Blowing in the wind.

It's a cold Winter day and there's a cold wind blowing.
''Dad, is my hair alright ? I hope the wind doesn't mess up my hair.''
Well Daisy, seeing as how you are covered in snot and mud and prickles, I don't see how the wind could make it worse.
Si the Dogblogger

It's cruel how they treat me

''See that ?! That's my empty dinner bowl.''
*Sighs*

"Maybe if I chase it around the floor, Dad will feed me."

'It's cruel how they treat me. No hot dinner for a poor, starving old man. I wonder if the poor, starving old dogs in India are treated so cruelly too.''
*Sighs*

What's all that grumbling, Monty ? You've just been fed. Are you still hungry ?
Si the Dogblogger.

Monty enjoying the Winter sun

Come on Monty, hurry up,
''But Dad, I'm enjoying the sun.''
Yes but that Winter sun will set soon, and it will be a cold evening and your joints will ache and I'll have to carry you home again. So hurry up.
Si the DogBlogger

Monty vagues out.

Poor old Monty. He's growing old and vague.
He'll just stop and stand there like that, staring into space.
''Dad, I wasn't vagueing out, I'm just standing here until you give me a scratch and massage my toes.''
Si the DogBlogger

Bones, not beans

There you go Daisy, beans for your supper.
''Dadddddd. We want bones, not beans !''
Well you'll have to have beans instead. It's about time you had some vegies.
''Daddd. Ick. I don't want beans.''
Poor Daisy.
Si the Dogblogger

Take us shopping

''Dad. Take us shopping. We have no bones to chew and no meat for our supper.''
Well I guess I'd better take you shopping then. I'd hate for you two to starve.
Si the Dogblogger

Big brown eyes

Here's my little Daisy-Mae.
Just look at those lovely big brown eyes.
''Hello Dad. Stare into my eyes. Stare into my eyes. You are in my power now.''
Si the Dogblogger