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I'm stoked. Reader Alex offered to do a portrait of Monty based on one of my favorite pics of him - and here's the final product. Cool, no?!

Now I just have to decide where to hang it...

Shameless plug alert: Alex does portrait commissions of both animals and people; if you're interested in her work you can get in touch via her website.

Thanks, Alex!

Monty contemplates whether to play with his new chew toy (courtesy of Aunt Amanda) or continue to rip up my new bedroom rug.

Since I'm a day late posting, I thought I'd up the "Aww" factor by putting up a picture from when he was wee pup with sad eyes and floppy ears. You can't resist him now!

Just got some pics back from vacation. As you can see, we buried Monty in the sand, and he actually seemed to love it. He stayed like that for a good five minutes until the humiliation of having us take pictures over and over was too much for him.

This is Monty on the ferry ride back from vacation. Clearly, he is a big fan of the wind. (Andrew, perhaps not so much.)

Monty strikes a serious pose on the beach. He is not amused.

I'm on semi-vacation for the next two weeks in Martha's Vineyard, MA and Monty is having the time of his life. Not only is he running around with cheesy bandannas on, he's also playing lots of frisbee and eating plenty of bugs. Good times.

I always knew he was a smart dog.

Back when Neidra rivaled Monty in size. Now, not so much.

Monty just loves to dig a hole. Can't you tell from his face?

Also, it seems I'm not the only person who Monday Monty blogs...

Monty is very serious indeed.

So I'm on my way to London (woo hoo!) for a couple of days - apologies ahead of time if posting is a bit slow. You'll be in good hands with the rest of the Feministing crew until I haul my ass back to New York. In the meantime, consider this an open pet thread. Talk your dogs/cats/fish, etc up in comments. See who has the cutest one.

Who is this "Monty" you speak of?

Hey folks, just a note to say that posting may be slow today. I have a flu/cold that's kicking my ass, despite all the Sudafed I'm forcing myself to take. (Any tips for getting better sooner would be much appreciated. I'm a garlic-clove-eating person myself, but it's not working.)

In the meantime, enjoy the picture above - a little something I like to call "shoe graveyard." It's what Andrew and I came home to on Monday night after a long dinner. Monty has never been much of a shoe-eating dog, but it seems he got it all out of his system at once. I had to say goodbye to some of my favorite shoes, but the cute-guilty look on Monty's face was almost worth it. Almost.

Look Ma, no balls! (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)

This weekend was super fun for Monty. Not only did he have quality cuddling time with me and the cat, he also had visitors. My friend Sara and her dog Sushi came over to hang out and to install my awesome new prints. So great weekend overall. How was yours?

Monty had a grand old time running around in Woodstock this weekend, playing with his brother. A big part of this playing was digging - nose first - in the mud. Though as you can see, he looks pretty pleased with himself.

The downside, of course, is that the boyfriend and I have found five ticks on him (not attached, just crawling). He's had a bath and brushing since we got back, but if anyone has any tick-advice, it would be much appreciated.

Monty is very annoyed with me, as I'm pretty much immobile on the couch with a pulled-out back. Luckily, the boyfriend has decided to stay home from work and take care of me - so Monty has a playmate after all.

Since my laptop is in the shop (terrifying, truly), I don't have access to my pictures. So please enjoy this blast from the Monty past.

I was traveling all last week, so here's a pic from a couple of weeks ago when Monty went to go visit his brother in Woodstock. Even when separated by a glass sliding door, they like to chill together.

Poor Monty. He had such a good time this weekend in Woodstock running around and digging in the muddy snow, just to get all sick before he came home. Puppy gas=Ohmygodthatstinks.

How was your weekend?

Monty had a bit of an adventure this weekend - he joined the boyfriend and me for brunch at a friend's place (thanks Tiloma and Jayant!). His strategy for excursions like this is to hide under any available table, couch or chair, preferably near people-feet. Then, like in the pic above, he gets tuckered out. Another "hiding from brunch" picture is after the jump...

Monty had a lot of extra love and attention this weekend since I knew I'd be gone for the week. This is the result: a totally blissed out puppy.

