Grooming Mr Darcy's whiskers

Mr Darcy, come here. What is that growing on your forehead ?! It looks like a rhino horn.
"Yes Dad, and it makes me cross-eyed looking at it."

Hmm, I had better trim your face.

Haha, look at you.
"Dad, don't mock me."

Right then. Haircut coming up. I'll trim your eyes and mouth and that horn.

Looking better...
"Thank you, Dad. I can see now."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Trimming Mr Darcy's fur-balls

Mr Darcy is part Maltese and his fur is like wool. It mats and clumps, especially between his rear legs and under his armpits. I have to trim him fairly frequently.

Hold Still !
"But Dad, it tickles. And I don't trust you with those scissors, not right there anyway ! "

Don't be a such a chicken. I'll be careful. Now stretch out and don't move !
"OK Dad, holding very still... just be careful."

 Si the DogBlogger.

You'd be lost without me... and coffee

Come on Daisy, we're off on an errand.
"Of course, Dad."

"Ready, Dad. I'm strapped in."
Good girl.

"Where are we off to, Dad ?"
A most important errand... to buy me some coffee.
"Oh, very good. I shall assist you, as always."

See ? Coffee !

"It smells good."

*yawn* "In fact I'm just about ready for a cuppa myself, Dad."
Is that so ?

 Si the DogBlogger.

Pizza. Yay.

Come on Darcy, jump in the car. We're off to hunt up some supper.
"Yum. Count me in."

"What are we hunting for, Dad ?"
Pizza !
"Pizza? Yay. You have my full attention."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Afternoon stroll - then racing home for supper

We're off for an evening stroll in the Darling Gardens.
This is always a bit tricky when it's close to Daisy's supper time.

"La la la. What a lovely evening."

*rumblerumble* "Hmmm, I'm hungry now. That was my belly. Are you ready for dinner Darcy ?"
"Always, race you to the car."

"Come on Dad. Hurry ! We're hungry now."
Not much choice then is there, Daisy-Mae ?

 Si the DogBlogger.

Shopping for you and for me

Darcy is such a good boy. He comes with me everywhere.

"What did you buy, Dad ?"
Kangaroo for your dinner...
"Yum. Thanks."

And snacks for me to take to work.... Yum !
"I'll just have a little taste then, shall I ?"
Ah..... no.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Poor Daisy-Mae. Injection today.

Poor little Daisy-Mae is growing old now. She has a monthly Synovan injection to keep her joints working.

"Dad. I don't want an injection, it hurts."
Be brave my little girl, and the nurse will give you a liver treat.

"Ah well, a liver treat eh ? OK then. "
 Very brave.

 Si the DogBlogger.