Thursday, June 28, 2007

I'm watching

While I was lying outside I thought it would be cool to stick my head through the metal curtains and let all the flies and mosquitoes in, I mean, see what was going on in the kitchen.

It's important to let master and mistress know that I'm keeping an eye on them.

Mistress turned this picture round - she thought it was easier than you all screwing your heads round at 90 degrees.


Mistress knew there was something she had to do - and that was post a clicky linky thingy to my pals - Gomer and Opie - over at Dogs Aye View.

They are cool dogs with an ace blog and their dogmom has a heart of gold for rescued doggies. So go on, over you go, as fast as poss, and catch up with the plot.

And a newish doggypal, Mac, over at Baron von Woofer. He's not been blogging long.

We found his blog through Blogs From The Dogs, and I'm sure he would like some sniffs and stuffs over there from you all.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Evening walks and sniffs

We went for a walk, me and master.

It was very nice.

Here is one of my amigas at the big finca over the road. She's not looking very friendly though. I was trying to do rubby noses.

Sniff, sniff.

Come on master, off we go again.

The countryside is getting dry though.

And here is my mate Antonio. He is driving back down the river bed from his granja. He has lots of aguacates (avocados), and lots of chickens kept in little jails. But he also sells my PippaDogBix and trigo for our chickens (not kept in jails).

Time to relax now though while master makes salad.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Tag games - and zzzz


This is mistress's birthday and she thought she had finished writing today.

But we have been tagged for seven random cosas. (things)

1 Master and mistress met in Sydney and got married there after a few weeks.

2 They have their birthdays on consecutive days (today and yesterday as it happens - 24th and 25th June).

3 I have no idea when my birthday is but I found M&M in Jan 2004. We all think I was under a year old - but nodog knows. Maybe I was older.

4 I love my Landy, my sofas, my fresas (strawberries), curry, cheese toasties (you all know this by now) and tasty peas.

5 We all get up early. Well I do, so therefore we all do. :)

6 I am friendly with livestock, and try to do rubbynoses.

7 I quite like master and mistress because they always say I am not to blame. There are no bad dogs. Only bad owners.

So we tag

KuBrin, Cleo, Tealeaf, Megan and Boots
Tasha and Eva
Flossy and Jez

The Rules:
• Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves.

• People who are tagged need to write their own blog post with their 7 things as well as these rules.

• You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog.

• Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.

OK - we have stuffed up because we aren't doing the comment thingy tonight. But it is her birthday. And we are all sleepy now. zzzz

Back again

Look, here I am, back again.

But why has mistress included her silly expensive fizzy water in the photo?

This is not an advert for Vichy Catalan, y aquí, en español tambien.

It is a photo of Pippadog on his blog.

Perhaps I should advertise my services though to the company.

After all I have been known to drink it, and I am Spanish. I don't know if my heritage goes back to Catalunya though.

Anyway mistress says it is very good, nicely chilled, and it is slightly sulphurous. We recommend it.

Hey, this is my blog. Why are we barking about fizzy water? Oh, I remember. Mistress's birthday and I have to indulge her.

And thanks to Oscar for wishing them happy birthdays.

Ruff ruff. Happy Pippa again.

Happy birthday (2)

Well mistress is having a bit more success today.

Just as well too as I am not happy to have a photoless blog.

So, here are a couple of photos from yesterday that she has finally uploaded.

Normal service with photos of Pippa idling around or eating tasties will shortly be resumed.

Pippa (slightly more tranquilo now).

Happy birthday

Well everydog. As we all know, our dogblogs are very important. Particularly when mistress is fiddling with a boring Landy pic and then trashes all the photos instead of just one.

And then because she noticed the trash bin was a bit full - 8,000 or so items - she thought she would clear that too. It would be full, wouldn't it, with all my photos in. Well done mistress.

It's not very often you are tidy and when you are you trash all our photos.

And now she can't upload anything.

So it's just as well there are pix of me on my blog or we wouldn't have anything from the last ten months. And until she works out how to upload there will be no PippaPix.

Oh, I almost forgot. Happy barkday, I mean birthday, to Mistress for today, and to Master for yesterday.

Pippa, still annoyed with Mistress for being stupid.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Feeding time

Some of you have been asking about my new feeding regime. So here are a few pointers.

