Silly Black Labrador- part 1

We met this Silly Black Labrador in The Park.
He was a beautiful boy with a glossy coat.

He was young and full of energy and he just wanted to play.

Monty goes in for the attack.
Daisy just stands back and barks. Silly chicken.

"Bark bark bark"
"Watch out Monty"

Monty has him down now.
Daisy is still barking. What a noise.

This story is to be continued.

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Special Guest - Pugsley

Monty and Daisy and I were having pizza in Mayors Park in Clifton Hill the other night.
It's been hot here, and it was a cool evening.

Pugsley was out for a stroll with Graham and Andrew.

Pugsley is 15 years old and she has 3 teeth left. Poor thing.
Do you want some bacon, Pugsley ?

"Mmmm, yes please."

"Mmm, that was nice."

"Can I have some more please ?"

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Daisy shows us how to ROLL again.

"Apparently there was some confusion yesterday about Rolling."
I'll be happy to show you again."

"Start like this. Drop one shoulder."

"Then get right down..."

"Then wriggle like this. That's the way..."

"Good. Good. Now shuffle..."

"You're doing well."
"Now finish off like this. Good."

"Well done."

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Daisy shows us how to ROLL.

"Hello everyone. Today's lesson is on rolling."

"You start like this. It's important to start correctly."

"Then you sort of do this..."

"Then you twist a bit and do ... this..."

"Next you sort of shuffle a bit..."

"See ?"
"Easy really. Just practice a bit."

"Thanks for watching."

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Ground Level. Part 2.

If you visit our park, you'd better watch out.

Here's Daisy, guarding her turf.

Grrrr.
Here's Monty and Daisy keeping an eye on things.

It's tough down here at our level.
'Scuse me a second.

That's better.
Right then . Don't mess with me on my turf.

Thousand yard stare.

We've got the low down.

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Ground level. Part 1.

Here's the low down, people.

Here's what you see at our level.

Here's what it looks like when we guard our turf.

Just come and see me, I've got all the news.

Too right.

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Waiting at the front door.

Here we are waiting at the front door.

"Dad, can we go walkies ?"

"Come on Dad. Hurry up."

Poor Monty.

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