Come closer, let me drool on you. |
Montel was born in the middle of my sister's bed on a Saturday morning in May, 2005. His mom, Madison, was my dog and had gotten herself in the family way. (That was on my bed. Damn dogs.) I was out preparing for my garage sale when my sisters flew out of the house with the news that Madison was finally in labour.
Montel (and all his siblings) came out looking like a little black jelly bean despite his mother being an entirely white Cocker-Poodle cross and his father being a white and brown Shih Tzu. He was followed by 5 other brothers and sisters throughout the morning as I ran back and forth between the garage sale and the house.
In my excitement and panic, I decided to sell the dining room table so Madison could have a birthing spot on lino instead of the bed. I accidentally put the foot of the table through my front door window. It was an exciting day.
Montel as a puppy - about 2 months old. |
I did not plan to keep any of the dogs. In fact, when we found out Maddy was pregnant we decided one of them would be for my Dad to keep him company. He picked out Vicki because she chewed on his nose. He decided she needed a brother, so Monty came with her.
Dad did his best to spoil the pups rotten. Then, he met his wonderful wife and moved to Ukraine. He left Monty and Vicki with me. For a woman who had not planned to keep any dogs, I suddenly had 3. This led to me walking them through my neighbourhood and being approached by a little girl saying "Mister Lady, you have LOTS of dogs."
We think the probable brain damage just made him cuter. |
His sister came over to visit one night and took Madison home for a sleep over. Madison never came back. Both Maddy and (my now) SiL fell in love and have had the most hilarious time ever since. Then my little crazy Grandma needed a dog to take care of her and Vicki was it. She went to keep Grandma in line. Both were very happy.
That left Monty. I wasn't sure what I thought about him at first. He wasn't my first choice, but I grew to love him like I haven't any dog before him. He is easy going, a bit of a princess, and loves me more than any other creature on Earth. It's hard not to reciprocate that kind of devotion.
Monty's favourite thing - ball. But don't touch it. He doesn't want you to play. He just wants to show it to you. |
He's adorable! And what a great story - hilarious naming them after talk show hosts. How did you manage to not end up with an Oprah?
ReplyDeleteHonestly, Kelly, I have NO IDEA. We didn't even think of it. Oprah would have been awesome.
DeleteMy Monty Boy. He and our cat Bonya are brothers under the skin.
ReplyDeleteI think they are, Dad. He's sweet, but not too bright!
DeleteSweet! I'm interested in the table-through-the-window details - LOL!
ReplyDeletethe things we do for our dogs...
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"Good and kind." I love it! I'm going to have to remember to use that in reference to my smaller dog...
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