Milo and me.


Who’s the boss?

By The Paul for Shane and in memory of Roscoe.

It was to be a perfect day, easy clean up, lunch with a friend and a punch list you could do in your sleep followed by the final payment for a window job that went well.

Wait a minute, this is remodeling, right?

I got to the job as the sun was drying the dew, a clear and perfect day. My tasks were simple and well defined, minor finishes only so when the customer greeted me I told him I would be done an hour after I got back from lunch.

As an experienced and competent owner and craftsman I make these announcements based on my confident assessments, no wild guessing, just experienced based conclusive statements, something years of experience gives you the right to offer.

Meet Milo.

So what!

Milo is a ten year old dirty and dusty Uncle Buck of a dog, not given to displays of affection like wagging his tail or giving you a friendly lick, he just gives you the eye and finding anything less than a doggie treat mundane and beneath his attention, he just takes up space and with an air of resolute superiority finds a place in the work path to plop down his 120lbs of dusty black shagginess.

Last day, punch list and final payment.

All I have left is caulk 2 windows, clean up and load the truck.

My buddy Milo heads south.

As I’m leaving the back door, hands full of cleaning supplies Milo makes his move, he jostles by me and goes into the back yard, so OK and I continue to load up, the gate is closed and all is good but! Dark clouds swirling with energy and a distant rumbling are moving towards us, soon it begins to rain and Milo is standing there getting wet with a funny tenseness to his posture and then BOOM!

Milo with a sureness I appreciate begins a fast lumbering gait towards the 5′ fence, leaps into the air and perches, tottering back and forth like a crazy parrot on a drunken pirates shoulder and then whoops, he’s gone over to the dark side.

Man he’s bookin!

I open the gate and call  but he ain’t coming back, he’s left, he’s doing his thing so I give chase. 30 minutes later after running up and down alleys and through the yards of this quiet neighborhoods homes  I am soaked to the bone and quit the chase.

I decide to finish my caulking and climb a ladder and give my Vulcan caulk a squeeze.

OH NO! the goop flies out the side of the now wet tube and onto the very visible brown shingled roof over the front bay window, Danger will Robinson, I run and get spirits, brush and towels and do a decent clean up and notice my phone is gone, its somewhere in the jungle of flora surrounding this home. I had turned off my phone for lunch and could not use the homeowners phone to call and hear it ring, so 30 minutes later all muddy and wet I finish the caulk, clean up and wait for my customer and my final payment.

Return of the Jedi.

Waiting at the front gate after 3 hours of freedom is my buddy Milo, he and I are both wet and muddy and now a crew of two. I open the gate and without a sideways glance Milo walks past, totally unrepentant and heads to the back door landing, plops his bulk down to ensure he is squarely in my way, sighs like a balloon losing air and closes his eyes to take a nap.

I like Milo.

Milo and I are alike, we know who we are, were good at are jobs and were sure in our efforts. Dogs like Milo let me know whats right in the world and confirm that sometimes its best to do what you have to do, not what people want you to do.

My customer came home, we did the walk through and I got my final payment. As I stepped over my buddy on the way out I said goodbye to Milo, he raised his massive head a bit, gave me that baleful and weary dog look and went back to his nap.

I understood.


  1. Thanks, Paul.

    I just want to tell present and future dog owners to make sure you get your dog his shots and to keep up with them. Bad things can happen all too quickly.


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