The cheese and tomato toasties and the hand-feeding of biscuits are carefully linked as part of an overall strategy. You can tell I'm doing my DMBA.

So, here we go. Stage 1. Do not appear particularly interested at breakfast time. (I think Wally is probably self-excluded from this strategy).

Do not, under any circs, stand there barking and demanding breakfast, rushing around like a demented idiot. (As I used to).

Find somewhere relaxing to lie down and wait patiently, preferably with a slightly long-suffering look on your face.

When master (or mistress) brings your food, look mildly interested.

Take your food delicately and appreciatively - but never greedily.

Occasionally pause - with a thoughtful look on your face, as if to say "Have I had enough? Do I want any more?"

They won't realise you do of course, but don't pause too long or they might clear off with what's left.

Always turn your nose up at the food in the tin. Insisting on hand-feeding is essential.

Stage 2. The good bit. When master gets his cheese and tomato toasties on the go - look alert.

When he brings them outside to eat - look very alert. You know the sort of thing, nose as close to the toastie as possible.

It shouldn't take long before you get some tasty toasties - so look very appreciative and chew noisily and happily.

Preferably with eyes shut.

Remember, this needs to be a good contrast to the way in which you take your normal dog breakfast. The whole point is to persuade them to give you as much toastie as possible because they can see you get such enjoyment from it. Easy really.

Dr Pippa PhD and DMBA in Food Persuasion and Manipulation Techniques.

PS Opy has told me I have been nominated for Awesome Blog Award. I had forgotten Dachsies nominated me last month, and then it was held over. Being a post-doctoral researcher I am not a celebrity seeker - but I don't want to be out for a duck either - so if one or two of my pals can go and vote for me I will be very grateful for that, and can then happily concentrate on my research.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

On the mend

I am feeling a bit better thanks to all your great doggy and person vibes that have found their way over here to Spain.

In fact this morning I noticed one of the horrid marmalade cats that goes in my corral so I thought about having a go for it but Misery Master wasn't having a bar of it.

And I was more interested in sniffing stuff too. But I don't think I will pick any old thing up again.

Mistress fed me my biscuits by hand again. She asked me if I wanted to eat them out of my tin, so I had a sniff but settled back to eating them from her. A dog can't be too cautious when he's been feeling off-colour can he?

Then master had a cheese and tomato toastie so I thought some of that would be nice too.

Master was pleased that I was interested in his toastie so he gave me lots of it.

Chomp, chomp.

Oh and my nose is nice and damp again too.

Mistress wanted me to write about mosquitoes because there was a ginormous one in the bedroom last night and master couldn't catch it, so in the end he got up at 5am.

But I don't think mozzies are as interesting as me so I'm not writing about them. So there mistress.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Kind thoughts

Hello everydog

Thank you all for your kind thoughts.

I have not eaten my paella though. Sorry. But I am eating my biscuits, master feeds them to me, one by one, so I take them delicately. I am back up to my normal portion now. Perhaps I could get used to this hand feeding. Mistress gave me some of her breakfast-time peach too.

I am drinking lots of water. I think it is important to drink lots when I feel poorly. It is also quite warm here, we are hitting the 30s now (90s for lots of you dogs).

So I lie on the terrace when there is a nice breeze, or flop inside on the tile floor. I am conserving my energy.

Today master and mistress went adventuring. I stayed home. I didn't feel up to a ride in the Landy in hot weather stuck in traffic. They were picking up some gardening stuff that was in store. Not much point taking lawnmowers and hedge strimmers to my GibFlat.

Special thanks to Blue for her crystal suggestion. M&m have put some on top of the electricity box. A couple of things have gone better since then.

M&m want me to say they are not totally whacky. Hah! They say there is no reason not to try things if it doesn't do anyone any harm.

Master had a bright idea. He told mistress to go to hospital and get her poorly arm chopped off. Said that way she would have to learn how to use the other one and stop saying: "Just wait until my arm's better...." I think he nearly came to serious arm. I mean harm.

Unofficially I thought it was quite funny. Officially I am lying on the fence, or would be if we had one and it was tiled. Anyway, I want some more peach tomorrow.

