Keeping them out of my way !

How do you keep two dogs out from under your feet while you are renovating ?

"Give them a bone, Dad."
Good answer. Here you go.

"Thanks Dad."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Time for a coffee at Cavallini Cafe, Fitzroy.

I need a break from pulling this house down. Come on kiddies, time for a coffee.

"Hello Dad. It's nice to be out of the house."
It sure is Daisy-Mae.

"Oh, is that bacon, Dad ?"
Maybe. Would you like some ? Silly question really.

"Bacon for me too, Dad. Please ?!"
Yes of course Mr Darcy.

Si the DogBlogger.

You two stay there !

I'm trying to work ! You two, stay on the bed.

"Dad, are you mad at us ?"
Yes, no, maybe. Just stay out from under my feet.
"OK Dad."

Si the DogBlogger.

Ready now. Snack please.

Good morning everybody.

Hello Daisy.
"Hello Dad."



Hello Darcy.
"Good morning Sir Dad."



What? Why are you staring at me.
"Snacks, Dad. We're ready for snacks."
OK Daisy.



"Yes Sir Dad. Ready now. Now please. Hungry."
Yes well, you're always hungry, Mr Darcy. I'll find you a snack. Maybe pizza crust...

Si the Dogblogger.

Pie Thief revisited. This time with panettone.

Mmmmm, we have panettone for breakfast over Christmas.

However, I have just come home to find THIS ! Panettone all over the floor and someone fleeing the scene of the crime.



Mr Darcy ! Pie Thief ! You come here right now ! See the Pie Thief post for that story.
"Um, yes Dad."



Did you steal my panettone ?
"What, me Dad ?! Whatever makes you think that ?"



Well, this mess all over the floor for starters, and you fleeing the scene of the crime, and you stink of panettone ! That's what.
"Um, maybe."
Maybe ?!



"But it smells so good, Dad."
Yes it does rather.
"And it tasted delicious too ! "



Yes, it is, er, was, a rather nice panettone. But that's a confession right there. Bad dog !
"Yes Dad. I promise to never do it again until next time."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Prickle on your face.

Come here, Daisy Mae, what's that on your face ?

"Nothing, Dad."



It's a prickle. Hold still while I pull it out.
"No Dad. You'll pull my whiskers."



Tough luck. I'm not having you walk around with a prickle in your whiskers.
"Ouch. Oohh. It hurts, Dad. Ow. Owowow. "



Poor chicken. Serve you right for rolling in nasty things.

Si the Dogblogger.

Lovely roll in the grass. Edinburgh Gardens Fitzroy.

Ahhh, there's a cool breeze blowing on this hot day.

Let's take a stroll in the park, kiddies .

"It's glorious Dad. I'm gonna have a roll."



Knock yourself out Daisy.
"La la la."



"Scratch my tum ."
"Hum  hum hummm. "



"Let's all sing a lovely rolling song.
Join in in the chorus, Dad."



The chorus being? Maybe 'wash my bum? '. At least it rhymes, sort of...

Si the Dogblogger.