The full Monty
My sister, Angie, rang me and said she and her husband were going away for the weekend and could I come and stay in the house while they were away. There had been break-ins in the neighbourhood and they were worried. Also they needed someone to look after their dog, Monty. I was still living at home so I said yes. It was a chance to at least be on my own, if only for a weekend. I packed a few things and arrived at the house Friday evening. They were ready to leave so a few last minute instructions and they departed. I had bought some take-away and sat down to eat. Monty was outside in the backyard. He was a handsome dog. I wasn’t even sure what breed he was. I just knew …