Enjoying the sun

We love sitting in the sun.

It's warm.We don't have a care in the world.

We can just drift off to sleep. Our eye slowly close. Zzzzz.

Poor old Monty is old now.

He likes to sit on the sun and relax.

I'm just relaxing, I'm just ....zzzzzz

I'll just go and ... I'll just ... zzzzzzzzzzzz

Si the DogBlogger

Special Guest. Jigsaw.

We are a friendly lot at the Fitzroy Dog Blog.
We like to invite guests in.
At my request, I have a few pictures of Jigsaw from the Philippines.

He's a gorgeous boy. .

He's special to Jamorie. She loves him very much.

He looks smart in his coat.

Thanks for the pictures, Jam.
We'd like to see Jigsaw again.

Si the DogBlogger.

Port Melbourne Beach. Exploring.

We love The Beach. We go down to Port Melbourne Beach when it's quiet.
We love digging holes, great big holes ('cos we are not allowed to do it in the back yard).
Joy. Happiness. Lot's of space to run around in.

We roll around in the sand.

We explore.

We roll in stinky stuff.

We get covered in sand and seaweed.
Then we jump into Dad's car. Hooray. Shake, shake, shake.

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Get the mouse

Monty is a hero. He catches mice around the house. Cockroaches too.
Anything that moves is "The Mouse".
We yell "Monty, get The Mouse" every time we see a cockroach and he's straight on to it.

We're on our usual walk in the Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy



"Smells like possums, Dad"



"Yup, possums for sure"



"Monty, get The Mouse"



"Me too, Dad. Me too"
Good girl, Daisy.
But the possums are way too smart.



So, off we go to the next tree.

Si, the DogBlogger

Slow

Poor old Monty is growing old.
He's a bit slow now, deliberately, I think.



Monty! Where are you?!



Hurry up, you old plonker!



Groan. Come on!



Don't look at me like that.



"But I don't want to go home, Dad."
Yeah, I know. You never want to leave the park. But it's dinner time.

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Bad Hair Day

Daisy has just had a wash. She's all clean and fluffy.



We are at the park and it's a windy day. Look at that hair.



Ohhh, I've just washed my hair, and I can't do a thing with it.



Hmm, it could be time for a trim. Maybe just a little off the fringe.



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Waiting for Dad

Fish and chips for dinner tonight.
We are feeling lazy and don't want to cook.

"Dad, go buy fish and chips please. We'll wait for you, by the front door."

"Me too. I'm waiting right by the door too."

Waiting, waiting.
"Where's Dad ? It's been at least five minutes."

"No Mum, he's still not back."


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