When Monkey was just a few weeks old, I was trying to figure out what to call her - Wanton Wench was a bit of a mouthful. I thought and thought and came up with no ideas. Reed walked into the kitchen and I asked him for suggestions. In a very offhand manner he said "Monkey, of course." I asked "why would you call her that?" He replied: "You never heard of a Monkey Wench?" and the name stuck. She was very much like her mother, although with better angulation and upper arm. And she passed her style and lovely temperament on to her daughter Blues. She was bred only once and produced only 2 puppies. Both became champions.