Poor old Monty cut his foot or had a grass seed in it. It swelled up and went all red. Poor Monty. We went to the Fitzroy Vet to see Simone and she put a poultice on it.
This is Simmone and Anu. They were very good to Monty. Poor Monty.
Here is poor Monty with his bandage on. Monty, are you coming for a walk ?
“Dad, it feels funny. I don’t think I can walk very well”
Come on you two. It’s time to go for breakfast.
“But Dad, it feels funny.”
Monty stop whinging.
“But Dad, it feels funny. Don’t wanna go.”
Well suit yourself, but Daisy and I are going for bacon.
“Bacon ? Wait for me.”
“Come on Monty. Dad’s got bacon.”
“But I can’t walk.”
“Suit yourself. I’m going for bacon. You wait there like a big lump”
“But I can’t walk. Dadddddddd. I can’t walk.”
Yes you can. You’re just a big sook.
Si the DogBlogger