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.

What's in a name?

Mistress was messing on the Internet and found a link to dog names.

Now master and mistress don't usually believe in guff like this, or horoscopes, or well, much really. A pair of agnostic sitters-on-the-fence.

They don't disbelieve either tho'. Mistress picked up a pin today. "See a pin and pick it up...." Master thought she had found money she was so fast. She has pinned it into her bandage so p'raps her arm will get better fast and she can write more posts for me.

But they did think the description of Pippa was pretty me.

Mainly because I am very time-conscious and always remind m&m when it is time to do something. And I do get cranky if my schedule is disrupted.

So here is a clicky linky thingy y buscais sus nombres.

They are probably all general enough (a bit like horoscopes) so that you can take enough out of it to be convinced. ;)

And today's pix are a couple of embarrassing ones after Bella tagged me dog-days ago because mistress didn't think we had posted anything suitably silly or embarrassing.

In the kitchen, demanding omelette. Mmmmmm. I am not really so ugly. Am I?

Looking very fat in my Landy. And I am not fat. I am NOT.

And on my terrace. But I was only blinking at the silly camera. I was NOT asleep.

I am not going to tag anyone for this as I don't like to be embarrassed Pippadog so I don't wish it on any other dog. Although Swampdog, I mean Oscar, did look very funny.

A todos, que paseis un buen fin de semana.

Gates and goats

It's warming up here.

I am not spending so much time at my gate.

Now with the warm weather I am going in the shade under my outside-table-den,

or sometimes I go back into kitchen and lie under my table in there. That way I can keep an eye on m&m.

Today when I was at the gate I saw them take my friends the goats away. The people behind us are goatherders, and sometimes they rear young goats in their outside space at their house.

I am a pastor, a livestock guardian, so I know that I am responsible for goats and other animals.

But the truck came for them and off they went. Mistress said they were probably going to be killed. Master agreed. So why are dogs like me supposed to look after livestock if someone else then kills them?


No, I can't smell my friends the goats anywhere. Sad Pippadog.

Noticias

We are sorry we haven't posted for a while. Mistress is still typing with one hand and she is a bit impatient. Perhaps I should learn to type with my large patitas.

Sad news
We know that many of you know that Angus died over at Flossy's World a week or so ago. Our hearts go out to Flossy and Carina, and we hope Angus is in peace.

Better news
We wrote about Charlotte in hospital last week, and she is obviously feeling better now because the little terror has come out and tagged us.

She is a beautiful rescued cross Rotty/Chihuahua from New South Wales, so if you haven't been to give her a bark, go and see her. And she has a poodle brother, a kitty, and lots of other fur and feather bros and sisses.

And, we have discovered a secret. You all know that ruffy tuffy Corgador - Wally? He went to see Charlotte's blog when she was in hospital and left some nice words. Hah! You're rumbled Wally. A little heart of gold hiding somewhere eh?

Pippa

Seven pawsomes

I've been tagged. Twice.

The worst one is to show an embarrassing or silly pic of me. Well, I only ever do curled-up-nicely and sleepy pix.

So I am going to be on a sure winner for the Booby Prize again. If I didn't love you very much Bella, preciosa, I would hate you. But I will try and find a piccy for you, but only for you, mind.

Now, I have been tagged by Charlotte to tell you seven pawsome facts about me. I think I can manage this one.

1) Me encantan los chicharros, pero ya no esta el estacion.
I love peas. But they are out of season now.

2) Por mi desayuno segundo, me encanta un bocadillo de tortilla. Pero hoy, las gallinas no ponen. Y master y mistress han comido los huevos.
I love omelette sandwich for my second breakfast. But today the chickens haven't laid any eggs. And master and mistress have eaten them all. (eggs not chickens).

3) Me gustan las fresitas. Pero, he comido todo.
I like the little strawberries. But I have eaten them all.

4) Me gusta conducir en mi Landy. Pero hoy no vamos por ningun sitio.
I like to go driving in my Landy. But today we didn't go anywhere.

5) Vive en la calle. Pero luego, encuentre a master y mistress.
I lived on the streets. But then I found master and mistress.

6) Ya tengo muchos sofas, y mi kennelflat.
Now I have lots of sofas, and my kennelflat.

