Who are you and what have you done with my dog?

Montel grinning like a fool.

This weekend was Montel's first trip to Grandma's on his own. I was a little anxious to see how he and Davy would get along without the buffer of other dogs and to see how Montel would do left alone for a few hours while the grownups all went to church. I needn't have worried.

Montel has enjoyed being a single dog. The annoying traits he had before seemed to disappear with the other two. He doesn't bark. He doesn't pee on my bed. He doesn't eat food off the table when I'm not looking. He listens. Well, he listens as long as he's not distracted by something shiney. He's like me that way.

The weekend went amazingly well. Montel spent the weekend off his leash. Even when we walked past other people, other dogs, other children (Oh, how he HATES children.), and even food left on the ground. Montel walked right beside me the entire time. No wandering, no running off -- just right beside my leg as though suddenly a year after dog school he suddenly thought "I think I'll learn to heel today!"

It was weird and disconcerting. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.