Monte

Hi there folks!! Thank you for coming to visit with us, take time to browse around and if you see anything you like, uhh just whistle, I’ll come running. Sooo thank you for shopping at Kids In Fur Coats, I’ll just be right over…. there. Take your time.
Woof, Woof, Woof!! Sorry, I forgot, every time I hear a whistle I have this irresistible urge to bark. I’ll work on that, so if you need anything else perhaps you could just say “Excuse me Monte, I need help.” That might work a little better.

Mollee

Gosh Monte…ur pesterin them, let them shop and leeve them uhlone. Mom sed we cood talk uhbout us. Her job iz the blankets…hi peeps, this iz Mollee….I have stile, I have flare, thats why they call, me…… MOLLEE!!


Monte

Let me properly introduce ourselves, I am Monte, a Maltese of exquisite beauty (in a totally manly way) with fur as white as the morning snow, eyes that are more soulful than a James Brown tune, a butt that is just so cute it needs to be in pictures, and yes, little old ladies have been known to pinch these adorable cheeks as I swagger by…but I digress, I am a humble dog.


This ragamuffin to my left is Mollee, she is also an enchanting little Maltese. However, I feel the need to let you know that her spelling is horrible, so I shall try to control the keyboard, occasionally she is able to muscle her way in so hopefully if you can sound her words out, some of it will make sense. This little scamp hasn’t reached her first birthday, so I’ll cut her some slack. I’ll be tutoring her on Mondays and Fridays, so I am confident in the future she will master the English language as I have. My little protege so to speak.
Uh-Oh….My friends, I apologize, my keen ears have just detected the sounds of approaching trouble, I need to investigate this nuisance…………

BRB……………..

Okay, mission accomplished; I had to hide Mommy’s remote while Mollee distracted her (we’re good that way). I was right about the approaching trouble……grrrrr….Caesar, otherwise known as the Dog Whisperer…I have something I would like to whisper in his SHOE…grrrr…woof, he gets my fur up.

I realize that he may work miracles with every dog he comes into contact with, but come on folks, do they really need to show like fifteen episodes a day?? Do you even know how hard it is to keep our Mommy’s attention that long and I’m running out of hiding spots for that pesky remote. We have our Mom trained the way we like it; he does not need to come in and ruin my hard work. I think I might chew up the cable bill….that way no more Caesar. Brilliant….actually…… I shall have Mollee do it. My little minion so to speak.

So this has been nice, I hope that we can get acquainted over time, I shall write often, I do love to type…wears down my nails some. I will even let Mollee write, even though her spelling is abominable….maybe we can make fun of her behind her back???? Good-bye, Adios, Ciao, Arrivaderci, Hasta la vista. Lights out.

Yours Truly,
Monte

…oh yeah, and Mollee

P.S. MONTE ETES KAT POOP…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, thats why they call…….me Mollee!

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