Call the RSPCA.

"Dad ! What is this ?! I can't eat this !"
And why not Daisy-Mae ?

"Dad ! It has veggies in it. I can't eat veggies. My god, that looks like a pea."
Poor girl.

"Pass me that phone, Dad."
This one ?

"Yes. Hit fast dial 5. That's the RSPCA."
Cruelty to Animals ? As if. You're the best looked after little girl in the world. Now eat !

"Just for you Dad. Mmmm, hey this is good. Herbs, spice, chilli..."
Damn right. I've never heard such noise.

*Nom nom nom* "Yum."

Si the Dogblogger

Nix on the veggies, Dad.

"Dad. I'm starving. My bowl is empty."
Poor thing.

*grrrowwllll* "Hear that ? That's my empty tummy."

Well, your supper is cooking. See, meat and veggies, a few herbs and a little chilli.
"Yum. But nix on the veggies, Dad. I don't do veggies."

Oh yes you do. Brown rice too !

"No no no Dad. That's for Monty 'cos he has diabetes. I eat meat, roast chicken preferably."
Is that so, Daisy-Mae ? Guess again.

Si the Dogblogger

Are we gorgeous together ?

"Are we gorgeous together, Dad ?"
Yes, DaisyMae. Totally.

*sniffsniff* But you could do with wash. You smell like old possum, and your hair is full of mud and snot.

"But Dad, I thought you loved me for my inner being."
Sigh, yes, but I just love you more when you're clean.

Si the Dogblogger

It's in the contract.

What are you doing here, Daisy-Mae ?
"You said I could sneak up into your bed if I was clean, Dad."

Ahh, did I then ?
"Yes you did, and you gave me a wash yesterday so I'm all clean now."

Is that so ?

"Yes Dad, so I'm allowed in bed, it's in the contract. So there !"
Si the Dogblogger

Waiting patiently...

Dad ?
Oh, hello Daisy.

Um, any chance of a little bit of that bacon please, Dad ?
Yes of course, Daisy. I'm sorry.

You're such a good girl. You wait so patiently for your Dad...

Si the Dogblogger

The wind's changed.

Monty, where are you off to in such a hurry ?
"Picnic, Dad. I smell sausages."

"Whoops, lost it. The wind's changed."
Turn right Monty.

"It's no good Dad. I need to smell it."
Poor blind boy.

"Maybe this way ... " *sniff sniff*

"Or this way ?" *sniff sniff*

"Ah well. Pick random direction and try again." *sigh*
Si the Dogblogger

Supplies. Suprise !

Monty ! I have a present for you !

"Gosh Dad. What is it ?"
Inuslin ! Suprise !

"Dad, I'm speechless. You shouldn't have."
Yes, I know. I bought some more needles too. See ?

"Wow. For me ?"
Oh yes. Some urine glocose test strips too.

"Gosh Dad, I'm overwhelmed."
Well, you're my special boy, Monty. Nothing's to good for you.
Si the Dogblogger