Milo

*St. Patrick’s Day Babies: The Cuteness Report* Born 3/17/26, weighing less than a bag of sugar _combined_, and already running the house. *Arlo* is our little old man in a puppy body. Normal fawn pug color, squishy face, snorts when he’s concentrating. His superpower? The head tilt. Ask “who’s hungry?” and his whole forehead wrinkles like he’s solving math. Instant heart melt. *Milo*, blue + brown merle, looks like someone spilled watercolors on velvet. He’s still learning his legs are longer than his brain thinks. Trips over his own ears, then recovers by launching himself into your lap like, _“Meant to do that.”_ Belly is pink, spotted, and prime for raspberries. *Athena* — 3 lbs of blue fawn merle mischief. The only girl, and she milks it. She falls asleep mid-play with a toy bigger than she is, paws twitching, tiny snores whistling out her nose. Wake her up and she gives you that _“How dare you”_ side-eye before climbing straight into your neck for cuddles. Her merle coat is soft like baby blankets. All three pile into one dog bed made for a single pup. Milo’s legs kick Arlo in the face. Arlo grumbles but doesn’t move. Athena sprawls across both of them like a queen on her throne. They’re Jugs, so you get pug grumbles mixed with Jack Russell tail-wags that could power a fan. 6 weeks old and they’ve already stolen every sock, every heart, and every bit of personal space you thought you had. *Warning: Viewing may cause sudden baby talk and the urge to boop a nose.*