Miles surprised me twice today. First, after I wrote yesterday that he doesn’t like other dogs Miles made a new friend. A fluffy puppy ambled up to us and Miles fell in love. The two of them rolled around, chased each other, and barked. It sounded like happy barks and no teeth were showing so I took that as a positive sign.
Don’t think that Miles has never had dog friends. He has. But he’s a snob. He prefers Boston Terriers (BT). When we lived in Boston, another BT lived in our building. Miles adore this BT named Fred. When Fred’s parents divorced and Fred had to move away I think Miles was more heartbroken than the couple who divorced. I was relieved though. Fred was an adorable dog, but every time he came over he pooped in my front room. If Fred’s parents are reading this, I’m sorry you have to find out this way.
The new buddy is not a BT. I didn’t snap a photo yet since I don’t want to get my hopes up. Maybe today was a fluke and Miles will act like a jerk tomorrow. I’m hopeful, but cautious.
On our walk home, Miles shocked me again. As we walked by the Earl’s Court Exhibition Centre, Miles stopped right in his tracks. I called his name. No reaction. Then I saw his red ball roll out of his mouth. The red ball that he’s obsessed about. The one we keep in the freezer so he can’t smell it or he won’t sleep. If you think I’m lying, I’m not. We actually keep his ball in the freezer. Once I left it out overnight and when I woke up in the morning, Miles was still staring at it with the reddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
At first I thought Miles would dart after his ball. He drops it a lot, but quickly retrieves it. But no. He continued staring. I tried pulling on his leash. He planted his feet firmly. He wanted to take it all in. What did Miles see?
Santa, I think Miles would like a new red ball this year.