Wierd Pets II

I really need to write a bit more about our monkey, Pepe. I was only 7 or 8 years old when we had him, but some things are vivid in my memory.
My brothers were so excited that they wanted to start taming this little cutie right away. Step one: put a collar on him so they could take him out of the cage. Step two: re-think step one!
Dan and Dennis both put on 2 pair of leather gloves and reached into the cage with the collar. That little guy could scream! He also had 5 available weapons with which to do battle. He hung by his tail and fought with his 4 paws and teeth. It was quite a battle, but Dan and Dennis were supreme - the gloves were no longer usable, but that little guy had a collar on! Whew!
Our family finally got the trust of Pepe. Dennis used to put him on his chain, have Pepe sit on his shoulder and walk around the block. One day our neighbor came over to collect her daughter from playing. Dennis opened the door with Pepe on his shoulder. Mrs. Fischer took a step back, then was openly amazed by this cute little guy (Pepe - not Dennis). Then Pepe pooped down Dennis's back. Mrs. Fischer had a disgusted look on her face when she collected Mary Ellen.
Trust and bowel control are not necessarily inclusive.