Pulling that tooth out.

Poor Winnie has had this busted tooth ever since we rescued her.

It's been painful to her, so I decided to have it pulled out and have all her teeth checked.

We head back the the North Melbourne Lost Dogs Home, were the lovely staff yank out her poor busted tooth and check all her other teeth.

She's been a lot happier ever since, and much more playful.

Thank you to all the lovely staff at the Frank Samways Lost Dogs Home Vet Clinic.

Si

Stitches out today.

I'm taking Winnie to the vet at the Lost Dogs Home to take her stitches out and clip her nails and have her C3 injection.

Come on you two, in the car.

Good girl. 

Here we are at the Lost Dogs Home. Time for injections.

Stitches out and injection done and time to go home.

Si

End of day one with Winnie.

It's been a big day. Everybody into bed and go to sleep. I'm tired too. 

It's always traumatic going to the Lost Dogs Home.

Si

On the subject of Pet Rescue

On the subject of Pet Rescue...

We tried to adopt a few dogs through Pet Rescue Australia, and although we emailed off the lengthy applications and tried to chase up by email, we never heard a thing from them. We gave up.

In the couple of weeks of trying to adopt through Pet Rescue, I could have had 10 dogs from the other lost dogs homes such as Lort Smith or RSCPCA or North Melbourne.

I gave up on them, Pet Rescue. I found my new girl at North Melbourne and took her straight away.

Si the DogBlogger.

We've just rescued Winnie.

A momentous day today. We finally have a new addition to the family.

Meet Winnie. I've just rescued her from the Lost Dogs Home at North Melbourne.
That's her on the left, Mr Darcy on the right.

She's 9 years old and was found on the streets. Poor thing.

Here we are coming home in the car. Hello Mr Darcy. You have a new girlfriend.

Hello Winnie. She doesn't seem to mind the car.

We go straight to Petstock for a new collar.

 Si the DogBlogger.

April 8 is Mr Darcy's birthday.

April 8 is Mr Darcy's birthday.
We adopted him from the RSPCA on the  Peninsula on this day in 2012. He's the luckiest dog on Earth.

Tonight you have a special roast chicken dinner for your birthday, Mr Darcy.
"Don't give it to him, Dad, roast chicken is my favorite."

Don't be a greedy pig Daisy. Anyway, this is Mr Darcy's special treat, not yours.

A little taste for you...

And a little taste for you, birthday boy...
"Yum, thanks Dad."

Here's your birthday dinner, Mr Darcy.
"But what about me, Dad ?!"

Ah, nothing for you Daisy, this is Mr Darcy's birthday dinner.

*in major panic mode* "Dad, be serious. What do you mean no roast chicken for me ?!"

Here's you dinner too. As if I would let you starve, my little fat girl.

Happy Birthday Mr Darcy. Are you enjoying that ?
"Oh yes thank you Dad. Just lovely."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Chicken for dinner. Call me Dad.

Mr Darcy has only been with us for two weeks, but he is very much at home now.
We rescued him from the RSPCA on the Peninsula.

"I say. What's that Sir ? It sure smells good."
It's roast chicken for our dinner, Mr Darcy. Maybe it's about time you called me Dad.



"Yes Sir Dad. It's an honor."

After all Mr Darcy, I do walk you and comb you.
"True, true."

We have slept together in the same bed. Speaking of which, I think I have one of your fleas.
"Ah. Can I have that one back. I knew I was missing one."

I feed you yummy dinners, and roast chicken, and tasty morsels of cheese.
"Mmmm. Yes you do. I feel that I am growing fatter day by day."

And I kiss your snout when I leave for work...
"Yes Sir Dad. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Sorry about the tongue up your nose this morning.
That's OK. It probably needed a clean anyway. Just 'Dad', OK ?
"Very good. I shall call you Dad from now on."

Si the DogBlogger.

Taking the stitches out at Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic.

We're down at the Fitzroy Vet with Mr Darcy and Daisy.
Mr Darcy had just been neutered when we saved him from the RSPCA on the Peninsula.

This is your first visit here, boyo. Probably the first of many no doubt.
"Yes. It's very exciting."

Yes, silly thing. Anyway, it's time to take your stitches out.
Poor thing. No knackers now.

"Jolly good. It does itch, you know."

