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| My Monkeymoo |
It was early October back in 2007, and I was mid-way through the Architecture thesis program when our first boy was born. He didn't quite fit even the smallest costumes we could find that halloween, but this one outfit we found was so very cozy that we got it for him anyway. It was so baggy and loose on him we thought he looked less like the dalmatian of the costumes intent, more like a cross between a monkey and a Holstein (I did grew up in Alberta). That was moment we came up his name and called him our little Monkeymoo. As soon as we did, I knew there was a story to accompany the name. I wrote down the basis of the story then and there, but it sat on a shelf and percolated in my subconscious for many years before I would have time to take it down and work on it.