My turn now.

"Yay. Beep beep. Out of the way everybody."

Sit quietly, Daisy.
"Dad, can I drive now ? Puhleaseeee ?!"

No way. Sit still.

"Aww. You never let me drive..."

Si the Dogblogger

Five minutes ago...

"Dad. Are you sure you fed me five minutes ago ?!"
Yes Monty, quite sure.

"Well, I'm still a bit hungry, is all."
Gosh. How unusual.

Si the Dogblogger

Heater

Are you two comfy there ?

"Yes Dad, but turn the heater up and drag our bed a bit closer please."

Can do. That better ?
"Lovely thanks, Dad."

Si the Dogblogger

Winter sun for two. Edinburgh Gardens Fitzroy

"Ahh. Winter sun."

"Save some for me, Monty."

"Yes Daisy. You can share my sun."

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Dog maintenance.

If you're a dog owner, you'll know what I mean - dog maintenance.

Monty had an eye operation to remove a lump.
There's a few eyelashes growing inwards from the scar now, scratching on the eyeball.

Let's see if I can pluck out those annoying eyelashes. Hold still Monty.
"Be careful, Dad. Don't poke my eye."

Alright. That worked.
Your eye is also a bit gunky with conjunctivitis. I'll wash it with a bit of salt water.
"Thank you Dad."

Daisy ! Your turn.
Daisy suffers from her long hair around her gob going into her mouth. Ick.
"Be careful Dad. Don't cut me !"

No problem Daisy. These things are safe.
There ! That's better. No more hair in your mouth.

"Mmph. Thanff Dadff. Now leth go my nothe."
Whoops, sorry.

Si the DogBlogger.

Test for gmail fix.

Testing for gmail fix. Yawn. Something's gone wrong.

Si the Dogblogger

(I guess I fixed it. Couldn't post before.)

Snot face.

Sigh, this is why Daisy is usually called 'Snot Face'. She's always covered in dirt or snot or leaves or something nasty she's rolled in.

"Do you still love me, Dad ?"
Yes of course Daisy, my little treasure.

Si the Dogblogger