Grooming Mr Darcy's whiskers

Mr Darcy, come here. What is that growing on your forehead ?! It looks like a rhino horn.
"Yes Dad, and it makes me cross-eyed looking at it."

Hmm, I had better trim your face.

Haha, look at you.
"Dad, don't mock me."

Right then. Haircut coming up. I'll trim your eyes and mouth and that horn.

Looking better...
"Thank you, Dad. I can see now."

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Trimming Mr Darcy's fur-balls

Mr Darcy is part Maltese and his fur is like wool. It mats and clumps, especially between his rear legs and under his armpits. I have to trim him fairly frequently.

Hold Still !
"But Dad, it tickles. And I don't trust you with those scissors, not right there anyway ! "

Don't be a such a chicken. I'll be careful. Now stretch out and don't move !
"OK Dad, holding very still... just be careful."

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You'd be lost without me... and coffee

Come on Daisy, we're off on an errand.
"Of course, Dad."

"Ready, Dad. I'm strapped in."
Good girl.

"Where are we off to, Dad ?"
A most important errand... to buy me some coffee.
"Oh, very good. I shall assist you, as always."

See ? Coffee !

"It smells good."

*yawn* "In fact I'm just about ready for a cuppa myself, Dad."
Is that so ?

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Pizza. Yay.

Come on Darcy, jump in the car. We're off to hunt up some supper.
"Yum. Count me in."

"What are we hunting for, Dad ?"
Pizza !
"Pizza? Yay. You have my full attention."

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Afternoon stroll - then racing home for supper

We're off for an evening stroll in the Darling Gardens.
This is always a bit tricky when it's close to Daisy's supper time.

"La la la. What a lovely evening."

*rumblerumble* "Hmmm, I'm hungry now. That was my belly. Are you ready for dinner Darcy ?"
"Always, race you to the car."

"Come on Dad. Hurry ! We're hungry now."
Not much choice then is there, Daisy-Mae ?

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Shopping for you and for me

Darcy is such a good boy. He comes with me everywhere.

"What did you buy, Dad ?"
Kangaroo for your dinner...
"Yum. Thanks."

And snacks for me to take to work.... Yum !
"I'll just have a little taste then, shall I ?"
Ah..... no.

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Poor Daisy-Mae. Injection today.

Poor little Daisy-Mae is growing old now. She has a monthly Synovan injection to keep her joints working.

"Dad. I don't want an injection, it hurts."
Be brave my little girl, and the nurse will give you a liver treat.

"Ah well, a liver treat eh ? OK then. "
 Very brave.

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Wash day today - you stink

You two stink and it's time for a wash. I think we might just head down to the PETstock in Clifton Hill and use their hydro-bath.

"Nooooo Dad. Let us out."
Um, no...

"Dad, let us out !"
No way, you both stink.

"Dad, we don't want a wash. We like being stinky."
Poor things, but you see... Dad doesn't love you when you're stinky, so in the tub you go !

Are you ready ?!

...and it's all over now. Nice clean doggies, at least for a short while. Dad loves you again now.

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Helping Dad dig.

We're finishing off the landscaping at our house. Mick and I are digging out the dirt to put down some concrete and tiles.

Oh hello Mr Darcy.
"Hello Dad. I'm here to supervise."

Supervise ? Oh, very good.
"Yes Dad. You know you'd be lost without me."

Yes of course.
"Speaking of which, you missed a bit over there... and move that shovel a bit faster will you."
Yes sir.

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Off to Eltham to visit my parents - part two, kangaroos.

We're at my parents house in Eltham to help Dad with his computer. The kiddies are having a great time running around.

"Follow me Daisy, I smell kangaroos."

"They're around here somewhere..."

"This way ! Quick !"

"I'm coming..wait for me."

There they are. Alright you two, no chasing kangaroos. Back inside the house !

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Off to Eltham to visit my parents - part one.

Come on kiddies, jump in the car.
"Where are we off to Dad ?"

Off to Eltham to visit my parents. I have to check Dad's computer.
"Yay, that means space to run and things to sniff."

"So much space to run and so much to chase and so much to sniff..."

"Over here Darcy, I smell kangaroos!"

"Me too, I smell it too!"

"Maybe over here..."

"No, over here..."

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Our new bed is very nice.

We went to Ikea today for a few things - a table, a few hooks and a new bed for the dogs.
Mr Darcy has helped me build our new table, then had a smack for tearing Daisy's new bed to pieces.

"We're tired now Dad. It's been a big day."
Poor kiddies, you have a nap.

"Our new bed is very nice Dad, thank you."
You're welcome Daisy-Mae.

"...and I promise not to tear any more bits off it, Dad."
Yes... I should hope so too Mr Darcy !

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So much for that new bed ...

We've just been to Ikea and found a nice new lambs wool bed for Daisy.

"Um... Dad..."
Yes Daisy ?

"Dad... look at what Darcy is doing to my new bed..."

Oh no ! Mr Darcy, did you pull all this wool out ?!
"Ah... maybe..."

You're a naughty boy. I only just bought that. It's all very well to tear up your own toys, but not Daisy's new bed.
"Whoops, sorry about that."
Naughty boy! Don't do it again!

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