We found this little dog running the neighborhood, I made flyers to locate his family. I walked the streets with him to see if someone was missing him. A lady opened her door and said “oh, you have him now.. I said ya but where does he belong? She said “next door. but he runs over here everyday, he don’t like it there. They have about 10 of those little dogs, They are a puppy mill”. She asked where I live. I told her we have a fenced yard. She said “take that dog home and give him a good life”. A few days later I put a flyer in the neighbors mail box, they never called me. So we took him to the vet, he got checked out and a chip. (he was a runner, I thought). This was at least 13 yrs ago. It was estimated Milo was 17 when he passed.