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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