Monday, February 28, 2011

Salty Seadogs Revisited. 2. Port Melbourne Beach

''Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...la la la. Where are you Daisy ?''
''Here. Let's go paddle.''
''I'll test the water. Mmmm, it's lovely in.''
''Oooh yes. Very refreshing.''
Having fun you two ?
To be continued ....
Si the Dogblogger

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Salty Seadogs revisited. Port Melbourne Beach

I'm sick of work and offices. Let's go to The Beach, kiddies.
''Yay ! The Beach. Are we there yet ?''
Haha, no.
''Are we there yet ?''
Not yet.
''We're there. Yay. The Beach.''
''Dad, I'm going for a paddle.''
Take care kiddies. Watch out for jellyfishus.
"Hello."
"Hello yourself."
Si the Dogblogger

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Daisy's fringe.

Come here, Daisy. I want to play with your fringe.
''Yes Dad.''
Let me tease it up. Hahaha. I love doing that.
''Thank you, Dad.''
Oh, you're welcome. I'm sure.''
There, all better now.
Si the Dogblogger

Friday, February 25, 2011

The usual.

I'm home kiddies. Where shall we go ?
''The usual places, Dad. I want to roll in the grass.''
''Same as yesterday, Dad. I need to sniff the breezes.''
Righto then. The usual. Coming up.

Si the Dogblogger

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Man Power pin up

Zzzzz ''Soak it up ladies. Here's your stud of the month.'' zzzzzz

Haha, Monty's toes are twitching, he must be dreaming of chasing bunnies.

Si the Dogblogger

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Yay, Dad's home.

Hello kiddies. Did you miss me ?!
''Yay. Dad's home. Time for a scratch, a stroll, a sniff, a peepee, a poop, a snack. Hello Dad''
"Snacks Dad, Don't forget the snack."
Si the Dogblogger

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

No, there's no more food.

''Dad. I'm starving.''

Monty ! You've just had a huge hot dinner, a little cheese, and some of my toast.
You're 10.6 kilos !
You're a fat barrel .... and there's no more food for you tonight !

''*Sigh*, I'll just sit here and fade away to nothing then.''

Si the Dogblogger

Monday, February 21, 2011

A slow easy walk.

We're out of bread, and it's toast and leftovers for supper tonight.
Come on you two. Let's take a slow, easy walk to the shops.
''Yes Dad.''
Lovely Daisy.
''Coming Dad. But not too fast.''
No problems, Monty. We'll take a slow walk.

Si the Dogblogger

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Vegies. With bacon.

Hello Monty.
''Hello Dad. What are you cooking ?''
Just vegies.
''Gag. Vegies ?! But Dad, I can smell bacon.''
Maybe there's bacon.
''And Dad, I can smell sausages !''
Maybe sausages too.
''So, massively overcooked vegies with sausages and bacon ? Am I right, Dad ?''
Yes Monty. You may be blind and deaf but that nose still works.
''No no, Dad. It's just that you always cook that.''
''Um. Can we have a taste ?''
Of course, Daisy. You always get a taste, you know that.
Si the Dogblogger

Very very last of the Christmas Ham

Well, I've hacked off as much as I can from that Christmas ham.
We're had ham sandwiches, it's gone in the soup, and they kiddies have had little bits in their supper.
All that's left is that old bone.

"It's very tasty, Dad."

Daisy gets first chew on it, then I'll give it to Monty for a while.
Monty has to make do with a chuck bone for now.
"That's OK, Dad. This is a fine bone anyway."

That will keep them busy for a while.

Si the Dogblogger

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Feeling guilty.

I'm feeling very guilty.
Laura and I have had a day off today, and we've been to the beach without the kiddies.
Every dog on a string has made me feel terribly guilty.


We've raced home to make sure Monty hasn't died of starvation, which he indicates could happen at any time soon.... and I've taken the kiddies up to Big Square Park for an evening stroll.


It's a lovely evening for a walk and a sniff.

Si the Dogblogger

Friday, February 18, 2011

This is the life. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

It's my day off today, so I've taken the kiddies out for breakfast and a walk in the park.
''This is the life, Dad. Bacon, toast, and a walk in the park.''
Too right, Monty.

Si the Dogblogger

You did order bacon, didn't you ?!

''Um, Dad, we're just checking, you understand. You did order extra bacon, didn't you ?!''
Yes Monty. Yes Daisy. You won't die of starvation just yet.
''No no. That's fine. We were just checking.''
Si the Dogblogger

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Fuzz Therapy

''Hello Dad. Scratch please.''
Sure thing, Daisy. My little treasure.
''Hello Dad. Attention please.''
No worries, Monty. My lovely boy.
Fuzz therapy, it cures all ills.

Si the Dogblogger

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I hope you all remembered....

I hope you all remembered Valentine's Day ?

If not, you can borrow these. Better late than never.

Si the DogBlogger.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Just down to the corner and back.

''Just to the corner Dad, that's all I think today.''

Yes Monty. Poor old thing.
''My feet are a bit sore today, so you may have to carry me home, Dad.''

No problem Mont. I'll massage your toes on the way.

Si the DogBlogger

Monday, February 14, 2011

Little angel waiting for Dad.

Laura took this pic and sent it to me.
There's my little angel, waiting for her Dad.

Si the DogBlogger

Sunday, February 13, 2011

A little damp, sheltering in The Rotunda. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill,

Quick kiddies, let's shelter from the rain in The Rotunda.

Alright Daisy-Mae ?
"A bit damp Dad, but it's nice to be out."

Well your hair is a mess.

OK Monty ?
"Fine thanks Dad, but I'm a bit hungry."

Hungry ?! How unusual.

I'm hungry too. Let's go for fish and chips.
You're both wet and stinky, so I'll dry you off in the car. Come on.....

Si the DogBlogger.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

We can smell it on the breeze.

We're there kiddies. The Park.
"We know, Dad. We can smell it in the air."



Smell what, Daisy-Mae ?
"Possum poop, Dad."
Oh. Lovely. Well that's something to look forward to.


"I can smell it too, Dad."
Jolly good, Monty.

Si the DogBlogger

Friday, February 11, 2011

The steel comb

We're off to the park for our daily walk, scratch, roll, sniff, groom, etc.
Do you want the steel comb today Monty ?
"Ooh yes please Dad."
Right. Let's comb all your fleas out.
"I don't have fleas, Dad.
No, but you're filthy as usual.
"Not there Dad ! That tickles !"
Haha, yes, but your little legs twitching is about all the exercise you get these days.

Daisy looks lovely. She's been combed already.
Lovely girl. That's all for today.
Si the DogBlogger

Thursday, February 10, 2011

New brush. Very nice.

I bought a new brush for you, kiddies.
"Me first, Dad."
Yes, Daisy.
"It's nice, Dad. Brush my head please. Mmmmm."
Yes, let me brush all the dags out.
Do you want a turn, Monty ?
"Yes please Dad."
"Ohhh. That's nice,Dad."
That's all for now.
Si the DogBlogger