. Lili Singer

    Thanks for the story, BE. He was a sweet and wonderful boy. <br />

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