Waiting patiently...

Dad ?
Oh, hello Daisy.

Um, any chance of a little bit of that bacon please, Dad ?
Yes of course, Daisy. I'm sorry.

You're such a good girl. You wait so patiently for your Dad...

Si the Dogblogger

The wind's changed.

Monty, where are you off to in such a hurry ?
"Picnic, Dad. I smell sausages."

"Whoops, lost it. The wind's changed."
Turn right Monty.

"It's no good Dad. I need to smell it."
Poor blind boy.

"Maybe this way ... " *sniff sniff*

"Or this way ?" *sniff sniff*

"Ah well. Pick random direction and try again." *sigh*
Si the Dogblogger

Supplies. Suprise !

Monty ! I have a present for you !

"Gosh Dad. What is it ?"
Inuslin ! Suprise !

"Dad, I'm speechless. You shouldn't have."
Yes, I know. I bought some more needles too. See ?

"Wow. For me ?"
Oh yes. Some urine glocose test strips too.

"Gosh Dad, I'm overwhelmed."
Well, you're my special boy, Monty. Nothing's to good for you.
Si the Dogblogger

Stop poking me !

What have you found now, Daisy-Mae ?
"Dad ! It's the possum tree."

Hmmm. Don't get your fat head stuck in there.
"Fat chance, Dad... and don't be rude."

Hurry up. It's getting dark and starting to rain.
"But Dad... I smell possums !"

If you don't hurry up I'll poke you in the bottom *snigger*
"Ouch. Dad ! Stop poking me."

*poke poke*
"Dad ! Stop, I'm coming out, OK ?!"
Si the Dogblogger

Helping Dad fix the washing machine.

"Hello Dad. What are you doing ?"
Oh, hello Monty. I'm trying to fix our washing machine.

"Oh. Well I'd better help then. There's no telling what you might get up to without me."
Yes Monty. That's a grand idea.

"I'll just sit here and supervise then, shall I Dad ?"
Thank you Monty. That would be nice.

Si the Dogblogger

Checking all your bits

Rightio Monty, let me check all your other bits now.
*snufflesnuffle* "Yes Dad."
I'll check your nose... It's a bit dry.
"Yes Dad, it feels dry. I need a drink."

Let me check your teeth... Lovely teeth.
"Grrrr, Dad. It's all those bones, you see."

I'd better check your ears. Hmm, nothing nasty in there.
*snuffle sneeze* "Yes Dad."

Lovely boy. You're not looking to bad.

"But I feel a bit old and tired still, Dad."
Si the Dogblogger

Check my toes.

Let me check all your toes for prickles, Monty.
"Dad ! It tickles." *snuffle snort*

Now this one. All good so far.
"That feels nice, Dad. Now the back ones."

Alright, this one's good too.
"Not the other one Dad, that's my funny toe."

Yes Monty, I know you don't like that toe touched. You're a big sook.

Si the Dogblogger