The Bear Cafe, Brunswick Street, Fitzroy - classic cheese toasty

We're at a vegan cafe this morning called The Bear Cafe, on Brunswick Street, Fitzroy. This of course means no bacon for Daisy-Mae.

Some toast, Mr Darcy?
"Yes please."

More toast ?
"Yes thank you. Very nice."

One more piece ? It's my last corner.
"Too kind."

*grumble grumble* "Dad, I can't believe there's not even a scrap of bacon or a tiny piece of sausage."
Afraid not Miss Daisy. Plain old toasted cheese.
*grumble grumble* "Let me order next time then..."

 Si the DogBlogger.

The Bear Cafe, Brunswick Street, Fitzroy - no bacon.

We've stopped at this nice little vegan cafe called The Bear, on Brunswick Street, Fitzroy.

"Dad, what's for breakfast ? Sausages ? Bacon ?"
No such luck, Daisy-Mae. This is a vegan cafe.

"You're joking, right ? No bacon for my breakfast ?"
Not joking.

*gulp* "But Dad, I shall starve then. I don't do vegan."
Poor Daisy-Mae, my fat little girl. No chance of you starving.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Breakfast for me, and a little for you too. Let's stop at Loafer Bread.

We're just back from the vet after Daisy's injection and it's time for a coffee, and a bombolone too.
I think we'll stop at Loafer Bread.


*sniff sniff* "What's that, Dad ?"

Oh, hello you two. It's my bombolone. Would you like a taste ?
"Yes please Dad."

Lovely girl.

Everybody is out today. Hello you lot.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic today. Synovan injection

Poor old Daisy needs a monthly injection for her arthritis. It keeps her moving.

Everybody in the car !

Poor Daisy-Mae. Time to be a pin cushion again.

Waiting for our turn...

Are you ready, Daisy ?
"Yes I guess so Dad."

She's had her jab. Poor girl. Are you OK Daisy-Mae ?
"It stings a bit Dad, but the nurse gave me some liver treats so I don't feel too bad."

Darcy had a liver treat too.

Si the DogBlogger.

Two bombolone and a coffee. Breakfast at Ici.

"Gosh Dad, what's that ? It looks good."
Mmmm, my breakfast. Two bombolone and a coffee.

"Wow. I better have a taste to make sure it's OK."
Really ? I'll think about that.

"Gee Dad. I better have a taste too, just in case..."
Sure thing Daisy-Mae. I think that's a very wise idea. A small taste...

 Si the DogBlogger.

Dad, don't leave me.

Bye bye Mr Darcy. I have to go to work now.
"No Dad. Don't leave me all alone."

Poor Mr Darcy. You be good and look after the house. I'll be home soon enough.

"Dad, I'm very sad that you're leaving me."

Poor boy. See you tonight.

Si the DogBlogger.

Poor Luigi has been murdered

Darcy Pender ! Come here. What is this ?

Poor Luigi has been murdered !

You've pulled all the stuffing out of him. Poor Luigi.

And this ? More evidence of your crime !

"Grrrrr. Give him here, Dad."

Noooooo, poor Luigi. He was your favorite toy.

"Mine Dad. Give him here. I haven't finished with him yet.

I guess I'll just have to sew the stuffing back into him, again.

 Si the DogBlogger.