Thursday, August 13, 2015

I've got a sore ear, Dad.

What's the matter, Daisy? You keep scratching at your ear.
"I've got a sore ear, Dad. Make it better please."

Show me ?! Oh yuck. We'd better go see the vet.

Poor Daisy-Mae has a badly infected ear. That means antibiotics, which Daisy doesn't mind because I always wrap them up in roast chicken for her to eat.

Poor girl. Dad will make it better.

Si the DogBlogger.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Tuck us in to bed.

"Dad, we're tired. I't's time for bed."
Yes I know, kiddies. I have to finish moving all this furniture up and down stairs.

"OK Dad. But we have to follow you up and down and up and down, and it's tiring."
Poor kiddies. You just sit there and supervise, I'm almost done.

Si the DogBlogger.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Guilty !

Why are you looking so guilty, Mr Darcy?
"Oh, no reason Dad. Nothing at all."

Oh no, poor squeaky monkey has been torn to bits! That was your favorite toy, too.

I guess we'll have to buy you another one.


Monday, August 3, 2015

Hold still for a picture !

We're out at Breakfast Thieves again for a coffee. We like coming here. The staff are nice and the food is good.

Hold still for a picture you two. Daisy, look at the camera !
"Dad, I don't want to."

You're a good boy, Mr Darcy. You have such lovely eyes.
"Yes Dad."

Let's zoom in a little on that. Lovely boy.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

No peace.

Who's that thumping on the door ?! I'm on the toilet.

"It's us Dad. We like being near you all the time."
Well shoo. Leave me in peace for five minutes.

 Si the DogBlogger.