Snot face, revisited.

Daisy ! Show me your face.
"Hello Dad."

Ick. Look at you. How did you get your whiskers so grotty ?!

"Natural snotty talent, I guess."

Si the Dogblogger

Dad ! Rescue me.

Daisy, where are you ? I'm home from work.
"Dad ! Rescue me !"

Silly thing. What are you doing up there ?
"I climbed up the stairs but I'm too scared to go down in case I slip and fall."

Poor girl. Dad will rescue you and carry you back down.
"Thanks Dad. I was very afraid.'
Si the Dogblogger

Nope. Don't wanna.

Come on Monty. Walk !
"Nope. Don't wanna."

You need the exercise !
"No I don't."
Yes you do !
"No no no."
*groans* Alright. Back in your chariot then, and I'll push.
Si the Dogblogger

Funniest thing...

Hello readers.
We're out for our evening stroll.
It's the funniest thing, staring at Monty's head as he sits in that pram.
He's in good form tonight and ready for a walk.
Si the Dogblogger

Puddles.

Monty has just turned 15 and it's really starting to show. We're starting to find puddles in the house now.
I'm not sure whether he's becoming forgetful, or just can't be bothered.

Sigh, out with the mop again...

Si the Dogblogger

More please.

"More sausage please, Mum."
Yes Monty.
Si the Dogblogger

Sausage when the football's on.

When the local teams play football at the park, we wander down for a sausage in a bun.
Here you go, Monty.
"Yum. Sausages !"
Si the Dogblogger