I smell possums.

"Dad! I can smell possums!"

Yes I know. They're everywhere in the park and you come to this tree every day. Use up some energy and bark at them for a bit.

Throwing out my old clothes.

It's time to throw out some of my old clothes. Come and help me, kiddies

"Yes Dad. If it's serious, I'd better bring Squeaky Monkey along."
Very good, Mr Darcy.

"I'll be style council, Dad."
Thank you, Daisy-Mae.

"No, no, no, keep that one, no, yes ....."

"Ack ! Dad ! That's hideous. Throw it out. I can't even look..."

"Dad, that's even worse. I'm not looking any more. Throw it all out."

Thank you, Daisy, for that judgement on my taste in clothes.

"Your taste in dogs is a lot better, Dad."


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Mr Darcy has a new toy. Squeaky Monkey

We were all down at 'PetStock' buying supplies.
Mr Darcy helped himself to a new toy, so I just had to buy it for him.

"Thanks for my new toy, Dad" *squeak squeak*
You're welcome, Mr D.

"I like my squeaky monkey... I'm trying to pull this arm off... see ?"
*squeak squeak*

Don't you tear it to bits just yet ! That was expensive.
*squeak squeak*

"No chance Dad, I'll being chewing on my new toy for a long time yet."
*squeak squeak*

 *squeak squeak*

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Barking at the postie.

We're all out at 'Rustica' for breakfast.

Mr Darcy ! Did you just bark at that postman ?! Bad boy. You too Daisy-Mae ! Bad girl.
"But it's fun, Dad. Anyway, we didn't eat him or anything..."

Bad boy, I'll pull your whiskers !

Don't do it again.. It's bad manners.
*grumble grumble grumble will if I want to grumble grumble*


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Happy New Year

Happy New Year, Daisy-Mae. Here's some lovely roast chicken that Mary cooked up for you.
"Yum. Thanks Dad, and thanks Mary."

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Boxing Day.

"Wake up Dad. It's Boxing Day, and I know there are leftovers in the fridge. How about a snack ?"
*Yawn* OK Mr Darcy. Give me a minute and we'll go see what's in the fridge.

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Lazy bones

*Thump*
"Wake up, Dad ! You've been sleeping in for hours."
Groan, good morning Mr D. Go easy, I've been on late shifts.

"Time for a walk, Dad. I need a poop."
Sigh, OK, and I need a coffee. Let's go then.

Now that looks a bit better.

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