Miles

Miles was the perfect puppy...the "anti-Marley" puppy। He never chewed a shoe or piece of furniture. Never did he surf the counters or bark in his crate or tug on the leash. At 8 weeks, he was like a wise little man that had already lived a lifetime. He grew into a loving, devoted, smart and funny friend...the kind of dog that everyone who met him wanted as their own. Everyone wanted to dog-sit Miles, but we rarely left him because we loved him too much. So smart, he could be trained to do a new task in minutes. So happy to start every day that when he heard us get out of bed he would fly to get a ball and start flinging it in the air to play his own game of catch, all the while racing around the house, wagging his tail furiously.