When I first came to Mommis, I iked to sleep under her bed. She thought that was cold and dirty, so she bought me a bed. I never much liked the bed. But now Monti thinks it’s his. Every day he takes his nap on my old bed, and while I sleep on the floor. Jerry and Jamie think Monti is their dog, but I happen to know Monti is our dog. He’s just always around. There he is on my bed, and look at him up on Mommis’ bed. He’s becoming a good friend of mine.