He Spoiled His Dog, Starved Me, and Thought I'd Stay
My boyfriend had a border collie named Milo that he treated like his own child.
No matter how broke we were, Milo never went without.
We waited outside the warehouse club for its 10 p.m. bread markdowns, then bought Milo fresh seafood flown in that morning.
We worked until conjunctivitis left our eyes bloodshot and still didn't dare take a day off, all so we could send Milo to a summer camp that cost more than three thousand dollars.
I always thought Lucian simply loved animals too much, that people could tough it out but Milo shouldn't have to suffer.
Until the Calloway heir threw a lavish banquet in the north end of town for his beloved pet's birthday.
I snuck in hoping to take home some f