Monkey Goes For a Fun Ride on the Back of a Dog

Okay, so you just gotta hear what happened to me last week.

Imagine this: There we were, my brother and I, just getting back from a long walk in the park with our humans, when I felt as though there was something touching my back.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t like anyone touching my tail. My human’s nephew used to like doing that when he came to visit. Always holding onto my back. Trying to catch my tail.

So, when I felt something on my back, I zipped my head around to look.

Guess what I saw?!

A tiny, furry thing clinging to my back!

I think they call it a monkey. That’s what it was. At least, I think so. Where did it come from? I thought maybe I should go and ask my human. She is very clever and knows a lot.

Then I felt that the monkey thing had moved along my back. I was glad that it wasn’t at my tail anymore. What was it doing, though? It felt as though it was clinging on with all four arms. Or legs. Or arms and legs. I don’t know what a monkey thing has.

With a dog, it’s easy. A dog has four legs. A puppy can’t hold onto anyone. A puppy runs around on all fours on the ground.

I looked for my human, but I couldn’t find her. In the meantime, the monkey thing was now riding along on my back like a jockey or something. I have seen jockeys on tv. They ride horses. They don’t cling to their horses with all their arms and legs like this monkey thing was doing.

Part of me was sort of enjoying having something that obviously liked me enough to cling to me. Part of me was still annoyed that it just stayed.

“What’s that on your back?” my brother asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I think it’s called a monkey?”

My brother looked really closely at it. “Hmmm,” he said. “It’s a little, furry baby thing. It looks a little like our human’s baby.”

That made me even more curious.

“It’s looking at me,” my brother said. “What do you think it thinks of us?”

“I don’t think it’s scared, “ I said. “Or it would run away and not stay here.”

I thought about it. “Maybe it’s not so bad that it’s here,” I said. “Perhaps he just needs a friend.”