Supper ?

We're just talking a walk around the small block near the Queen's Parade shops.

"Dad. Wait for me."
Poor old Monty.

"Dad, my feet hurt."
Well I'm not going to carry you.

"Dad. Can you carry me please ?"
No way, you fat lump.

"Dad. I'm pooped."
Well rest for a minute then.

"Dad, I don't think I can walk any more."
Well you have to walk back to the car so we can go home for supper.

"Supper ? Gosh, I'm hungry. Let's get going. What's the hold up ?!"

Come on then, and I'll make you a hot dinner.

Si the DogBlogger.

Not a fast business.

Sigh, walking old Monty takes a lot of patience.

It's not a fast business.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm. I think I need to pee here."
Monty, hurry up.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, ooh, someone's dropped some crumbs over here."
Monty ! Hurry up !

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, I think I'll just take a drink from Zac's water bowl."
Monty. Hurry up will ya ?!

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, now I need to pee again."
Monty. Hurry up !

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, I bet there's a bit of pizza crust dropped over here."
Montyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Hurry up !

Si the DogBlogger.

Happy Easter from me too.

Say Happy Easter to everybody, Monty.
*grumble grumble bah humbug*

What was that, Monty ?
"I said happy Easter to all my admirers, is what I said."

Yes, that's what I though you said.
Right then. Let's continue our stroll and the go so if there's any leftovers.

Si the Dogblogger

Happy Easter everybody.

Daisy, come and say happy Easter to all your readers.
"Happy Easter everybody."

Daisy ! Show me your nose ! What have you been doing ?!
"I just buried that Easter treat you gave me, of course. The garden's all nice and muddy too."

Sigh. Well, you're not getting another one. Let me wipe your face. Sigh.

Si the Dogblogger

All fluffy now.

I had to give Daisy a wash a few days ago, when she rolled in possum poop.

Now she's all fluffy and clean.

Check out that fringe !
It reaches right past her nose.

Si the Dogblogger

Evening stroll.

Winter's here. Daylight saving time has finished. It's dark by 6 pm.
All our strolls will be evening strolls.
Roll on next summer.

Si the Dogblogger

It was only a little bit of poop.

Ick ! Daisy you stink !
In the tub you go.

"But Dad ! It was only a little bit of possum poop."
Si the Dogblogger