Cleaning out my filing cabinet.

It's almost tax time again and it's a quiet afternoon, so it's time to clean out my filing cabinet a bit.

"I'll supervise, Dad."
Good girl Daisy-Mae, you do that.
"Zzzzzzzzzz"

 Si the DogBlogger.

Daisy. Where are you?

Daisy, where are you? Come for a walk.

*zzzzzzzzzzzz*

Lazy lump. Get out of bed. It's 1100.

Si

Looking for bones

We often stop outside the Council depot on the grass for two reasons.

Firstly, it's a lovely piece of grass to sit on... 

and secondly, the workers must eat roast chicken a lot, and throw the bones in the grass.

"Found one !"

"Me too."

 Si the DogBlogger.

We're coming with you.

What do you two want?
"We're following you around, Dad."

But I'm going to the loo.
"That's OK, we'll sit and watch."

Gosh, thanks. How about some privacy in this house ?!

First a swim, then walk the dogs.

Fitzroy pool is just across the road. After my early shifts I have a quick swim, then walk Mr Darcy, who is waiting impatiently for me.

Come on, keep up.

"Come on Dad. Keep up. There's so much to sniff and so many trees to pee on. "

Yes Mr D. I'll do my best.

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.