Today, Monty has been our dog for a full year.  It's the longest he's been anywhere.  He was rescued when he was 9 months old.  We got him just after he turned one year.  Now, he's been here a year.  What a year!  After months of anticipation, he picked him up and brought him home.  Started training, classes, bonding, then took him with us to so many places: airport, beach, long walks, the pond.  Then he took ill and I feared the worse, but like so many Britts, he fought to live.  We finally got him eating... a bit too much because he got to be a bit of a barrel. He ran on top of  and through the snow... when he wasn't eating it.   Now that the warmer weather's here, he's running off the extra pounds. 
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