Snuffle and sniff.

'''Sniff sniff.''
''Snuffle snuffle.''
Ah, the fresh Melbourne winter air.
Si the Dogblogger

Stand clear

''Yay hooray it's walkies time. Stand clear and let me through. Time to run, roll, pee, poop, sniff and snuffle.''
Si the Dogblogger.

We have to 'wait' here.

We don't do much in the way of discipline, Monty and Daisy and I, but we do know WAIT !
What happens if we don't WAIT at Queens Parade, Daisy ?
''We get a tweak, Dad.'' *mumble mumble we don't like tweaks mumble mumble*
Si the Dogblogger

Snuggy Wuggy

It's Winter now in Melbourne town.
It's cold out there.
Mum makes sure that Monty and Daisy are all snug in their new coats before we go out for a walk.
Snuggy wuggy.
Si the Dogblogger.

No.2 stare

That's a Number 2 Stare from Miss Daisy-Mae.
She's just as capable as Monty at throwing out a penetrating gaze.
That one is a cross between ''I love you Dad'' and ''How about a bit of those meatballs please ?!''
Si the Dogblogger.

No. 3 stare

See that ? That's a Number 3 Stare.
It means I've just had MY supper and it was pretty good, all in all, but I'm still quiet interested in YOUR supper. Any chance ?
As opposed to the Number 1 Stare which cuts like a diamond tipped drill, when per chance I happen to eat MY supper before giving Monty his ! God forbid.
Si the Dogblogger

Posing by The Rotunda. Edinburgh Gardens

Hello readers.
We're out for our evening walk, but we've taken a detour to check out The Rotunda.
Righto you two, how about a nice pose ?!
''Righto Dad.''
''OK Dad, how's this ?''
Lovely. Click. Beautiful. Click.
Si the Dogblogger.