Pet Care: My Pet Story With a Twist

Last weekend, I had one of those “this can’t be real” moments—and yes, it involved pet care, pet grooming products, and one overly dramatic dog named Milo.

It started on Saturday morning. I was at my favourite pet store in Lekki, holding a basket full of organic dog food, tearless dog shampoo, a new chew toy, and a shiny retractable leash. I was already planning Milo’s “spa day” at home.

The store attendant, a cheerful Gen Z girl with rainbow braids, asked:

Attendant: “Wow, are you throwing a party for your dog or something?”

Me (laughing): “Basically. He deserves it. Milo’s been depressed since the last thunderstorm. I read online that pet anxiety is real, so I’m going full-on pet therapist today.”

I left the store feeling like the ultimate dog parent.

Picture this: candles lit, Afrobeats playlist on shuffle, Milo lying on a soft blanket looking at me like “you better not mess this up.”

I pulled out the pet grooming kit—brush, nail clipper, shampoo, and conditioner.

Me (to Milo): “Alright bro, let’s start with a bath. No drama.”

Milo tilted his head like he understood, then suddenly bolted under the couch.

After bribing him with grain-free dog treats, I finally got him into the bathtub. He looked miserable, ears flat, as if I was sending him to dog jail.

Me (whispering): “Relax Milo, it’s just shampoo. Smells like coconut, see?”

Splash! Milo shook his wet fur all over me, drenching my hoodie.

I sighed, “Great. Now I smell like dog perfume.”

Just when I thought the worst was over, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, dripping wet, Milo barking behind me. Standing there was my neighbor, holding a lost pet flyer.

Neighbor (serious tone): “Hey, sorry to bother you. Have you seen this dog? His name’s Milo. He ran out of my compound yesterday.”

I froze. I turned to look at my Milo—still shaking water all over the bathroom tiles.

Me (confused): “Wait… WHAT?!”

Turns out… my Milo wasn’t my Milo.

The real twist? My roommate had “borrowed” a friend’s dog earlier in the week because she thought I looked lonely. She never told me. I had been pampering, grooming, and feeding someone else’s dog like it was my child.

We laughed it off, exchanged contacts, and I handed “Milo” back to his rightful owner.

But here’s the kicker—I realized I actually loved the routine of pet care: the baths, the brushing, the walks, the bonding. So the very next day, I adopted my real dog from a local pet adoption center.

Now, my actual Milo sits next to me, rocking a shiny new pet collar with an ID tag (lesson learned).

Me (to Milo 2.0): “Don’t worry bro, you’re in safe hands. And this time, you’re really mine.”

He wagged his tail, and I swear he smiled.

Whether it’s pet grooming products, nutritious pet food, or safe pet accessories, investing in proper pet care creates unforgettable bonds—sometimes with a plot twist you never see coming.