Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas. It's Christmas time, even for doggies.
Never forget just how important family is.

New red bed.

Monty and Daisy tend to be a bit rough on their beds.
They're always scratching them up and breaking the stitches and dragging stinky bones inside.
So I chucked out the old beds and bought some new ones.

First up, a bean bag for dogs. It has reinforced stitching (I hope).
Monty likes it. Daisy doesn't.
Sigh, I guess I had better find her a new one. She's still sleeping on the old one - but tomorrow it goes in the bin.

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Clean Monty. Dirty puddles.

Sigh, if it's not one thing, it's another.

I've just washed Monty because he has been rolling in the mud.
Then we go out for a walk after the rain and just look at him ! All clean and fuzzy, and straight into a puddle. Yuk.

Is that nice Monty ?
"Yes Dad. It's a hot day and the footpath is hot."

"Hey Dad, there's another puddle over there. Let's go look."
Sigh, OK. But you may be in for another B.A.T.H. when we get home.

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Daisy in her pizza box.

We had pizza again the other night.
We all like pizza. I give bits of bacon to the kiddies.
Monty and Daisy get to lick up all the crumbs in the box afterward too.

Was that good kiddies ?
"Yes Dad.
"Yes thanks Dad."

Daisy checks to make sure that there are no bits of bacon left in the corners.

Was that nice Daisy ?
"Ohh yes thanks Dad. Any more ?"

No, it's all gone.
"Oh well. I'll just have a rest now."

Poor Daisy, eating pizza is very exhausting.

That's all for today. See ya.

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Daisy too

''Me too, Dad. I'm a mighty hunter too.
Daisy of The Serengeti, they call me.''
Yes of course you are, Daisy.
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Monty. Mighty hunter. Rushall Crescent Gardens

We are up on Grass Hill, a little park planted with native grasses - it's called the Rushall Crescent Gardens.
Monty and Daisy like this spot. They hunt for lizards and other big game.
It keeps them amused for hours.
Then I spend hours picking the grass seeds out of them. Sigh.

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Zacs is closed !

The horror. We arrive at Zacs to buy some snacks, but Zacs is closed.

Monty is having great difficulty coming to terms with this. He's headbutting the door.
Meanwhile Daisy is looking for the water bowl that is always outside.
"Daddddddd, I'm thirsty."

Monty is still staring in through the door, hoping against all hope that someone will open it and let him and give him a liver treat.
Meanwhile Daisy stares up and down the street looking for Kate or Brit.

Sorry kiddies. Looks like no snacks for you today.
You'll have to have dry biscuits at home.
"Dad, that's not funny ! Where is everybody ?! Why won't they let us in ???"

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Monty and Jinx next door.

This beautiful boy is Jinx who lives next door.

Monty and Jinx like to fight through the fence.

They howl and cry and carry on.

Are you two finished yet ? What a noise !

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Jinx who lives next door.

What a schnozz. Hello Jinx. How's things ?

"Good thanks. Can Monty come out to play ?"

Hang on and I will check... Monty ! come outside and play with Jinx.
Wait a minute....

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Daisy and Gus

This is poor, little Gus.
He came running up looking for a friend to play with...

Trouble is, he ran into Daisy. Make no mistake, she's a right bitch at times.

Look at her. Standing over poor little Gus.

Daisy, you're mean. Leave him alone.
"But Dad, he needs to be taught a lesson. I'm the boss around these parts !"

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Daisy's top knot.

I was waiting for my pizza to cook and I was playing with Daisy's top knot.
This bad haircut is the end result of being run over by a car.

The wounds have healed and the shaved head is growing back.
But it has left her with this wonderful top knot.

It's fun to play with. I twirl it round and round in my fingers.

Lovely Daisy... but you do look silly with that haircut.
"Don't be mean to me Dad."
Not mean, Daisy. I love you to bits.

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With Teddy

"I'm not going ANYWHERE without my Teddy."

"And Teddy's not going anywhere without me either."

We met this fellow up on Queens Parade, outside Cavallini.
Lovely fellow.

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With Monkey

"This is my Monkey.
There are many monkeys like him.
But this Monkey is mine."

That's Jinx. He lives next door.
Lovely boy.

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Pizza on dusk.

We're up in Mayors Park, Clifton Hill.

Hmm, even I think that some of these posts are starting to look a bit the same !
Still, we do a lot of the same thing, day after day.
Walk. Go for pizza. Isn't that right kiddies ?
"Yes Dad."
"Yes, and now let's get into this pizza Dad."

Oh, would you two like a taste would you ?!

Some for Monty.

Some for Daisy.

"Dad, Daisy is getting more than me !"

No she isn't. You're just a pig.

"Ohhh. Daisy missed a crumb ! That's mine then !"
Not a problem. We will do it all again tomorrow anyway. :)

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Monty snoozing.

Here's a lovely picture of Monty.
I found him snoozing on the front step.

Gorgeous boy.

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Bored. Time for a walk.

"Dad, we're bored."
"Yeah Dad, can we go for a walk ?"

OK then kiddies, let's go check out The Alley.

"Hey Dad, check out this ! I think a cat lives in here."

"Let me look"
"Stop pushing. Dad, Monty is pushing me !"

"Am not."
"Are too."

Come on you two lumps. Stop mucking about and let's get on with this walk.

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(Note that this is pre-accident - Daisy still has her fringe).

Special Guests - Milly

Look ! It's a little Monty.
Actually, she is called Milly. What a darling.

Monty and Milly get acquainted.

What a cutie. I want to take her home.

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First hot day of summer Video three. Ick !!

This is the next video, and worst by far !
I have to say I laugh out loud every time I look at this one.

Ick!
Now scroll back a few days to when Daisy ran under a truck. That was this very afternoon !
So she went into the vet stinking and covered in mud. I hadn't even had a chance to wash her.
She stunk out my car and she stunk out the vets, and she stunk out our house for days until I could give her a sponge bath.

As soon as all her wounds had healed well enough, into the tub she went !

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