Poor old Monty is growing old.
He's a bit slow now, deliberately, I think.
Monty! Where are you?!
Hurry up, you old plonker!
Groan. Come on!
Don't look at me like that.
"But I don't want to go home, Dad."
Yeah, I know. You never want to leave the park. But it's dinner time.
Si the DogBlogger