We, ok, not we at all, but mistress has been taking a break. Myself I think it would have been helpful if she had posted up that she was going to take a break, not that she has taken one. You can all work that out because we have not posted for a week.
And now she wants to say that we are having another break. WHY? Because she has some stuffs to do in Spain and she can't promise to write up every few days.
So first off, Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays (depending on your preference) to our pals, and a very Happy New Year to all of you.
We have tried to send our email cards to everyone who has sent to us and all the ones who are on our immediate list, but we keep getting some "can't send" messages back. We will have another go before 25 Dec. After all it is raining here so what else does mistress have to do?
Thank you to everydog who has sent us cards, old pals (well not in terms of years) and new ones too. I have got some adorable cards from some of my girlfriends and just can not decide which cards I like the most. I think I like all of them equally. I am not going to list them because I am bound to miss out some girlfriend and then I will get myself into trouble again.
Which brings me onto my Christmas/New Year poll. I have very sadly noticed that a lot of my girlfriends are happy to be sort-of girlfriends but they really want a special boyfriend of their own. Master says women are like this. I thought it was nice to be friendly to every beautiful dog, but he tells me life doesn't work like that.
So, I have been thinking. Should I stop looking for more girlfriends? Should I ask just one beauty to be my very special girlfriend? (like Charlie and Freda are juntos) And how on earth would I choose? Or should I go for the ones that love me the most, and still be pals with the others, but sort of have a more discrete list?
What a difficult one. Any views, pals and girlfriends? Please have a look at my new poll, top right, and it is a multiple poll by the way - so you can answer yes to all of them if you really want although I am not sure that would be helpful.
I said earlier it was raining. It has rained for three days. I DO NOT LIKE TO GO OUT IN THE RAIN. I hope I have made that one clear. Nor, when I come in, soaking wet, do I like to be dressed up like Toalla Perro, or Toalla Dog. Mistress thinks this is witty because it sounds like Koala Bear. Do I look as though I think this is witty? For any pups who don't speak Spanish, toalla is Spanish for towel.
Mistress, I am not Koala Bear, Toalla Bear
Or even Toalla Perro or Toalla Dog
Just go away - Pippa the Headless Wonder again
If I get chance, I will get mistress to post a slightly more festive photo over the holiday season than Toalla Pippa.
Have great toallaless holidays.
Master and I - happily, without toallas
And today I have to dream of Sophie La Flirtador because she has been poorly, and even though I know she is a terrible flirt, I think she is beautiful and I love her lots. Get well Sophs. But don't laugh at my toalla pictures. Please.
Edited to correct spelling of toalla. Thanks Lorenza. Silly mistress. Dresses me up and can't even spell right.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Mistress is a wimp
I have a secret. But first I will tell you what a wimp mistress is. Again. Even though I know none of you believe me.
She has not written my blog because she went to my finca to feed and water my chickens and water my garden. She probably ate my strawberries too. She certainly didn't bring any back with her.
Anyway, she was doing the washing up, or rather, she had put some water in the bowl and was trying to find something to distract her so she could put off doing the dishes, when she realised she was being watched.
There was a huge (well, mistress says huge) cucaracha on the wall just above the washing-up bowl. He was laughing at mistress. Mistress stood rooted to the spot. Then he waved one of his antenna at her.
"Eeeek" she said in a very tiny voice. She didn't want to scream too loudly in case he scuttled off. Our Spanish neighbour whacks them with a sweeping brush, but mistress would be useless at that.
She ran into the bathroom to get the horrid spray. She doesn't like pesticides but she doesn't like cockies either. She ran out again and he was still laughing at her so she zapped him. Eventually he wriggled a bit and then dropped to the floor.
She decided to leave him, in case he wasn't quite dead and thought he would be a good lesson to any other marauders that might invade the house. Then she grabbed a glass of wine, shut the kitchen door behind her to try and keep the nasty smell out of the rest of the house, and went to collapse in a small heap and recover from the shock.
As I have said before, she really is such a wimp. But I don't suppose any of you will agree with me.
Kisses and snoses
Anyway, onto my secret, and I don't want this to go any further. I have given mistress a
kiss lick. In the morning I sometimes go into her before she has got up and I do snoses. I go up to her very quietly, reach over and very gently I touch the tip of her nose with mine. Well, one day last week, I stuck the tip of my tongue out as well. Naturally mistress thought it was a kiss. It was not. It was not, I tell you, it was a tiny lick.
The next day I did the same thing. Hehe. There was a reason of course, I wanted her to get up sooner and then she could get on with my second and main breakfast. But it wasn't working. So the day after, I gave her a lot of
kisses, licks. Her face was a bit dirty anyway. And it still didn't work. So now I have stopped and I do not want it to be said by any pup that Pippadog does kisses. I don't.
In fact I only do snoses when I want. So when mistress came to me this morning to rub snoses while I was relaxing on my sofa after my breakfast, I moved my snose imperiously away from her and rested it on the sofa arm. Then I waved my paw at her and told her to Get Out Of My Space.
Get Out Of My Space
She was a bit slow off the mark though, and tried to have another go. So I decided to lick my Important Parts. I think she got the message then. She didn't try again. I don't have a photo of that. Perhaps just as well.
