Ben Hur

You OK there, Monty ?
"Yes fine thanks Dad. I was just thinking ..."

Thinking what ?
"Well, we should find a few more chariots like mine. Maybe put spikes on the wheels..."

Yessss ?
"We could re-enact that chariot scene from Ben Hur. Yee haa. Giddyup. Woo hoo. Now that would be fun."

"Dad ?"
Yes Daisy ?

"I think you better go easy on those drugs you're feeding Monty."

Si the Dogblogger

Annual Christmas Humiliation

Oh it's that joyous time of the year again when we humiliate our pets with reindeer ears, tinsel and baubles.
I'm pleased to say that this year is no exception. Come here you two !

"Dad ! Not funny. Let me out."
No complaining or I'll tie you to the front door with the Christmas wreath.

"Sigh, well at least it's only once a year."
Twice, Daisy-Mae. Don't forget the Easter ears too, hahaha.

Your turn now Monty.
"Yeah, his turn to be humiliated."

"Dad. I'm very sad. I feel like you're mocking me."
Monty, it's all attention. Make the most of it.

"Dad, I'd better get a scratch and a smooch after this !"
Lovely Monty. You can have all the hugs you want.

Well, that was fun. See you all tomorrow.

Si the Dogblogger

Lovely walk in the rain.

Alright there, Monty ?
"I guess so, Dad. The rain is refreshing."

My beautiful boy, you look a bit sad.
"Well I was thinking that a scratch might cheer me up, Dad."

Can do. How's this ?
*groans* "Ooh that's lovely."

And this ?
"Mmmm, very nice. I feel better now thanks Dad."


Si the Dogblogger

Roast chook and chips, hold the salad.

"Hello Dad. What did you buy us for dinner ?"
"Hello Dad. Did you buy us a snack ?"

Hello you two. We have roast chook and hot chippies for dinner. And salad too of course...
"Yay, roast chook."
"Yum, hot chippies."

Well, I guess I'll be eating the salad then.

Si the Dogblogger

Softly softly.

How're you doing there, Monty ?
Has that injection kicked in ?

"OK, Dad. Not too bad today."
Jolly good.

"In fact I think I'll try a roll. Maybe a slow roll, just gently..."
OK, well take it easy. Softly softly.

Si the Dogblogger.

Salad for supper.

We're off to the local supermarket to grab a few things for dinner.

"What are we having for supper, Dad ?"
Oh, just salad. Lettuce and tomatoes, that's all.

"Salad ? Woe is me. I'll starve."
"Lettuce ? Tomatoes ? You're joking us Dad !"
Not joking, but I'll add some corn and tuna and cheese just for you.

"Yum, corn and tuna and cheesy-bits !"

Si the Dogblogger

Bean bag.

Daisy, shove over and let Monty on the bean bag too.
"No, Dad."

What ?! Why not ?
"Because he keeps peeing everywhere, Dad."

Don't be mean. He can't help it, the poor old diabetic hound.

*snigger* "Well he's peeing on your rug."
What ?! No, Monty ! Stop peeing everywhere !

Si the Dogblogger