Come outside and play.

You two, stop jumping on the couch and come outside and play.
"Who us? But we're inside dogs, Dad."

Well come outside and play. There's all sorts of fun things like dust and mud and beetles and fresh air and stuff.

"Sounds awful Dad. We'll take our chances inside thanks."

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Enjoying the sun.

We're just finishing off our renovation. The poor kiddies have been shut inside for a fair bit of it.

Are you two enjoying the sun out there ?
"Yes Dad. There's lots of dust and debris to roll in."

Oh jolly good. That must mean it's bath day soon !
"Not funny Dad. Don't joke."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Rolled in something nasty.... again...

Daisy is off to The Vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned.

As if to make life really difficult for me, she rolled in something really nasty on the way home. Ick, I couldn't even touch her without gagging.

So.... off to The Vet one day earlier to use their hydro tub.

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Dad's gorgeous boy.

Hello Mr Darcy, who's my gorgeous boy ?

"Me, Dad."

Lovely boy. Let me give you a scratch.

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Poor bucket head

Poor bucket head. Mr Darcy has been chewing on his front left foot. I'm not sure if it's nervous habit or a skin irritation.

Either way, it's off to The Vet for a prescription of antibiotics and cortisone cream, and a bucket for his head.

"Take it off, Dad. It's not fun. The joke is over."
Sorry kiddo, but your foot is covered in cortisone cream and you'll just lick it off.

Time for sleep, kiddies.
"How, Dad ? With this thing on my head ?"

Poor boy. Just for a day or two.

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Wet feet

We are finishing off our home renovation.

Are you coming out to take a look Mr Darcy ?
"But it's been raining, Dad. I might get wet feet."

You big sook. Come out and check out the new courtyard.
"I don't know, Dad. It looks very muddy out there."

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Looking for lights

We have taken a walk to the Abbotsford Convent for a coffee and cake and to look for lights at the potter, Porcelume.

You stay there, kiddies. We won't be long.

"Dad, I'm hungry. See if there's a treat in there for me."
Um, I don't think so Mr Darcy.
"You never know until you look, Dad. And I didn't see much of your bacon at breakfast either, just to let you know."
Ah, well it was only a small serve, you see...

Nice lights, though...

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Out from under my feet

"Dad, I'm bored"
Tough luck. We're working on the house and you have to stay there on your bed and watch.

"Can we go for a walk later ?"
Absolutely. Walk, coffee and cake, I think.

"OK then. I guess I'll just wait here."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Non specific errands

Come in kiddies, we have things to do.
"Sure thing, Dad. Let's go."

"Where are we going anyway, Dad?"
Does it matter ? Non-specific errands, things, stuff, bread, nails... that sort of thing.
"Oh, OK. Well let's go then. No time to waste."

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Tragic haircut

Poor Darcy. That haircut looks a bit tragic.
"Well you did it, Dad. Anyway, I feel much cooler thank you."

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Nice view up here

Oh, hello.
"Hello to you too. "

That looks like a good spot to watch the world go by.
"Oh yes. I have a lovely view up here."

Cheerio then.
"See you later."


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Wash day today at PETstock Clifton Hill

We are renovating at our house, so there is plaster dust and concrete dust and wood dust and dust dust...

Most of that dust if on Darcy and Daisy, so it's wash day today.
We are down at PETstock to use their hydro-bath.

Better !

Much better !

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Just stay there, you two.

You two sit there quietly. We are painting and sanding downstairs.
"Yes Dad."

You too, Mr Darcy. Chew on your stuffed bird for a while...
"OK Dad, will do."

"Can we go for a walk after that, Dad ?"
Yes of course, Daisy.

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Wait here. Wait there. Poor kiddies

Poor kiddies. Wait here while we eat.

Such good kiddies.

Wait there while we shop.

Poor things, always waiting outside.

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Helping Dad paint.

Hello Mr Darcy.
"Hello Dad. Do you want help painting ?"

Uh, no. Or I'll be cutting paint out of your hair again.

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Very comfy in Granddad's chair.

We are staying at my parents house for the night - just to get away from our renovations.

Comfy there, Mr Darcy ?
"Oh yes thanks Dad. Quite comfy thank you."

You know that that is Granddad's chair, don't you ?!

"Not any more."

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Supervising Dad paint

Hello you two, come to help again ?
"Yes Dad, we couldn't imagine you doing anything without us."

"You missed a spot, there on the left."

Yes thank you Mr Darcy. Very kind.
"Only too pleased to help, Dad."

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Ready for the floor to go down

Move along you two, you're in the way. We have to move everything.

"Wow Dad, it's all empty down here."
Yes Daisy, the floor boards go down tomorrow.

"Dad, with all this excitement, don't forget to feed us."
Poor Mr Darcy, I shall try to find some tucker for you.

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Ready to tear up the old floor.

Move yourself Mr Darcy, we're about to tear all that old floor up.
"But I'm helping you, Dad."

Well you can help me by moving out of the way !

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A smart jacket for Mr Darcy.

We took a day off from our renovations and went up the country to Heathcote.

We found a lovely new jacket for Mr Darcy. It's been very cold here in Melbourne.

You look very handsome, Mr D.
"Why thank you Dad. It's the latest thing, don't you know."

You look lovely in your jumper too, Daisy-Mae.
"And it's very snug too, Dad."

Lovely kiddies, all snug and warm now.

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Washing off the plaster dust, and concrete dust, and ....

We're renovating, and at the moment we are plastering and sanding.

Daisy and Darcy are covered in plaster dust and sawdust and concrete dust and other things too terrible to mention. So, in the tub with you two !
The hydro-bath at the Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic is such a wonderful thing.

"Dad, for once I agree with you. It's all a bit much."
Too right Mr Darcy.

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Our doors have arrived.

Hello kiddies, what do you think of our new doors ?
"Very nice Dad, but where is the dog door ?"

Dog door ? Um, I think I forgot to plan for that !
"Well Dad, you had better think of something."

Hmm, maybe you can go out through that low window in the powder room.
"Dad, Darcy is too fat. He'll never squeeze out through that window."

OK, then. Mr Darcy is on a diet. Haha.
"Dad, not fair."

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Moving rooms again. Back upstairs.

We are deep into our renovations.
We've been living in one room downstairs. Now it's time to go back up so that we can pull up the old floor boards.

OK kiddies. You're about the last thing. Upstairs with you and your beds.
"Yes Dad."
"OK Dad. I hope we'll have a bit more room. It was a bit of a squish down here.

 Si the DogBlogger.