Here are our tomatoes as I've noticed lots of friends over the sea post tom pix. This was a couple of days ago, but today mistress took them off. Apparently the skin is tough, the flesh is soft, but the flavour is good. Well I would eat them anyway.


Sunday, June 17, 2007

Feng shui (pt 2) - cooker vibes

Master tried to take my picture while I was lying outside.

I DO NOT WANT my photo taking when I am poorly.

Anyway I got up and ran inside. He was so slow with the camera that he didn't even get my tail whooshing inside. Hehe.

But look. Here I am. Finding good feng shui vibes behind the cooker. Mmmm, it's nice behind here.

And the food smells so nice that here I am checking it out again. I've ventured out from behind the cooker now.

We are having paella. I like paella.

But I still don't feel very well. So thank you to everydog for your good wishes an' good vibes, an' to Bella's mum for banging the gong to get rid of the nasty vibes.


PS To those of you who of have asked about scranny (or even scran) - it is tasty food. Master and mistress think they picked it up when they lived in GeordieLand. I don't know where that is. You will have to ask them.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Feng shui - bad vibes....?

Remember our pals who came to see us a month ago?

And I ended up feeling yucky?

We wondered if they had brought some sadnesses with them that they didn't tell us about, and some of it got dropped off here.

The other day they rang to say they had come to our house and left some birthday presents over the gate. (No, not mine, I don't know when mine is.) They had missed us because we had been down to GibFlat.

Well, the present bag wasn't there. Why not? Because master had seen it early one morning and thought it was a rubbish bag he must have put out the night before. So he threw it in the bin.

But when they rang he went to rescue it. They were nice presents too.

And then I got sick again. Master and mistress had a few little disappointments. Mistress is sick too now. Neither of us want our breakfast, and we are so tired.

So since they came, I was sick on the sofa - twice. I pulled mistress over, she hurt her hand. Then we didn't see them and nothing more happened. But then the presents came and we got more griefs. Not mega. Co-incidence probably.

We hope they had a nice hol. And if they had any little sadnesses that they got rid of them. But not at our house.

Here I am under my table hiding from the world and bad vibes.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poorly Pippa

I have been a naughty Pippadoggy again.

An' - I am feeling so sorry for myself.

Master and I went for a fine walk and I picked up a tasty scranny.

And I wouldn't let it go when master told me to leave.

But now I am not feeling too good.

So I am not up to posting much. Sorry pals.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Pippa goes carbooting

Well everydog, Pippa is now an official marketdogtrader.

When master and mistress had unpacked all their goodies in GibFlat, they packed up the stuff left behind by the funny woman who lived there before.

And there were a few things that came from mistress's mummy's house that they didn't want.

So they decided we would all go off to the car boot sale with all the unwanted junk.

Mistress comes from a family of market traders (food and sweeties), so she felt like she was disappearing into her past. Master and his bro did it too for a while. Mistress was surprised that master was quite good at it.

Anyway, master packed the Landy and off we went.

When we got there, I lay outside with my water dish, supervising, natch.

When I figured they had the hang of it, and it got warm, I went under the Landy for a few snoozes.

They were too busy selling stuff for 50 cents an item - so no pix. But we made enough for five sacks of PippaDogBix.

It wasn't a fortune, but we spent the morning outside in the sun, met some nice people, and earned a few dogbix, so a good result.

Pippa the MarketDogTrader

PS Mistress wants to add another Gibpic. Here are some expensive new houses on a marina. Not just reclaimed land, but stuck in the middle of the sea.

Now mistress likes water, and she swims like a fish. But she would not live there. Oh, no.

Monday, June 11, 2007


I thought I would give you a quick update of my Gib adventures before I tell you of my latest new escapade.

We had a fine drive down to Gib. We stopped for a picnic at a petrol station. Mistress went inside and bought a bocadillo de tortilla for her, one for master, a beer for her, a coke for driving master, and a bag of patatas fritas. She never buys crisps so this is a driving treat. Very nice they were too, junk-free - just potatoes and olive oil.

But wait. There is something wrong with that list isn't there? Where was Pippa's bocadillo? No, there wasn't one for me. Poooh. So, when master was watching someone inflating their tyres and not watching his sandwich I thought best to help myself. Nearer and nearer towards my mouth it came. I was poised to take it carefully and gently out of his hand without dropping any. Mistress wasn't going to snitch as she was sitting watching with a sneaky smile on her face.

