Myles

Hi there, my name is Myles!<br/><br/>I've been told I'm around 17 years old. (that's pretty impressive, if you ask me).<br/><br/>These days, my eyesight isn't what it used to be, and my hearing is a little fuzzy too. But don't worry, I still know exactly where breakfast is, and that's really the important thing.<br/><br/>Most mornings I wake up, stretch these old bones, and head outside to do my business. Sometimes, to be honest, I may leave a little surprise behind. Hey, I'm 17. I do my best. I wear a fashionable little belly band around the house because my medicine makes me extra thirsty, which also means I need to potty pretty often. I know exactly where the door is and always try to make it outside, but every now and then my legs just can't go fast enough.<br/><br/>After my morning potty break, it's breakfast time! I'll politely remind you if you're taking too long. (Okay, maybe not that politely. I bark.) My medicine gets mixed into my food, and I have a very important breakfast tradition. I like to sit on my favorite stuffed monkey while I eat. Sometimes I leave a few bites behind, and I appreciate a little help finishing them. Then it's right back outside to potty again.<br/><br/>The rest of my day is pretty simple. I sleep. A lot. Sometimes I wander around the house just to make sure everything is still where I left it. When I want a little love, I'll quietly stand next to you until you notice me. I enjoy pets and being held for a few minutes, but then I'm ready to get back to my comfy bed.<br/><br/>Dinner is pretty much breakfast all over again, and by around 8:00 p.m., I'm tucked in for the night dreaming about treats, because I absolutely love treats.<br/><br/>I'm a quiet old gentleman most of the time. The only thing worth raising my voice over is if you're running late with my meals.<br/><br/>I know I'm not the puppy everyone is searching for. I'm not the dog who's going hiking or learning fancy tricks. I'm simply looking for someone with a soft heart and a cozy corner of their home.<br/><br/>Maybe you've been hoping to make a difference in one dog's life. Maybe that's why you're reading this.<br/><br/>If so, I promise I'll spend every day reminding you that even old dogs still have so much love left to give. My little body may be slowing down, but my heart hasn't changed one bit and I can't wait to meet you.

Hi there, my name is Myles!

I've been told I'm around 17 years old. (that's pretty impressive, if you ask me).

These days, my eyesight isn't what it used to be, and my hearing is a little fuzzy too. But don't worry, I still know exactly where breakfast is, and that's really the important thing.

Most mornings I wake up, stretch these old bones, and head outside to do my business. Sometimes, to be honest, I may leave a little surprise behind. Hey, I'm 17. I do my best. I wear a fashionable little belly band around the house because my medicine makes me extra thirsty, which also means I need to potty pretty often. I know exactly where the door is and always try to make it outside, but every now and then my legs just can't go fast enough.

After my morning potty break, it's breakfast time! I'll politely remind you if you're taking too long. (Okay, maybe not that politely. I bark.) My medicine gets mixed into my food, and I have a very important breakfast tradition. I like to sit on my favorite

Hi there, my name is Myles!

I've been told I'm around 17 years old. (that's pretty impressive, if you ask me).

These days, my eyesight isn't what it used to be, and my hearing is a little fuzzy too. But don't worry, I still know exactly where breakfast is, and that's really the important thing.

Most mornings I wake up, stretch these old bones, and head outside to do my business. Sometimes, to be honest, I may leave a little surprise behind. Hey, I'm 17. I do my best. I wear a fashionable little belly band around the house because my medicine makes me extra thirsty, which also means I need to potty pretty often. I know exactly where the door is and always try to make it outside, but every now and then my legs just can't go fast enough.

After my morning potty break, it's breakfast time! I'll politely remind you if you're taking too long. (Okay, maybe not that politely. I bark.) My medicine gets mixed into my food, and I have a very important breakfast tradition. I like to sit on my favorite stuffed monkey while I eat. Sometimes I leave a few bites behind, and I appreciate a little help finishing them. Then it's right back outside to potty again.

The rest of my day is pretty simple. I sleep. A lot. Sometimes I wander around the house just to make sure everything is still where I left it. When I want a little love, I'll quietly stand next to you until you notice me. I enjoy pe