Hello, I'm Milord, and there's a reason for my name. Once upon a time, I was a free and proud spirit, ruling over a stretch of beach and interacting with humans on my own terms. I did have a special connection to one lady, Francine, who looked after me, and when she insisted on me going to the vet I abided out of courtesy. One day she told me there were people out to kill me and my kind and so I reluctantly agreed to go to SARA. I thought it was going to temporary. But here I am, 5 years on, still at the shelters and hoping to regain some freedom while I'alive. By local standards, I'm a senior. It's not yet safe for me to return to my beach, and, besides, too many years have passed for me to readapt to life in the wild.

I truly hope to connect with someone out there and to find a loving home to retire. I don't need much to be content. A relaxed environment and a patient adopter, as it might take some time for me to form a bond. At the shelters, I've shared my space with more dogs than I can count, and I've proven my social skills. When human visitors are around I stay in the background to avoid their attention.