I opened my mouth wider, leaned towards this scrummy sandwich - and then he sprung me! What a pain. Mistress gave me a few crumbs as a consolation prize, but it wasn't my lucky picnic.

When we got to Gib I jumped up to say hello to all my nice friends at the frontier who always want to look at me and my passport. Master and mistress could be a pair of international crims on the run (they aren't by the way) for all the attention anyone pays to them. But no-one seemed hugely interested in me either, perhaps they are getting used to me.

I sniffed the Gib air and wondered if my cat friends knew I was coming back. Cities smell so different to the countryside, don't you think? I like Gib smells.
Then we parked up, straight into a spot, and it was off out for a fine walk up to GibFlat, pulling master all over the place.

GibFlat was pretty empty so I flopped on the floor under my table.
But as you all know, the next day my furniture arrived.

And master and mistress put a cover on one of the chairs and told me to jump on my new chair. So I jumped on the other chair. Hehe. They told me to get off that chair so they could put the cover on it for me if I preferred the other chair. Chairs? Chairs? Since when does Pippadog lie on chairs?
So then I bounded very assertively onto my fine new sofa. And that was the end of that.

Here is where I sleep.

Here is where they sleep.

Just so long as we are all clear. Sofas are for dogs. Floors are for people.

Fine walks
The next day, when we were all sorted, master and I went for a nice walk in the arvo.

Mistress wanted to come too, but he told her that she distracted me. Now, I am not one for getting involved in their bickering, but normally I don't pay much attention to the one who is not on the other end of my lead. So I thought he was being a bit unfair.

Anyway we had a nice walk and then we sat outside The Angry Friar in Main Street where master and I could watch the world go by. Of course I was on best behaviour and looking cute so lots of people came to say hello to me. We met many nice people who were cruising on the QE2. It had docked in Gib for the day so they were wandering round and shopping. Mistress looked up the price of a cruise - starting price £999 up to more than £16,000 for a stateroom. She thought this was a lot of money to spend - but her idea of a holiday involves a rucksack and a tent.

Then mistress came to find us, so we went back home. I don't think she was pleased with master. She refused to come out with us in the evening but when we got back she had disappeared. I think I would rather have gone with her - it looks like she found a fine walk - and just look at those cats. I think she only took those pix to tantalise me. No more space for my other escapade - that will have to wait now.

Yummy cats.

Here are the pretty streets.

And here is the QE2 from towards the top of the rock where mistress climbed up in a huff. (She has stiff legs now.)

Friday, June 08, 2007

Sorting my GibFlat

Hi everydog

Oooof. I am whacked.

It's been a hard few days sorting out the furniture removals into my GibKennelFlat.

And I had to let mistress know that the new sofa is mine.

Just because she may have spent a few years lying on it when she was young does not mean it is her sofa now.

Oh no. This is my sofa.

More of this when I have recovered.

Catch ya later dogpals.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

My other Landy

Hey, look, here I am.

Not driving - in my other Landy.

I have not been driving in this one because master and mistress decided to get a Spanish Landy when they came here.

But this is in our corral and it is not quite as dusty as the house.

So I am practising going driving.

Natch, I will shut the doors when we set off. Silly dogpals, I have learned that one.

I am just posing to compete with you all. Hehe.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Early morning chit-chat

I soooo love to be perky in the morning.

Especially nice and early.

Today was good. Mistress finished her expensive bottle of fizzy water and put it in the rubbish bin at 5.45.

So I ran in to see master and told him to get up.

I normally lie down patiently by the side of the bed just to make sure he is actually getting up.

And have a few licks. Check everything out.

Then I run in and out again. (Too fast for mistress to take a piccy).

Then we all yawn together.

Master goes aaaahhhhhh. And I go hoowwuuuarrrugh. Much better don't you think?

Then I go check him out in the bathroom.

And then I round him up. With a fine twirl of the tail.

With a few more hoowwuuuarrrughs.

By the time he is finally dressed, I am running round so fast and chattering away. Far too fast for mistress to take my pic.

And we are off. Out of the door. On the early morning cat hunt. I mean walk.