Mutt guarding the BBQ

We were walking around in The Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy and it was school holidays.
There were families and barbecues everywhere.

This fellow was guarding his turf.

"Gidday Monty. Gidday Daisy."

"There's no scraps left. I've snuffled them all up already."

"Well, we will just check anyway..."

"Hmm, nothing. Not a crumb. Oh well..."

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Monty and Daisy and The Road Ahead.

Were will life take us ?

Where does the path lead.

We ask these questions of ourselves a lot.

Monty contemplates the road ahead. His philosophy ?

"Walk down that road with a good friend."

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Pile of dirt.

It doesn't take much to amuse us.
A pile of dirt will do nicely.

Daisy has a bit of a think about it all.

We check out the scene.

Monty races up for a look.

If all else fails, roll in it.

Hurray for piles of dirt.

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Special Guest. Gemma at Train Trak Winery.

Greetings once again. It was my wife's and my birthday the other day.
We met up with some friends and headed out to Train Trak Winery near Yarra Glen.
They have a sensational restaurant there called Zonzo. Check the links and see what I mean !

We were met by little Gemma who lives there.

Gidday Gemma. Nice view ?
"Lovely thanks."

"And the sun is warm. It's a fine day."

Righto then. Well, we're off for a snack.
There's our mate Chris, ripping into the antipasto and vino.

How about a little close up of that antipasto.

Little Gemma wandered over for some prosciutto and meatballs.
She's under that table when I took this picture.
That's all for now. We had a wonderful birthday. Thanks again to Chris too.

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Daisy schmoozing.

I had a late shift and a sleep in.
Monty and Daisy came trotting up the stairs to wake me up.
"Hello Dad. Can I sleep on the bed for a little while?"

Good morning Daisy-Mae. Yes of course you can.

"Sigh. I'm happy now, I'm with my Dad."

Yes well, don't give me that look. It's only because you've been washed recently.
"Sigh. Time for a snooze."

Comfy there, you big schmoozer ?
"Yes Dad. Kiss my nose."

Ack. Somehow, I don't think so. Go to sleep and let me sleep a bit more.

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Monty out for a walk with his sore foot. Part 9

The is the last installment of the tale of Monty out for a walk with his sore foot.
I find this video on my phone. Let's see if it works...



Well that looks OK to me.
Goodbye for now. Stand by for the next big adventure.

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Monty out for a walk with his sore foot. Part 8

The tale of Monty's walk with his sore foot continues, and is almost over.
We wander home, shuffling through the leaves.

That bag must be dragging a lot and annoying him, but he doesn't seem to mind.

You alright Monty? You look tired now.
"Yeah, I'm a bit tired Dad. But I'm OK."
He's such a brave boy.

Strolling home. Almost there.

"I might just stop for a quick rest."

To be continued...

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