Wednesday, January 19, 2011

My Grandma

I am a very lucky doggie that I have such a good family. Even though I'm my owner's dog, I really became the family dog because I spend so much time with them. My grandma and grandpa, Christopher and Elaine, The Other Guy and even my Uncle Johnny who, when I visited and sat by the refrigerator, would always give me a piece of cheese.


But my grandma is special. When my owner is away she takes care of me like a baby. She lets me lay on her lap when she reads the New York Times every night, makes sure I get special treats, walks me every morning and night when I stay with her and makes sure I always have a good view out the window.
Thank you grandma.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Our Favorite Neighbor


This is Bill. He lives across the street from my grandparents and one of the nicest men we ever met. He always greets me with a big "MONTY!" so it's always nice to see him. When my owner travels I stay with my grandparents. One time it happened that my owner had to travel for work and my grandparents were going out of town on vacation. Thank God for Bill. He took good care of me. He walked me and fed me and played with me - it was like I had a mini vacation, too!
Thank you Bill!

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Best Friends a New York City Doggie Could Have...


Jamil is our head doorman at home. I don't think people outside city living can understand how important a relationship is with your doormen. They are your friends, sounding board, security guards, partners in crime and sometimes confidants. 


This was Jamil watching me last year. From the looks of it, I was probably trying to get away with something.



This is Hector. He always gives me and the other dogs in the building treats. He is kind and helpful and everyone loves him.



Brian is another favorite. He always asks how I'm doing. Brian works nights and is always in a good mood!




Justin helps me with my wheelchair arriving and leaving the building. He has a crazy sneaker collection. We talk with him a lot, too.

We have the best doormen in the city. It would be hard to imagine New York life without them. They are our eyes and ears of the neighborhood - they give us the daily gossip, call us when a parking spot opens up out front, save us treats when the bakery drops off extras and all-around take care of us.


A big THANK YOU to the doormen!!


Sunday, January 16, 2011

My Pal Lola


Lola lives in my building on the floor below me. Isn't she a looker! She usually doesn't give me the time of day...maybe that's why I have a crush on her. *sigh*

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Porter House Gift

Tonight my owner and The Other Guy went downtown to have dinner. On their way back they stopped at the Time Warner Center up the block at one of their favorite restaurants, Porter House.



You're probably thinking the same thing I did - why would they stop at a steakhouse after dinner?


This is David. He works at Porter House. He met my owner and The Other Guy to give me a wrapped gift!


A BIG FAT BONE! From Porter House! For me!

YUM

YUM

YUMMY!!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Monty Art


Throughout our apartment is a lot of art - paintings, prints, photos, etc. - and looking around I seem to make my way into a few of them. The one above was a Warhol-like gift from my owner's brother and is in the bedroom.

Groovy Monty!



This watercolor is in the hallway. It's a picture of my owner walking off the Ponte Vecchio by a local artist she got on her visit to Italy. I didn't make the trip but take a look at the lower left hand corner...

Ciao Monty!




This is our photo wall. And me, right in the middle!



This painting is our favorite one. It was a gift last Christmas from The Other Guy by one of my owner's favorite British artists, Ollie Lett. It's a scene of us taking a walk in our neighborhood, Columbus Circle. Again, I point you to the lower left hand corner...

Wassup Monty!


Test Results

A few weeks ago I posted about sending my blood sample for DNA testing to the University of Missouri. Well, we got the results today...




It pretty much confirms what we already knew; I tested positive for the mutated gene for degenerative myelopathy. I feel a little better now because even though I accepted my diagnosis of DM, you could never be 100% sure. But now we have tests results and are 100% sure.