Monty the Pooch
November 18th 2007 21:44
I was on my way to my sister’s place yesterday when I spotted the dog who often sits outside the neighbourhood hairdresser’s most weekends. I went over to pat him and he let out a mournful yelp. I looked at his collar so I could find out what his name was but there was no name tag.
The dog came closer to me and stuck his tongue out so I bent forward so he could lick my face. He lapped at my chin and neck for several moments before he presented his back to me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted so I gave him a back rub. That seemed to make him happy. A passer-by then called out, “Hello, Monty!” so I now knew what his name was.
Before Monty started licking me, I managed to get this shot of him. A handsome boy, wouldn’t you agree?
The dog came closer to me and stuck his tongue out so I bent forward so he could lick my face. He lapped at my chin and neck for several moments before he presented his back to me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted so I gave him a back rub. That seemed to make him happy. A passer-by then called out, “Hello, Monty!” so I now knew what his name was.
Before Monty started licking me, I managed to get this shot of him. A handsome boy, wouldn’t you agree?
Monty the Pooch
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