You're such a good boy. You're taking it very well.
"I say, there's lots of interesting creatures here, you know."

"Hey Dad, maybe they can put some brains in when they take those stitches out."
Daisy-Mae !

"Well he's a bit dopey, Dad."
Yeah, just a little bit, but he's young.

Si the DogBlogger.

Grooming Mr Darcy

This is Mr Darcy. We adopted him from the RSPCA on the Peninsula yesterday.

Mr Darcy, your hair is a mess ! It's full of matted knots and dreadlocks. You need a good comb.
"Yes Sir. Sorry about that."



I'll need a pair of scissors to cut these knots out ! I'll need the strong steel comb too.
"Rightio. See what you can do then."



And a wash too !
"Ah. Now that could be an issue, Sir."

Si the DogBlogger.

Introducing Mr Darcy. Clockwork Cafe for breakfast.

It's been a very traumatic few weeks, Dear Reader.
Poor old Monty passed away from old age and diabetes complications. He was a lovely boy and he had a good long life, certainly the best we could possibly give him.

Monty's passing has left a big hole in our lives, a hole that needed to be filled with fuzzy love and dog hair and empty bellies needing feeding and long walks in the park.

So. Meet Mr Darcy.
Here we are on the way back from being rescued.
We think he's part Shih Tzu and part Terrier.



We found him at the RSPCA Lost Dogs Home, under the name of 'Puddles', but we didn't like that name and it wasn't nearly noble enough. 'Mr Darcy' it will be from now on.



Daisy seems to be taking it well. I hope she'll like having a companion again.

It's been an emotional morning and a long drive and we're all hungry.
Let's stop for breakfast at Clockwork Cafe.
"Did someone say breakfast ?"


Some toast and egg, Mr Darcy ?
"Oooh, yes please."

Some more then ?
"Yes please. Very kind of you."

"I'm quite partial to a little hot buttered toast too, if you don't mind."

Well I can see you'll fit right in then, Mr Darcy.
"And a scratch on the noggin too please."

A scratch ? Can do.
Stay tuned for more of our adventures with Daisy-Mae and Mr Darcy.
It's a whole new chapter...

Si the DogBlogger.
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P.S. He's settling in well at home. He's had a big supper and his belly is full.
Daisy and Mr Darcy are snoozing, back to back on their bed. So far, so good.

Not Prudence. Maybe 'Puddles'.

Well now Dear Reader, we missed out on Prudence from the North Melbourne Lost Dogs Home. She was a lovely, sad faced Pug, but someone beat us to her.

This is Puddles who is down at the RSPCA shelter on the peninsula.

Laura and Mama went down this morning to check him out. They say that he looks like a lovely boy.
So, we'll all head down tomorrow and see how we go for an adoption.
Stay tuned...

Si the Dogblogger

Wash, ready for Prudence.

In the tub, Daisy-Mae. We may be picking up Prudence from the Lost Dogs Home today.
"Dad, noooooo."

Oh yes. We need to make a good impression.
"But Dad, I'll have no street cred'."
Tough luck. If we can bring her home, then you can work on it together.

There ! That's better. No more possum smell, or mud, or snot, or...
"Yes Dad. You've made your point."

"Anyway, I don't want any competition Dad. I though I was your favorite girl."

You are Daisy-Mae, but you came from there too, remember, and look at the lovely life you have now. Even though I do make you eat your vegetables...
Si the Dogblogger
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PS. Prudence was a gorgeous, sad Pug, sitting all alone and unloved at the North Melbourne Lost Dogs Home. However she was adopted by someone else, so I hope she found a good home.

Dogs are for Life. Not just for Christmas

Now, we do love to make make fun of Monty and Daisy, and stick silly ears on them for Christmas ...



...but we do love them to bits and cherish them forever.

Georgia Little Pea reminds us, on this wonderful blog littledogsonlongleashes, that dogs are a member of the family, forever and always.

If you or the kiddies want a dog for Christmas, DON'T buy one from a breeder, rescue some poor mutt from the Lost Dogs Home.

Scroll down for the links to Lort Smith or Pet Rescue and save some poor hound for Christmas if you live in Melbourne, Australia.

Google search in your area and find your local pound or lost dogs home.
Just think of all the happiness you could bring.

Si the DogBlogger.