Milo seems to think he is something special. But that's me. I don't know why he thinks, when he is younger and smaller than me, that he is king of the world. We had "friends" over for mother's day. One is a cute little dog named Niko. Check him out here. Niko.
Niko thinks he is king of the universe and always has. He spent his day on Mother's Day trying to "dominate" Milo, trying to convince Milo that he can't really be king of the universe. Milo, being Milo, didn't believe him. I'm not sure but I think by the end of the day the midget Milo had won the "I am king of the universe" war. At least that's what he told me.
So for Milo's birthday, dad gave Milo a kong filled with peanut butter. I didn't understand it as I didn't get one also. So mom took pity on me and gave me one as well. That "universe" guy stole mine as well and made sure I knew he was really really pissed over me having one.
I would like to wish him a happy birthday, but after that kong mess this morning, I just can't.
What do you do about a problem called Milo?
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