Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Ready for breakfast.

We're out for our morning walk and it's time for breakfast.
What do you two want?

"Bacon and bagels!"
"Me too!"
Hmmm, me too. Bagels and bacon it will be then.


Sunday, December 20, 2015

You're leaving us again!

Bye bye kiddies. I have to go to work again.
"Not again?!"
Sorry kiddies. I'll be racing home to see you.

"Dad, I'm sulking."
Poor Darcy. I'll be home as soon as I can.


Saturday, December 19, 2015


Are you two ready for a walk.
"A walk?"

Yes, a walk...
"Yes Dad. Now! Ready!"


Friday, December 18, 2015

Hurry home, Dad.

Bye bye kiddies. I have to go to work now. Be good .
"Bye Dad. Hurry home."


Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Shak burger.

We're out on our afternoon walk, and I'm hungry!
I think we'll walk across the park to the Seafood Shak.
There's my hamburger, and I've bought two pieces of grilled butter fish for the kiddies

Some fish for you...

Some for you...

Last piece...

All gone.

It's a good life for rescued dogs in our house.


Monday, December 7, 2015

Winnie snuggled on the couch.

My wife sent me this picture while I was at work.
She was snuggling up on the coach with our new rescued dog, Winnie.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

No privacy.

I've just come home from my morning shift. Darcy and Winnie are waiting for me as usual.
Go away you two. Can't I even poop in peace?!

"It's OK Dad. We can wait. It's time for our afternoon walk, after all."


Saturday, December 5, 2015

New squeaky toy.

My mother found a few old dog toys for the kiddies.
Mr Darcy loves his new squeaky toy. It's great fun.

This is my greeting at the front door after work.
** squeak squeak squeak **

** squeak squeak squeak **


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Carry me up the stairs, Dad.

I've just finished a late shift and Winnie has been sleeping by my feet downstairs.
Now it's time for bed.
"Carry me up the stairs Dad. I'm tired."

Yes of course. Poor girl.


Sunday, November 29, 2015

Waiting for cheese.

We're at Loafer Bread for breakfast again, sharing a ham and cheese baguette.

"More cheese please, Dad."
Yes my girl. Coming up.


Good morning, Dad.

"Wake up, Dad. It's time for a walk."

Hello Winnie. Groan, OK. Give me a minute.


Saturday, November 28, 2015

End of another big day.

We've had a big day out.
Now it's time for a nap before dinner.


Bacon for breakfast.

We're down at the Tin Pot cafe for breakfast this morning.
I like a toasted bagel with a double serve of bacon please.

Here we go... Bacon for you...

And bacon for you...


Trying to put my shoes on.

This is my morning routine with my new rescued dog Winnie.
I'm trying to put my shoes on, but Winnie is nipping playfully at my fingers, pulling my socks out of my hands, and slithering like an eel around my feet.

It's very funny and it's something I look forward to because I know it will make me laugh.

Ow, don't bite my toes !


Friday, November 27, 2015

Greeting dad after a late shift.

I've just come home from my late shift. Winnie has come down the stairs to greet me.
Hello girl.

"Hello Dad. Carry me back up to bed now."
OK. Come on then you big lump.


Thursday, November 26, 2015

Winnie helping her Dad in the garden.

Winnie is helping me in the garden. Hello my girl.
"Hello Dad."

Nice of you to help there, Winnie.
"No problem, Dad. Just don't step on my toes again."
Well you do get under my feet.

Mr Darcy is enjoying the sun.


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Loafer Bread.

We're sitting outside Loafer Bread, sharing a BLT sandwich for breakfast. They make the most divine bread here, and wonderful pastries.


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Everywhere with their Dad.

Lovely kiddies. They come everywhere with their Dad.
Hello Mr Darcy. Hello Winnie.

"Hello Dad. We're minding the car for you."


Stitches out today.

I'm taking Winnie to the vet at the Lost Dogs Home to take her stitches out and clip her nails and have her C3 injection.

Come on you two, in the car.

Good girl. 

Here we are at the Lost Dogs Home. Time for injections.

Stitches out and injection done and time to go home.