Who's that furball ?

There's someone else in my bed ! Who's that this time ?

"Just me, Dad."
Good morning Daisy-Mae.

"Good morning Dad. Can I snuggled up too ?"
Yes of course. Just don't snore this time.

Si the Dogblogger

Because I'm old.

Who's that at my feet ?
"Good morning, Dad."

What are you doing here, Monty ?
"You said I could come up in the mornings because I'm old."

So I did. You have a little sleep then.

Si the Dogblogger

My feet hurt.

Hello Monty, are you enjoying your walk ?
"Yes Dad. I found a bone to crunch on, and I almost chased a mouse."

Almost chased a mouse ?
"Yes. Almost. My feet hurt now. Can you carry me please ?"

Si the Dogblogger

What's that on your head ?

Monty ! What's that stuck on your head ? What have you been up to ?

"I was just exploring, Dad."

Come here and I'll take it off.
"Thanks Dad."

Si the Dogblogger

Poor kitties.

"Where are we off to, Dad ?"
The vet, Daisy.

"The vet ?"
"The vet !"
Yes Monty, the vet. It's time for your Pentosan jab.

Come on, cross the road.
"Only if you carry me, Dad."

Aww, poor kitties. Shall we adopt them ?

"Grrr, no way."

"Grrr, sure thing Dad. It'll give us something to chase !"

Si the Dogblogger

Good morning my little chicken

I'm off to work on an early shift.
There's my little Daisy-Mae.

Good morning my little chicken.
"Hello Dad. Hurry home."
Yes my little girl. See you later.

Si the DogBlogger

Monty snoozing. Lovely old boy.

Poor Monty is growing old now.
We treat him well and feed him well.

If he makes it up the stairs then he's allowed to have a snooze on our bed.

He can sleep in as long as he wants.
Lovely old boy.

Si the DogBlogger.