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Most of you know I lost my dear, sweet dog Miller a month or so ago. I still miss him very much! Miller was a 175-pound English Mastiff, the best dog I ever owned. I know most of you have experienced the loss of a pet! You have my condolences. I reflected today hopefully keeping the Erma Bombeck flair going on the lessons I Iearned from my Miller. Here it goes. The first lesson is Miller always greeted everybody with great happiness and a wagging tail. Everyone he knew he greeted that way. I want to be like that. I want to greet all my friends (and extended family - a little more difficult) with great happiness and a wagging tail. I want them to feel my love! The second lesson is whenever I was sick, Miller was right by my side. One time I was doubled over in pain with pancreatitis. I was literally crying out in pain, and so was Miller (he was enthusiastic and loud). I want to howl for my family and friends when they are ill. Really feel their pain like Miller did. The third is his ferocity for protecting me. I have two examples. Miller sometimes, not often, but sometimes was in our back yard. He was an inside dog with his own bedroom! One cool morning, I left him outside. Little did I know a sprinkler guy was coming to fix some bubblers in the back yard. I was not home, but Miller did not know that. This poor guy was facetiming my husband in the backyard when Miller spotted him. Miller was eleven years old but still fast and ferocious. This young guy was trying to outrun Miller with great fear, while talking to my husband. After the guy successfully outran Miller, David shared the video with me. It was hilarious! (We are usually very careful about not subjecting hardworking people to Miller's wrath.) The next time was when I was crying out in pain from pancreatitis with Miller crying with me. My husband was rubbing my back, comforting me when he glanced in Millers direction. He thought Miller was going to eat his face off! This is the ferocity I want to have for defending my family and friends. When someone hurts them, I want to make them feel like I'll eat their face off, maybe not so dramatic, but you get the idea. And the last lesson was Miller knew when to leave the party. If we had a room full and people and Miller tooted, he would go to his room. We would not have to say anything to him. He was embarrassed, so he left. I hope as I age, I will leave the room if I toot. And if I don't, please somebody escort me out of the room, if you love me you will do this for me! And his last example was when my grandson was born. He spent two weeks meeting my grandson, sniffing him and licking his head. He obviously loved him. I think Miller was ready to go but wanted to make sure I would be okay. He knew this baby brought me joy and he left and went to heaven. I want to always know when to leave the party! Nothing serious here, just observations I made about Miller. Thank you Miller for teaching me valuable life lessons! This picture is the last one I have of me, Hudson and Miller.
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