Adrian Monk: [dog barking] Okay. Okay, he was on on the radio. Doing his show and the house was locked.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Locked and bolted from the inside.
Adrian Monk: The little window in the back was open but only eight inches.
Lieutenant Disher: Not big enough for a little person, which has already been established scientifically.
[Monk can't concentrate as the barking continues. He goes to look over the hedge into the next yard, where he sees the neighbor playing with his dog.]
Adrian Monk: Is that a loafer?
Natalie: Yeah, I think so.
Adrian Monk: A brown, Ramato loafer, size 101/2.
Lieutenant Disher: How do you know that?
Neighbor: Oh, uh, hello again. He's not bothering you, is he?
Adrian Monk: No, no. Just curious. Where did he get that shoe?
Neighbor: Oh, hell. It's not yours, is it? I am so sorry. He has a thing for shoes. I don't know where he got this shoe. He, just had it when I got back from our vacation.
Captain Stottlemeyer: You were on vacation?
Neighbor: Hawaii. We go every July.
Adrian Monk: Who was watching the dog?
Neighbor: Oh, you're not gonna believe it. I still can't believe it. Max Hudson. He just volunteered. I mean, you think a guy like that would have better things to do.