This is my beautiful Monty. Eight years ago, someone asked us if we knew anyone who wanted a dog. We took him home with us, three and a half years old, & apparently, too naughty to stay in his first home. We waited for the naughtiness with bated breath – but nothing. He is a very vocal dog – not just barking, but lots of funny noises,which I assume is talking. He sticks to me like glue, and gives me so much love. When Willow, our cat died, Monty witnessed Sean burying him in the garden. The following day, Monty took his teddy into the garden, dug a hole in the opposite flower border, & started burying the teddy. We decided to get a new pal for Monty – his name is Rolo, or Rolypolio as we call him. Photos of Rolo next time!