What’s the point of having a dog if you can’t occasionally embarrass him by dressing him up in clothes, right? (Actually, he kind of loved wearing this shirt. He walked around in it for a good hour.)

For Monty, it doesn’t get better than drying off pond-swimming-wetness by rolling around in the grass.

Back by popular demand (you can stop emailing me now!), Monday Monty Blogging. Since it’s been a while, I figured it would be fun to post the first ever Monty picture. (Here’s Monty now, for those who are meeting him for the first time.)

We clearly had a fun weekend. How about you?

Andrew and I are watching Monty’s brother Banjo for a couple of days while my parents are off on a much-needed vacation. The doggies do everything together. This includes Banjo following Monty into his crate whenever we try to send him there to separate and calm the crazy beasts. Just check out the look of pure bliss on Monty’s face.

So, I have not kept up with my Monday Monday blogging and a lot of you have let me know via email that this is unacceptable. Since I’ve been traveling a lot for Women’s History Month I don’t have any new pics to show off, so I figure an old sleeping-yoga-dog pic will do. Enjoy!

Monty waits patiently for Andrew to get our morning coffee.
About two months ago, we moved into a house. Like, a grown up one. With frigging multiple bathrooms – unheard of in New York. We seriously lucked out.
Monty loves the new neighborhood – Sunnyside, represent! – more than anyone, and especially loves having a backyard. Also, there are dogs everywhere here; it’s ass-sniffing heaven every time we take a walk. For Monty, I mean. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
(If anyone out there also lives in Sunnyside, make sure to stop by my parents’ health food store – it’s the shit.)
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