Sunday, March 20, 2011

Fetch

A sure sign of spring.  I brought out a new tennis ball this morning and played Fetch with Monty.  He's getting better at dropping the ball rather than playing keep away.  Its pure joy to watch him run.  Over the hard ground you can hear the rhythm of his running.   I was very proud of him when, while chasing the ball at full speed, he turned around and ran back to me when the ball  went out of bounds!!   In three days it will be his unofficial birthday (His papers state he went to the vet on 12/23 and the vet proclaimed him 9 months, so we figured we'd call his birthday 3/23)

Friday, March 18, 2011

Signs of Spring

With all the warm weather, the mounds of snow have melted, revealing brown  grass. Monty has rediscovered one of his favorite past-times: digging.  Small holes at first and as the earth warms, they get larger and larger. This is a sure sign of spring!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Monty - Just a nice shot!

Amy and Monty


Monty Eating Snow

Dinner Time!

Yesterday, the building I work in was closed early and so I was home late afternoon.  I went to work in my studio and Monty joined me.  To keep the heat in, I shut the door.  All was peaceful.. Monty was lying between the radiator and me and I was quietly getting my stuff done.  Suddenly, Monty started barking incessantly.  I got up and opened the door figuring something was wrong.  I turned to Jay and asked what was wrong as Monty went full board down the hall.  Jay looked at me.  "Dinner Time."   I cracked up.  I had disturbed the routine.  Do not stand between a dog  and his food!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Running on the Snow

The new snow and warmer days has hardened the snow.  Monty found it could hold his weight! Now he's delighting in running on top of the snow.  Since we've kept a path shoveled to a place he could relieve himself, he now runs down the path, leaps over 3' wall of snow and run all over his yard.  His favorite game.... snow ball fetch.  Well, the snow doesn't really make snow balls but we hurl chunks of icy now out on the tundra.  He runs after them, picks them up and they are usually gone by the time he "brings them back".  Its a joy to seem him run again, sniff the winter air, perk his ears up to the occasional sound of birds.