7) Pero, todavia quiero quedarme seguro, en mi den, por ejemplo.
I still want to feel safe though, like when I'm in my den.

And I tag Snoop, Lily, and Ruffy. Plus Sammy from Dachsies Rule, Harley and Hagen, and Kel who doesn't do Dogs with Blogs but was the very first dogblog we read, so he is my pal.

Dogs that are tagged need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names.

New blogdogpals

So busy writing about poorly dogs and humans, forgot to mention Snoop, Lily, and Ruffy who have not been blogging long either.

Some of our friends have got there before us, and barked ruff, but we are sure they would like to meet more of you. They live in Canada and Snoop and Lily are beautiful rescued English Springer Spaniels. Ruffy is a ruffian apparently...

We have appreciated all you dogs who have visited Pippadogblog, and it is even nicer, that you keep coming back. We guess you all know though, how much it means to get some nice barks early on.

Poorly doggies

There still seem to be some poorly doggies out there - we have just been to Charlotte's blog and she is not too good.

She and her brother Zeus have not been blogging long, so it would be good if any pals could go visit and send pawerful thoughts for her to get better.

There seem to be lots of crook (Australian for not well) humans too, but there are so many I can't even begin to mention them. But they need our pawerful dog thoughts as well.

We will write an update on me soon, but we thought this was more important for today.

Pippa

Tummytag Challenge - total failure........

Not only am I still in the doghouse - I've failed miserably on the Tummytag Challenge.

Here I am on my side. This the nearest I get to it.

One for Lorenza who tagged me first.


And one for Gomer and Opie at Dogs Aye View.


And the last one for my pal Tealeaf at Blogs From The Dogs

Booby Prize for Pippa. As I have failed in such spectacular fashion I can't really tag anyone else.

Mistress says to let you know she is still only typing with one hand, and has only put this up to stop anyone else tagging us!

In the doghouse

I think I am in the doghouse. And I don't mean my kennelflat either.

I don't think I want my photo taking either.

No, I'm hiding.

Perhaps mistress was a bit tired the other day, what with cleaning the sofa throws, and then the cushions, plus socialising. And that was my fault too - for being sick - twice.

But anyway when we went for our walk I pulled her over.

I think when I saw the cat I should maybe have told her. But I only saw it at the very last minute so I had to make a dash for it. And if I had told her she might have said no. She usually does.

Now she can only type with one hand and it is very slow. So if we don't make any comments on your blogs everydog you know why.

I am very sorry. I didn't mean to hurt mistress. And I went straight back to find her too.

Sad Pippa.

Feeling yucky

I was sick yesterday.

I am not usually poorly. So we were all surprised. I say we, I mean mistress and I because master is working on my kennelflat.

Mistress had some friends round who have just come over on holiday. I was very pleased to see them because they are super animal lovers.

They have a cat called Leonard and I am sure we would be great friends (hehe) but he was back in the UK.

We did lots of loves and kisses, and then I went to lie down in my den and next to mistress, so she could make sure I didn't feel left out.
Before that the nice woman gave me a peanut, only one, but her husband told her that they were difficult for us dogs to digest. Mistress knows that one of our friends put up a great list of ungood things to eat but she can't remember if peanuts were on there. She can't find the list either.

Much later that night after they had gone I was sick. Mistress amazingly cleaned it up and chucked the sofa throws in the washing machine.

When you are poorly you don't really feel like moving do you? So much easier to be sick exactly where you are, even if you are on your sofa. Although mistress says some of her other doggies managed to stagger to the door. Ben the black lab didn't though. Just lay exactly where he was - sensible dog. Like me.

Anyway, poor old mistress had just cleaned everything up, and I decided I would be sick again. If I hadn't been feeling poorly I would have laughed.

The down side is that I didn't get any tasties with my breakfast, it was just very plain food. Pooh.

Mistress posted a query up on the Bone Zone and says she got a nice answer from Dory and Liza. But if anyone else has any comments that would be cool. Thanks everydog.

But ok today - so far.

And finally - I've been tagged by Lorenza. I'm supposed to lie on my back with my legs in the air. But I never do that. I always curl up so that I am safe. Like this.

So mistress will have to work out how to roll me over and take a photo before I roll back again. That will keep her busy.