Miloversary
Today is the third Gotcha Day of the beloved Milo. (Read about his second here.) Chocolates are poisonous to dogs, and roses are of no interest except to pee on, so what is there to offer him on our anniversary besides poetry?
The Milo
with apologies to William Blake
and eternal gratitude to Linda "Sip" Siperstein, DVM
Milo, Milo, snoozing hard
Or at play in Harvard Yard
Evolution's complex muteness
Holds the secret of thy cuteness.
For a chunk of mammoth raw
Did thy wolfish forebear paw
At some caveman's hairy knee?
Didst thou tame him, or he tame thee?
Way back in the Pleistocene
Were proto-Milos sometimes seen
A-creeping to the humans' lair
To take--and give--some comfort there?
To think a pack wolf's bold defection
Along with natural selection
Produced this charming parasite:
Milo, Milo, burning bright.
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Robin Abrahamswrites the weekly "Miss Conduct" column for The Boston Globe Magazine and is the author of Miss Conduct's Mind over Manners. Robin has a PhD in psychology from Boston University and also works as a research associate at Harvard Business School. Her column is informed by her experience as a theater publicist, organizational-change communications manager, editor, stand-up comedian, and professor of psychology and English. She lives in Cambridge with her husband Marc Abrahams, the founder of the Ig Nobel Prizes, and their socially challenged but charismatic dog, Milo.
