Busy, busy, busy and National Day

I have been sooooo busy, what with printing my business cards, decorating my GibKennelFlat and - National Day. Anyway, more of the other stuff later, here are my National Day photos.

Oh for any pup who doesn't know, Gibraltar celebrates National Day on 10 September and we all dress up in red and white, which are our national colours.

Normally I don't dress up. At all. But I don't like to be upstaged and it seemed that rather a lot of pups were getting into the swing of it all. So not wanting to be left out, I donned a rather macho vest of master's.

I think I will have something more discrete next time though. Perhaps a red harness, or a small red and white scarf tucked into my harness. Wearing vests indeed.





Ah yes, discreet, this is what I like. Subtlety. Nothing over the top. Tasteful too.


A flower - of course, any excuse to put flowers on my blog. Even if it is red.

A car seems to have found its way in here too, just because it is the right colour is no excuse.

Idle

Yes, that's right. Idle Mistress. She has now decided that posting rather nice photos of me is much easier than writing up my busy activities aka sleeping. Chasing cats. Or at least dreaming of chasing cats.

First off, it is not true that my delicate soft skull made this rather large dent in a very strong paint tin. Despite what some people have been saying.


Off out with master.


Favourite folded paws. Or Tuck as Sophie says.


At my favourite gate.


I wonder if anyone has ever thought of cleaning my window in my Land Rover?


Just enjoying the ride..


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What was that? Did I miss something?


Oh, and I am now on Facebook IN MY OWN RIGHT. With my very own farm too, sadly bereft of cats. I am searchable but if you are on too as a dog just leave me a message on here and we can catch up somehow:) Well, possibly, given all Misery's flaws and inabilities.

Random PippaPix

Well I can report that there was no trace of that Feral Cat at my finca so perhaps it has really gone.

Misery now has her Hal Apple back so perhaps that might mean she might update my blog more and visit my friends. I am surprised I have any left.

Anyway, here is a random selection of Pippapix.

First ones are at my finca, and the second lot are from Gib.

Here I am in my patio, looking at silly Misery with her camera toy.


But here, in this direction, there is toast, which is much more interesting.


Glare. I am more interested in toast than silly photos.


Happy and toasted.


That's enough now. Bored.


I'm not sure I like this photo. Misery seems to think I look funny with my eye all scrunched up. None of her business if I am comfortable lying like this.


Looking thoughtful and pensive in this rather ethereal light.



Checking out the leaves (not sure what for).


Best paw forward - home for food.


Just chillin' in front of the fan.

Ferals and fans

I decided to make a stand. I informed Misery that I was not going back to my finca until she got rid of that Pesky Feral Cat and its Pesky Feral Kitty.

So off she went, and I can report it was a successful mission. Well, it was successful inasmuch as Misery said there was no longer any trace of the Pesky Feral Family. Of course she would have made so much noise clomping around that the Peskies probably just ran away when they heard her.

The next time I go back I will have a good sniff around and a proper investigation will be carried out by Detective Pippa.

In the meantime I am chilling out in front of my fan on the floor, or lying underneath my ceiling fan. What else is a dog to do in hot weather?

All stretched out



A good position for ignoring Misery



Someone, is getting up my nose



Time for a stretch....



.....And outta here

Picnic .... and guests!!

We all went for a picnic. Master and Misery Mistress do class picnics.



Master parked over by the grass for me to have a short walk, and near a rubbish bin. He parked as far away as possible from the shop so that Idle Misery could get a bit of exercise.



She bought two tortilla and pimiento sandwiches, cokes, a beer for her, and we had packed our own crisps/chips/patatas fritas.

Master got his dust sheet out and put it carefully on the floor so they could lean against the rear wheel.



Misery kept waving our sandwich around. I kept lungeing for it. Nearer and nearer I got, every time she looked away.



And then - Yes!! I had it in my mouth. I was just about to chomp my PippaJaws down on it when it snuck back out. It wasn't the sandwich at all, it was silly Misery's finger and she didn't want to lose it. She didn't want to lose the sandwich either. A bit of a failure there on my part I must say.

Still, I had plenty of yummy chips, and Misery did feed me the ends of her sandwiches.



It was very peaceful and tranquilo. We all thought Misery was never going to get off the dust sheet. She gazed around at the mountains and dreamed of camping.



And then remembered how much it costs a night at camp sites whereas it is free at my finca, so we jumped back in my Landy and headed off up to my finca.

At my finca Master discovered uninvited guests. Apart from the four dead cockroaches in the bathroom that Misery screamed at.

When he was working in MY corral, he sensed a movement. Then he looked down and what did he find?



A C-A-T. A pesky cat. In MY corral. And not only a cat, curled up carefully on one of Master's boxes with a few rags, but her kitten too. She is a feral cat so there was only one kitten, hiding underneath her (on the left). Master and Misery tiptoed around them, and Mistress took some poor pictures without a flash so she didn't disturb them.



When I lived in my corral not a single cat would dare come in there, and any rats that got near were quickly dispatched with a smack of the PippaPaw and a slight shake. Was I allowed in to get rid of uninvited guests? No.

Behind bars.


Really. I swear the world is going to the cats.

Back from hols

We have been on hols. But actually I don't think I understand what that means. Master took a week off work, Mistress took a week off faffing around on the computer, and we went back to my finca.

Life seemed the same as normal to me. Walks, no cats to chase, food, and lying on my terrace.

Master and Mistress spent all their time tidying the garden and painting the outside walls. Now Master normally paints during the week, and gets paid for it, so why would he do that on 'holiday' for free? Humans are beyond me. Mistress even mopped out the house.

They went geocatzing one morning. Apparently it was too hot for me to go so I stayed inside my cool house. Mistress may write about it on her own blog. She is still toying with starting a new one.

Oh, and it was their birthdays too. There were some nice messages from some DWB friends on FB so Misery says thanks for that.

Now we need to spend the rest of the week visiting friends and catching up. I was so sad to read about Dakota and our hearts are with the Op Pack. JB and her family are also in our thoughts with their sad story about Bear. And to end on a good note, my good friend Randi had some good results with her surgery. I guess there is more to read on all your blogs so this is a short post today with a few pix from my 'holidays',


At my gate with some of Misery's pretty flowers. No more flowers on MY blog - the rest will be consigned to hers.


Me again, happy.


Me supervising Misery painting while Master was out.


Oh, look, my walls have been painted here. About time too.


A rather nice profile shot I think. (I look even better bigger)


Gosh, it is so tiring lying on my terrace.


Just surveying my terrace and feeling important.


Having a good sniff to see who - or what - is around.


Come on Master, give ME some cheese on toast.


That friendly face didn't work. A more assertive one was called for.


Lying inside my cool house while they clear off cycling, or geocatzing or something.


Stopping for chips/crisps/patatas fritas at the rest area on the autovia on the way back to Gib. YUM!