It’s summer. Ninety degree days. Dog bone sundaes at Lickety Split. Jumping in the pool.
My name is Monty and this is my life.
Aside from the good stuff, there is the summer hair cut. Oh, they drop me off at the groomer and I hope for the best. A little trim just how I like it.
And then this happens…
My people will spend the next two weeks filling me with treats and giving me extra attention as I sulk around with a buzz. I’m not sure if this means that they are shipping me off to the military or what? There was a fancy bandana from the groomer too, but I can’t even talk about that. Who does that to a dog with my street cred?
I am loads cooler and I like it, but don’t tell them that. Keep the treats and the dog bone sundaes coming.
And if you two legged people are wondering, my awesome orange owl collar came from my friend Maggie's mom at Teeny Tiny Collars.