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| Name: |
Monty
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Age: |
Nine years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
English Cocker Spaniel |
| Home: |
Culver City, California, USA |
It
was fate. My husband and I had just found out we were expecting a
baby -- no one else even knew at this point. We chanced by the Britney
Foundation Rescue in Studio City, Calif. at the corner of Laurel Canyon
(yes, of the movie of the same name) and Ventura Blvd.
The rescue group specializes in "media-condemned dogs," meaning they had
a lot of Pit Bulls, Dobermans and Rotts, many in cages. Many of the dogs
had numerous requirements, eg., could only go to an all-adult household
or even all-female home, had many medical issues...
But sitting as peacefully as can be - out on the sidewalk - was a red
English Cocker Spaniel. His name was Montana, although that handle was
just given to him by his rescuer, who found him at the Downey pound. In
Los Angeles County, owner-turn ins are put down in 24-hours. Monty was
one such pup who got very lucky.
For a week, I pleaded with my husband to adopt him; we hadn't even given
real serious thought to adopting a dog at this point, but Monty's sweet,
sweet disposition and soft, soft fur had won me over.
Exactly a week later, we returned, filled out the paper work (we likened
the 100-question application to adopting a human baby), and Thanksgiving
weekend of 1996, Monty, who the vet deemed was about a year old, was
ours.
He's been the most wonderful, loving, tolerant companion we could ever
imagine. He's been the nicest, completely affectionate dog to our son,
from the day we brought the baby home to now (our son's in second
grade). I work at home primarily and he's always at my side. He sleeps
in bed with us every night (gives new meaning to "the family bed").
He's a total chow hound, loves food and loves the ladies. He's very
quick and does all kinds of amusing tricks -- he does a commando crawl,
can dance (although not too much due to his hip displaysia), shake hands,
lie down, "speak," roll to the left and the right and can stay (mostly
motivated by the prospect of a treat).
We cannot imagine life without him.
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