Busy with our bones

They're funny old things, Monty and Daisy.
I gave them a chuck bone each before I went to work.
When I come home, I get a quick 'hello' at the door, then they race to their bones to chew them very industrously.
Funny old things, those two.
Si the Dogblogger

Waiting at the station

I met this lovely fellow at Southern Cross station, waiting for his Dad to come off a train.
This one's a scruffy haired Jack Russel, rescued from the Lost Dogs Home.
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New collars

''See ? We have new collars.
Dad bought us a new, bright collar each 'cos our old leather ones were looking a bit shabby.''

Daisy too

Daisy, are you ready for walkies too ?
''Sigh, yes Dad, as soon as you put that phone away. Sigh.''
OK, I can take a hint.

Put that phone away.

''Dad, it's good to have you back, but put that phone away and let's go for our walk, eh ?!''
Righto, Monty. Let's go.

Warm

Yay. Dad's home from holidays.
We can sneak up into his bed again.

Soup tonight

We're having brodo with pastini tonight.
Laura has cooked a bit extra for Monty and Daisy.
Monty, are you ready for dinner ? Silly question really.

Back from hols 2

Hello Monty. I'm back.
''Hello Dad. Can I have a scratch please ?''
OK, but you don't have to push me over.

Back from hols

Hello Daisy. I'm back from holidays.
''Hello Dad. Did you miss me ?!''
Yes Daisy.
I hope nonna looked after you well.

Monty really does like his new bed.

Monty loves his new bean bag.
It's hard to drag him out of it somedays.

You coming for a walk Mont ?

"If I must. I was having a snooze, Dad."

That's all for a week or two. I'm off on holidays and Mama is minding the kiddies.
See ya later.

Si the DogBlogger.

Monty and Daisy are sneaks.

It doesn't pay to be too nice to these hounds.

They sneak up into my bed when I'm at work and I come home to this !

Seriously, I will send them back to the Lost Dogs Home.

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Just another stroll in the park. Edinburgh Gardens

Nothing exciting today. Just another stroll in the park.
Monty has a roll.

I take a seat on the warm footpath.
Monty comes running for some attention ...

Daisy comes to sit by my feet ...

Monty sits right on top of me as usual, hoping for a rub and a scratch...

And it's just another lovely day in the park.
See you all tomorrow.

Si the DogBlogger.

Monty and Daisy go with their Dad

It doesn't matter where we go or what we do, as long as the kiddies are with their Dad.

Every time I go to the shops or collect a pizza, they come along for the ride.

"That's right. We have to go with our Dad."
"That's right. He might get lost without us. And there may be snacks too !"

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Daisy is all fluffy.

We are walking back home after going to the vet for a wash.
Daisy is all clean and fluffy.

"Hello Dad."

Hello my gorgeous clean girl ... with the attention span of a gnat ...

"Huh ? Did you say something ?"

Oh no, nothing. Give me a smile for the viewers, Daisy.
"Is this good, Dad ?"

Lovely Daisy.

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Monty loves his Dad.

Hello Monty.
"Hello Dad. Can I have a scratch please."

A scratch ?
"Yes please Dad."

Lovely Monty. Of course you can.

"Pretty please Dad ?"

Always for you Monty.

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Monty and Daisy hunting possums.

We were walking back from the vet after a wash, when Daisy decided to detour to the Possum Tree.

In you go Daisy. Get that possum.

"I'm trying Dad."

"I know I can get in there if I really try."

"Daisy, you're too fat, let me try."

"No Monty, I was here first."

Si the DogBlogger.