Most of you know how much Monty loves his pillow. Well, apparently he loved it a little too hard.

Monty and Neidra's favorite is sheet-changing time!

I swear, it's not what it looks like!

Monty was sorely missed while I was in Mexico, but before we left New York I was lucky enough to catch him loving up on Neidra. You can see the shame in his face, no?

This is my favorite Monty story yet. The boyfriend and I were running errands in our neighborhood this weekend, and we had Monty with us. While I was in the pharmacy (and pup and the boy were waiting outside) someone stopped in the street and asked Andrew if his dog's name was Monty. It turns out she recognized him from Feministing. Amazing.

So thank you, mystery Astoria-based Feministing reader. You gave us the best story ever. And we're going to take that recommendation and check out Crescent Lounge.

Monty looks very pleased with himself, despite the fact that his penchant for pen-chewing has meant the demise of my much-loved couch. (The first "adult" piece of furniture that I ever bought for myself. Sigh.)

Monty has figured out that if he hides under the blanket, his sneak cuddle attacks don't startle Neidra so much. And that was my weekend. Taking pictures of the animals and cleaning my apt. I'm so glamorous, I know. How was your weekend?

PS. Happy (belated) birthday, Dad!

Right before this was taken, Neidra was spooning Monty on the bed. As soon as I came in she got up with an ashamed look on her face. She's also taken to rubbing on Monty while hissing--it's her way of letting him know that she'll cuddle him, but she's not fucking happy about it.

I tried to upload this cool video of Monty and his brother playing, but I can't get the sound through. Ugh. So, I present you with an old school cutie picture of Monty that makes me wish he was a fluffy puppy again. Then I remember all of the in-house peeing and the nostalgia fades. Happy Monday, folks.

Monty was very happy to be home after spending a week in the country (Woodstock muddiness above), especially since he got to play with his bestest friend Phoebe the Pug. Check out their reunion after the jump. Also making a cameo after the jump is Teddy, who kept me company while I was in Santa Rosa over the holidays.

Mom...sweater off!

I'm so crazed in preparing for the holidays that I completely neglected my Monday Monty Blogging. My bad. Monty's Daddy has been very anti-clothing for the dog, but because it's been so frigging cold in NY recently...I won. Witness poor Monty's humiliation above and here. (I also kind of think that he looks like he's going through a werewolf transformation of some sort.)

My. Chair.

This weekend, me, Monty and Monty's Daddy spent some time having the sniffles, hanging out at home, and putting up our Christmas tree. (Of course, having the luck that I do, my vacuum cleaner gave out right as the pine needles on the floor hit critical mass.) As of late, Monty has spent a lot of time on my beloved white chair, hairing it up and looking perfect. The bastard.

By the way, be on the lookout for another (and perhaps last?) thermometer update this morning...we think you guys are gonna like it!

For some reason my damn audio doesn't translate when I upload videos to YouTube, but I thought sleepy Monty was damn cute--even without sound. Don't laugh, I'm desperately trying to catch him in a yawn. I swear I'm not nuts, it's literally the most heart-melting thing of all time. One day, Monty, one day.

Monty is all tired out from a long weekend in Woodstock, NY, as evidenced by his peculiar sleeping style. Unfortunately, because Monty was super excited all weekend, he managed to hurt himself--and me. He's all limpy from what I can only imagine was all the sprinting around in the woods (the vet will tell me more, hopefully), and I have just been informed that I'll be wearing a patch for the next week because of a dog claw to the eye I got during a little roughhousing. (Pirate feminism...could work, I suppose.)

And a little something extra: my father complained to me this weekend that not once in my Monday Monty Blogging have I mentioned Monty's brother Banjo. I got Banjo for my parents at the same time Monty came into my family. They are obsessed with each other and whenever they're together they're either wrestling, sleeping (on top of each other) or eating (out of the same bowl). Check the boys after the jump... (And Dad, no more bitching!)

Deep thoughts...by Monty.

The Neidra-Monty Peace Agreement of 2007.

I think Monty looks kinda drunk in this picture, which makes me laugh. But not as hard as I laughed when I saw the picture below the fold, in which he's giving me the "crazy eye."