Sunday, December 16, 2012

Ready now. Snack please.

Good morning everybody.
Hello Daisy.
"Hello Dad."



Hello Darcy.
"Good morning Sir Dad."



What? Why are you staring at me.
"Snacks, Dad. We're ready for snacks."
OK Daisy.



"Yes Sir Dad. Ready now. Now please. Hungry."
Yes well, you're always hungry, Mr Darcy. I'll find you a snack. Maybe pizza crust...

Si the Dogblogger.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Pie Thief revisited. This time with panettone.

Mmmmm, we have panettone for breakfast over Christmas.



However, I have just come home to find THIS ! Panettone all over the floor and someone fleeing the scene of the crime.



Mr Darcy ! Pie Thief ! You come here right now ! See the Pie Thief post for that story.
"Um, yes Dad."



Did you steal my panettone ?
"What, me Dad ?! Whatever makes you think that ?"



Well, this mess all over the floor for starters, and you fleeing the scene of the crime, and you stink of panettone ! That's what.
"Um, maybe."
Maybe ?!



"But it smells so good, Dad."
Yes it does rather.
"And it tasted delicious too ! "



Yes, it is, er, was, a rather nice panettone. But that's a confession right there. Bad dog !
"Yes Dad. I promise to never do it again until next time."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Prickle on your face.

Come here, Daisy Mae, what's that on your face ?
"Nothing, Dad."



It's a prickle. Hold still while I pull it out.
"No Dad. You'll pull my whiskers."



Tough luck. I'm not having you walk around with a prickle in your whiskers.
"Ouch. Oohh. It hurts, Dad. Ow. Owowow. "



Poor chicken. Serve you right for rolling in nasty things.

Si the Dogblogger.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Lovely roll in the grass. Edinburgh Gardens Fitzroy.

Ahhh, there's a cool breeze blowing on this hot day.
Let's take a stroll in the park, kiddies .

"It's glorious Dad. I'm gonna have a roll."



Knock yourself out Daisy.
"La la la."



"Scratch my tum ."
"Hum  hum hummm. "



"Let's all sing a lovely rolling song.
Join in in the chorus, Dad."



The chorus being? Maybe 'wash my bum? '. At least it rhymes, sort of...

Si the Dogblogger.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Mr Darcy's toy box. Blue Ted.

We're still pulling all the toys out of Mr Darcy's toy box.

(I'll put them all away later, and he'll pull them all out, slowly, one by one. He'll show them to Daisy and try to make her play with him, then he'll dance around the house with each one in his mouth. It's very funny to watch.)

This one is Blue Ted.



We sleep with Blue Ted to keep the bad dreams away.
"That's right Dad. Blue Ted keeps me safe at night."



Blue Ted is definitely the favorite toy. Ick, he's due for a wash too.


"Maybe later Dad. I'd better have a play with him, now that he's out."
OK, well I'll get Mum top wash him later. Here you go.


"Thanks Dad. Come and play with me, Daisy. Let's go race around the living room."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Mr Darcy's toy box. The Rope.

Here's another toy from Mr Darcy's toy box.
This one is The Rope


"Rarrr. Pull harder Dad ! Rarrrrr ! "
I'm pulling, I'm pulling.


*shake shake shake* 
At least you can't destroy this toy, Mr Darcy.
"Make a bet ?"


The Rope used to be the legs in Pink Flamingo, but they were ripped from its body in just a few short days.


Darcy will run around the house with The Rope in his mouth for hours on end.
Funny boy.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Mr Darcy's toy box. Pink Flamingo

We're looking in Mr Darcy's toy box again.
This poor thing is Pink Flamingo.



*snatch*
Darcy ! Give him back !


"Grrr. No chance. I'm still trying to pull that other wing off."
Mr Darcy has already pulled all the stuffing out of him three or four times, you see.


Poor thing. Hollow and empty and bereft of stuffing.
No legs either. Darcy has pulled the rope legs out altogether.


Shall we stuff him again, Mr D ?
"Sure Dad. That will keep me busy for half a day, pulling it all out again."
Hmm, maybe I won't bother then.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Mr Darcy's toy box. Little Ted.

This is Mr Darcy's toy box.
We found out that had loved playing with toys when we took him to Doodlebug Pet Friendly Holiday House
Ever since then we buy him a new toy to play with, now and then.



This one is Little Ted.
Poor Little Ted used to sit on top of my computer until Laura gave him to Mr Darcy to play with.



"Mine Dad. Give him to me !"
 Be patient.



You be nice to poor Little Ted.
*nod nod* "Yes of course Dad. Gimme."


Here you go. Grab an arm.
*grrrrrrr*


"Yay. Little Ted ! Chase me, Dad. Throw him for me ! Let's play. Rarrrr. "

 Si the DogBlogger.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Victim of a tragic haircut.

It's going to be another hot Summer here in Melbourne.

I have dug out the dog clippers and given Daisy her first haircut.
I feel a bit bad that I have cut her fringe off too. Show me, Daisy ...


"Yes Dad. But at least I feel cooler."


Let me look side on. Hmmm, well at least it's growing back already.
"Yes Dad. But at least I can see now."


And the rest of you looks like a plague victim. Maybe a W.A.S.H. would help.
"Go easy there, Dad ! Anyway I like it now when you pat me. It's all nice and prickly."


Poor chicken. At least your mustache still looks fine.


 Si the DogBlogger.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Coffee and cake at Cavallini Cafe, Fitzroy.

I'm out with Johnny H for coffee and cake. Wait there you two, while we order.
"Yes Dad."



"Toast for me please, Dad."
"Toast?  We'll see."



Good kiddies. There's quiche coming, with carrot cake to follow.



"Yum, quiche."
"Yum, cake."
Yes Daisy, yes Mr Darcy. You shall have some crumbs.

Si the Dogblogger.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Not talking to you.

Hello Mr Darcy, I'm home.



"I'm not talking to you, Dad." 
Why not, Mr D ?



"Because you left me all alone and went to work and I was very sad."
Poor thing. Let's go for a walk and have a smooch and maybe have a snack too. Then you'll feel better.



"OK Dad. But maybe you can take me to work tomorrow? "
Maybe.

Si the Dogblogger.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

La pasta.

Ahhh, a lovely bowl of pasta and a glass of wine.


"I'm hungry, Dad."
Poor Mr Darcy. Here, try a taste of my pasta.


"Mmmm, yum. Very tasty."
Another piece?



"Thank you, I don't mind if I do."
Lovely boy. Here's some more.



"Very nice, thank you."



Last piece, there's none left now.



"Very kind, I'm sure. "
Maybe dessert now...

Si the Dogblogger.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Hurry home, Dad.

Bye bye my beautiful boy. I'll see you later.
"Don't go, Dad. I'll be very sad."


Poor boy. You be good and mind the house.
"Take me with you, Dad, and we can play all day."



I wish that I could. It would be fun to take you to work. Bye bye Mr Darcy.

Si the Dogblogger.