Today I went looking for Milo.
Mind you, he was in our back garden and he was supposed to be out doing his business, so I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary.
Maybe he'd finished and maybe he hadn't, but whatever he'd done he was doing something else now... he was climbing a tree.
That's right, my bloody dog was climbing a tree.
A frickin' tree!
He was about a quarter of the way up, just as cool as you please, looking over the fence into our neighbor's garden.
Unfortunately, I freaked and called his name instead of running indoors and grabbing the camera, so there's no photo. Just the one of him doing what he's doing now.