GOOD MORNING MILO

I go back to Ipoh during the weekends and the first living being I see the first thing I open the door in the morning is Milo.  Somehow, this pooch can sense that I have risen from bed and would run over to my house.  She'd wagged her tail and wait for me to open the grill and play with her.  After I am done petting and hugging her, she'd keep me company when I do the gardening.  She'd only go back over to her house when she hears her mistress calling her or when I go to market.
Milo has sort of help to take the place of my Angel.  Her loving nature has lessened the heartache of losing Angel.