Yep, this little guy would grab rocks on walks. If we tried to take them he'd fight us for them. Tooth and nail literally.
We've tried to break him of his rock addiction all his life and he slowed down on usage til we moved here.
Milo: This place has more rocks than any 100 dogs could collect! I mean, every yard is FULL of little delicacies! They get onto the sidewalk, just asking to be picked up.
I love to find one, I leap on it lest it get away or mama sees it first. I strut around rolling it on my tongue as I go, throwing it up in the air! Catching it, chasing it if it rolls away, and having a great time.
The way I figure it, Mama should be happy. If I'm busy with the rocks, I don't bite the leash or her hand or Daddy's coat.
Hey... that's not a rock! That's candy, but I'll eat it anyway.
LeeAnna: Well, I'm afraid he's break a tooth, or aspirate it the way he plays with them. I'm personally tired of skittering around on rocks on the sidewalk, and seeing them instead of grass. The rocks are in shades of brown and light red, like the homes, like the surrounding land, like everything I see. It's all a shade of tan.
Thank God for the blue sky, just to remind me there is another color on the spectrum.
All transplants from the east comment on the Brown. We're all starving for other colors. I look out on a sea of roof tops, all brown. The land? Brown. Hills? brown.
Milo: um, Mama? this is about ME not you. Me and my collections.
LeeAnna: Milo you are right my baby. Tell us what you like about rocks?
Milo: Like? what's not to like? What do you want me to do, bark a poem to rocks?
I LIke Rocks.
LeeAnna: When he comes running in at night from his evening walk with Dad, and happily throws himself to the carpet, still wearing his collar and leash I know he has another rock. We left all the MD rocks behind, but he's starting to amass a new collection
This might be a life long obsession.
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