17/08/2026
Monty has a new fan club here in Napier. The kind that light up if he's in class. Who stop to scratch his head even when he's kind of ignoring them by napping. Who let him steal their bean bag. Who ask after him, and are definitely not so happy when he's not in class.
But what is he like to live with?
Right now he's snuggled in beside me on the couch. He cuddles, follows me from room to room, sits by the heater suggestively should it not be on. He also finds his favourite patches of sun - in Winter the front porch in the morning if I'm home, the back porch on 'his' couch. He takes his time out to be, Monty.
And as for w.a.l.k.s, no you can't mention that word without recognizing it is a contract with responsibilities and a time frame of immediate movement towards being ready. Monty is, most definitely, allowed to be a dog.
Sniffs.
Ball chasing.
Tug of war.
Treasure hunts.
Is he woo?
Okay, let's go there.
He will tell me when spirit is around.
He will question energy.
He will sit with people who need him on a level they might not be able to voice.
He is a beautifully sensitive soul who has travelled with me before.
And he chose.
Oh my goodness, he chose.
The first night, at 16 months old, he napped through 3 yoga classes.
He's on his third yoga teacher training.
And I am so, so blessed by his quirky, cute presence. ❤️🐾