Slow

Poor old Monty is growing old.
He's a bit slow now, deliberately, I think.



Monty! Where are you?!



Hurry up, you old plonker!



Groan. Come on!



Don't look at me like that.



"But I don't want to go home, Dad."
Yeah, I know. You never want to leave the park. But it's dinner time.

Si the DogBlogger

Bad Hair Day

Daisy has just had a wash. She's all clean and fluffy.



We are at the park and it's a windy day. Look at that hair.



Ohhh, I've just washed my hair, and I can't do a thing with it.



Hmm, it could be time for a trim. Maybe just a little off the fringe.



Si the DogBlogger

Waiting for Dad

Fish and chips for dinner tonight.
We are feeling lazy and don't want to cook.

"Dad, go buy fish and chips please. We'll wait for you, by the front door."

"Me too. I'm waiting right by the door too."

Waiting, waiting.
"Where's Dad ? It's been at least five minutes."

"No Mum, he's still not back."


Si the DogBlogger

Roll

We love cruising around The Park.
We walk and scratch and sniff and roll.

Mmmm - that smells good. Possum pooh.



I'm going in - don't try to stop me.



Ooh yeah, that feels good.



Ah, the small joys of life.



Why does Dad always wash me when we get home ?

Si. The DogBlogger

Our Turf

I try to walk Daisy and Monty to Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy every day.
Today was a pleasant afternoon, so off we went and here we are.



This is Our Turf, so don't mess with us.



Whoa - Intruders.



Oy, you're on Our Turf dude. Push off.



Alright, we've shown our strength here Dad, let's move on.



Si the DogBlogger

Possum Tree

We're in the Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy for our daily walk.

This is the Possum Tree.



We always stop and have a sniff here.



When Daisy was younger and slimmer, she would fit right inside that hole.



Now she is too fat, and only her head will fit.



Monty can be a bit obsessive. He will sit there for hours if I let him.



Usually I have to clip their leads on and drag them away.
It's all just part of the fun.

Si the DogBlogger

Dust

My little girl loves rolling in the dirt.
Here is Daisy doing what she loves best.



It is hot and dry in Melbourne, Australia, at the moment.



There are lots of dust patches in The Park.



"Rolling in the dust is fun."



"Rolling in the dust cools me down."



"I never understand why my Dad doesn't love me after I roll in the dirt."



"Why does Dad always insist on a W.A.S.H after we have fun in The Park ?!"



Sigh... The DogBlogger