Hiding from mistress on one of my walks
I think she found me but I am bonding with master
Master and I were coming back on our usual circuit when two friendly American women asked if they could say hello to me. They had come to Gib on one of the cruise liners and were on their way back to the ship.
No mistress, this is a boat in the marina, this is not a cruise liner
They were a mother and a daughter and they both had two huskies each. The young one bent down, and said "Hello baby, you're beautiful" and gave me a big hug. Her mum gave me lots of loves and strokes. I held my nose up for snoses and smiled nicely at them both.
The mother thought I was a husky/GSD cross, but the daughter said she had seen huskies that looked like me that weren't a mix. They were sort of long and thin and taller than other huskies. Like me.
Master asked what they did with their huskies while they were on holiday and they said they had lots of husky friends who were always willing to take their dogs for a few weeks, and they did the same in return. I wish I had some husky pals, I think they all seem very friendly with each other. At least I have lots on here, even if I don't get to play with them.
I am not going to dream about a girlfriend today. I am going to remember Thrawn.
Remembering a friend
Posted by Katherine and Pippa at 11:45
Friday, December 14, 2007
I was going to get mistress to write something today. But then we read about Thrawn so we don't want, plus mistress had wet eyes.
Poor Thrawn we will miss you so much.
Lots of love to Maryann and The Brat Pack.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I am a sad Pippadog. Look my blog hasn't been written up for a week. Pooh. And hey, where has my tail gone on that photo? First I am headless and now I am tailless.
And I am worried about mistress too. Some time ago I tried to be Dr PippaFreud the pyschoanalyst dog.
I wasn't very good at it. I made a mess of analysing mistress's behaviour. However I am going to have another go.
For two days this week she has done cleaning stuffs in the morning. On Monday she filled a bucket with water, and cleaned the window frames 'cos they get water drops overnight. Then she cleaned the wardrobe, swept the floor, moved my sofa and retrieved lots of PippaFur, then she mopped the floor. I stayed quietly on my sofa (it was nice to be pushed around on it I must say), and I waited for the poorliness attack to finish.
Then she did more or less the same thing yesterday. Now once I can understand. She wakes up feeling cranky and does these out-of-character activities two or three times a year. But two days in a row? And she has even cleaned my Appletop, so we can see the screen properly.
It's my view that this 'flu thing she had has left her with After Effects. Why else would she clean? It takes her all morning to do the washing up and she still leaves the pans for master. She is a big believer in "No-one ever died saying I wish I had spent more time at the office." But she also believes "No-one ever died saying I wish I had spent more time cleaning."
Normally she merrily writes up all our blogs, and then we visit my pals, and then I have a snooze and she surfs a few forums. Anything really to put off the cleaning. We will see how long this lasts.
Thank you to every dog who answered my poll. As the results are pretty much half and half, I have decided to leave it as it is for now. After all, I can't even get it written up so what chance have I got of getting it redesigned?
Now, I need to answer some questions. First to Roxie, I dreamed about you on this post. Maybe you missed it, or maybe you don't think I wrote enough. But I always include you when I write about my list of girlfriends. I will write about you again though in a few posts time as I always try to keep my girlfriends happy.
Eddie N Peaches N Bella asked about tickly toes. Normally when I do shake-a-paw with master, we count to five, sometimes ten, then he tickles under my toes. It is very nice, I like it lots.
Jake of Florida asked if I jump into laps. No, although I am happy to walk over mistress and lie on her legs and things like that.
Bama asked how I tell master and mistress I love them if I don't do kisses. Well, I don't love mistress so that is an easy one. Hehe. Master knows I love him, I bound around in the morning and roo roo to show my appreciation of him getting up when I tell him, I sit very close to him at toast time, and lift my paw lots and chomp my toast nicely, and then I go lie peaceably on my sofa and smile at him, and when mistress is being stupid, master and I exchange laughies. I think that is enough. Oh, and of course, I let him do tickly toes with me as a top privilege.
A few of you have said you wanted to hear the rest of My Story. Some of you already know it, so I will just post up the links to My story (1) and My story (2). Don't worry they are not long stories.
And here is a tiny bit more, About me.
When I wrote my story up, pals asked me about the other dogs in the story, so I wrote about Prince here. Mistress still can't read it without crying though. I have just realised I never did Paddy's story, so I will write a little bit later about Paddy and Ben because mistress can now scan some old piccies in for me.
So I hope that's answered everydog's questions.
Thank you very much for all the ecards I have received so far - they are all brilly and all very different. In mistress's favour, she has actually started to mess about and make mine. By the way we don't do Microsoft, so I will be sending a jpeg image, I hope you will all be able to see that (I've not been able to open a couple of ecards :(. As I have already had one request for my address to swap snail mail cards, I should add that I am happy to do that with any pup who visits my blog. Although I can't guarantee when you will get it. Just contact mistress or me at the email on the DWB list.
Now I promised Tasha and Eva that I would dream about them as we have been having a few misunderstandings with our barks. So, my beautiful furry fluffy Belgian Shepherd girlfriends, I am all curled up on my sofa and dreaming about you both.
Posted by Katherine and Pippa at 14:55