Day four of Monty's new chariot.

Poor old Monty is 15 and very slow to walk anywhere.

We're trying out his new chariot. This is day four.
"Less talking more pushing, Dad."

Yes sir. Are you alright in there ?
"Fine. It beats walking !"

"Ah. We're here. The park seems a lot closer to home than I remembered."

"Thanks for pushing me, Dad. Time for a little rest."

Yes, let's take a break.
Then we'll race around the park and exercise Daisy.

Si the DogBlogger.

Day three of Monty's new chariot.

This is day three of testing out Monty's new chariot.
Poor old Monty is fifteen now and doesn't like to walk too much.

"Phew. My feet hurt now."


"Dad. I need a rest."
Do you want to ride in your chariot ?

"Hmm, no. I just need a nap. That's all."

If you need a rest or a nap, you're going in your chariot.

"Cool. Let's go. Push me Dad."

Si the DogBlogger.

Helping Dad cook.

Monty, if you're going to help me cook, I'll fetch your blankie.
"Thanks Dad. I'll sit here and taste anything that needs tasting."

"So, what are we cooking, Dad."
Oh, the usual massively overcooked veggies.

"Veggies, right."
Mmmm, and some Korean barbecue steak.
"Ah. Oh. I'll taste that for you if you like."

Sure. For now, taste these carrots.

*crunch crunch*
"Mmm, the carrots are sweet and crisp."

Si the DogBlogger.

Day two of Monty's new chariot. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

This is day two of testing out Monty's new chariot.
Alright there, Monty ?
"Yes Dad. Let's go."

"Dad. Time for me to walk again."
Righto.

"Dad. Time for another ride please."
OK, in you go.

"Beep beep. Out of the way everybody."

Si the Dogblogger

Monty on his new wheels ! Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

My mother runs an Op Shop. She rang me up to say she'd found an old pram for Monty.
Check it out. This is our test run.

What do you think, Monty ?
"Um. Not sure, Dad."

"Watch out Daisy or I'll run you over."
"Can I have a go too ?"

"No. This is my chariot. Get your own."

Come on you two. We'll go for a test drive.
"Righto Dad."
"Give me a push then, Dad ! Yeehaa."

Si the Dogblogger

Daisy and the kittens.

Last time I took Monty to the vet for a needle we saw these poor kittens up for adoption.
Daisy was not amused and wouldn't stop growling at the poor kitties.



I should have adopted them and taken them home.
Little sharp claws and little sharp teeth would teach Daisy a lesson !

Si the DogBlogger.

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

Tea to my sister.

"Where are we off to today, Dad ?"
To the post office. I have to send this tea to my sister Jen, for her birthday.

See ?! It's called Licorice Legs tea.
"Yum."

And we have return this video, Despicable Me.
"Yes,Dad. That one was fun."

Life is just full of adventures.
Si the Dogblogger

Big furry lump. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

"Dad. Look at this big fluffy thing."
Yes Monty. It's big. It's fluffy.

"Whoa, look at this big fluffy lump, Dad."
Yes Daisy. That's a big fluffy lump alright.

"Do you think I'll grow up to be that big ?"
Only if you eat your veggies, Daisy.
"Veggies ?!"
Yes, veggies !

"Well then, I'll think I'll stay petite then."
Si the Dogblogger

Hunting beetles. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

Hmm hmm hmm. I'm hunting beetles. *scratch scratch scratch*

You watch out, Daisy-Mae.
Last time you found one it bit your nose.

*sniggersnigger*
And that's enough sniggering from you, Monty. I've heard you squeal when an ant bit your toes.
Si the Dogblogger

Still nothing. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

What are you two up to ?
"Nothing, Dad."

What are you doing now, kiddies ?
"Still nothing, Dad."

"Should we be doing something, Dad ?"
Yes ! You're meant to be running around exercising ! Lazy lumps.
Si the Dogblogger

Autumn sun. Darling Gardens Clifton Hill

"Ah, that sun is nice."

Soak it up while you can, Monty. Winter is on the way.

Si the Dogblogger

Back by popular demand.

Here he is ladies, back by popular. Monty at his finest.

Are you right there, Monty ?!
"Yes, Dad. I love my beanbag."

Si the Dogblogger

Grumble grumble.

*grumble grumble* my feet hurt.
*grumble grumble* my back aches.
*grumble grumble* I'm hungry.

What's that, Monty ?
*grumble grumble* nothing, Dad.

Si the Dogblogger