how I'm feeling about monty

Monty.... Monty, monty... He's a sweetheart. His cuddles are so amazing that alone makes life worth living.

When I first collected monty from the adoption centre and met him for the very first time, I had a huge sense he was on his best behaviour (looking much bigger than the photo!). I had been warned he was a problem dog, extensively, but I had decided to take the gamble because... I suppose it's hard to explain.

But I just knew it from his eyeballs, deep hurt means a deep soul. Hiding from the camera means shy... And misunderstood. I saw in him a great potential for a permanent companion, I resolved to raise him (he was just a puppy) and take him everywhere.

When I picked him up from the table they had put him on, everyone seemed surprised! But he just melted in my arms so I carried him all the way to the car.

Early on he was so nervous and easily frightened I had to sit down and explain everything! "this is your bowl", "this grass is ok to wee on", i even demonstrated how to use a dog bed! It's always been very intense with monty. He must really want to be my pet but I suspect he comes from a wild dog family.

So his diligence, patience and obedience have been amazing. He's super intelligent and I tried to socialise him to the max such that his reactivity, a certain ferocity, would be manageable when he got older. 

He was really himself with me (kind, patient, understanding and a generous spirit) and the big from across the road. They were really good friends.