Checking out at my finca

We went back to my finca.

I checked out my gate.

My gate, letting everyone know I am back and on guard


I checked out MY spinach patch (not yours Misery).

Lying by my spinach patch


Multi-tasking - lying in my corner and looking at the gate too


I checked out Misery cooking in my kitchen.

Always best to lie in the doorway I find


Give me food, Misery


I checked out the dining room for food.

Waiting patiently, as ever



Looking sorry for self - where is the food?



I checked out the spinach patch more closely.

Getting right into MY spinach patch


I checked out the cat up the street.

There he is - stalking me


Keeping my eye on that CAT


And I went to the VET to check him out too but that's for another post.

Editor's note: for anyone who didn't get chance to follow the riveting saga on fb - Misery and I got very annoyed with Blogger so we have gone over to the dark side. You can find me at (natch) my other Pippadogblog address now. I shall write up the long and exciting tale when I have recovered from all the stress.