doc's friends, the boys, are moving away this week and they adopted out their two dogs, connor and murphy. i was really hoping we could adopt one of them, i loved those dogs. doc brought me home one of their dog collars, which i promptly put on and am still wearing. i don't know if it's connor's or murphy's but i don't care. i loved them both.
milo is slowly warming up to me. he will drink water in front of me now. he still won't come up to me, still too stressed out from being in a harsh environment and then doggy jail. he sleeps all the time. he's not eating regularly yet. but at least he's going to the bathroom, marking up the yard, and has dug himself a nice hole in the dirt to lay in outside when we're on the patio. which is a LOT.
we all stuff our own cigarettes, and i figured it out, it costs $26 for 3 cartons worth of cigarettes. so we share our tobacco and tubes. when one of us goes in to roll a cigarette, we roll two or three, depending on who's home. it's all very amiable. Red is an easy person to like.