My poor darling Misery (she is my darling of course because she has just fed me so therefore I love her very much. Well, I did just before I was fed) has been so stressed that she didn't realise for days that our camera was not stolen. It was in a different bag to the stuff that was stolen.

It is past its best (as are lots of us) but anyway, I have retrieved some piccies for you all. Well, not many really, but something of our last trip.

And you can see why, when we are all in the back, drinking water and eating our sandwiches, that the world and their dog could sneak into the front.

So Top Pippa Tip - never ever leave your front doors open and go round the back even when you have a super dog like me with you. After all, water and sandwiches are more interesting than thieves.

Never leave anything at all - make sure to lock it up, or take it with you. Master and Misery should know better as they have been doing this sort of stuff for years, but everyone gets it wrong sometimes. They did. Don't let it be you next time.

Heh! I sound like a public service advert.



Ah, this one is when they snuck down the beach without ME! And look there is a special doggy seat to give us all a shower. I am not sure that is a good idea.

Not the best picnic ever

Misery has told me that sometimes, our pawsome thoughts just don't work out. I am sorry to say that Blaze went to the Rainbow Bridge in spite of all our thoughts and love for him. Thanks to Mango who left a message to let me know while I was off line. We send all our love to Joan and Skye and all the other Moondance Huskies.

I was going to post a nice photo of me in the back of my Landy when we stopped for a picnic break on our way to Spain. But as some of you know via Misery's FB page, on our picnic break coming back down to Gib, someone stole our bags with the camera and the iPhone and all our money and passports - even mine!! - and ID, and bank cards and all the rest of it.

It wasn't my fault. I am not a guard dog, and I was happily drinking water and chatting to Misery in the back while it happened. You see, there is a screen between the back and the front, and there are no windows in the side, so Misery didn't see the bad people who snuck into the front of the vehicle. She thought she heard something but when she hopped out and looked around there was no-one.

So here I am, just before we left for Spain, on the toast hunt.







I think Misery needs to get us a new camera, so I can post some new pictures of me though.

Blaze

This post is for my friend Blaze.

Blaze lives with my beautiful girlfriend Skye. I think Blaze is exceedingly handsome. He looks like me. Jake and Just Harry think he looks like me too. Not that I say he is handsome because he looks like me, well, OK, maybe I think that a little teeny bit. Beautiful Misty looked like me too, and Mati and Rockstar, and even Canyon looks similar, and nearly all the OP Pack - except for Phantom - look like bits of me as well.

Back to Blaze. He has been poorly for a few days, and Skye and Joan have been updating us on their FB pages. (You can see why I am in love with Skye - she is savvy enough to have her own FB page, as well as being stunningly beautiful. As are all my girlfriends, I add hastily.) Anyway, poor Blaze has been having problems with his pee pees, so we have all been sending lots of good wishes and keeping our paws crossed. And hopefully he is on the mend, as he managed to pee at the vets the other day. All over the floor. What a good dog.

Us dogs need to pee lots you know. But we are still keeping our paws crossed for him until we hear he is 100 or maybe 200%. Please send him your good thoughts too.

You can see a piccy of blaze on the Moondance Huskies blog post here. Well actually you can see his tail and his back legs but they still look like mine.

Updated to add - Skye has now written a super post with lots more pix of Blaze on their blog - here.

Thinking about Blaze


Master and I sending our Power of the Paw thoughts to Blaze


Get better as quickly as poss Blaze, and Skye, look after him please.

The Tardis

My Landy has turned into a Tardis methinks.

Well it transports me all over the place and time just seems to disappear and jump forwards so that is perhaps right.

But this certainly looks different.

Where is my sofa and all my windows?

Huh.

Still a picnic stop is always welcome, whatever the Tardis.







And speaking of food, here I am resting my head in my tin. Waiting for it to refill as we all do. I wonder if any pup has ever been successful with the automatic refilling tin?

My new Superchef

I have a confession. I have promoted Misery Mistress to the position of Super Chef de Cuisine.

Or something like that. So the reason is, much as I love master, he was not very imaginative with my food. After all I am not in prison, and a dog needs tasty goodies with his food, not just boring old biscuits and water.

Misery, on the other hand, cooks delicious pies, lasagna, casseroles and all manner of wonderful smelling things. And I need more of those tasties in my dog dish.

I decided to leave the odd biscuit in my tin as a subtle message.

'Master,' said Misery, 'Pippa needs tastier food.' Yes, Misery, of course I do.

She surprisingly quickly swung into action, and stock suddenly appeared with my every meal. Very nice stock I must say, low salt organic vegetarian stock no less. Much nicer than boring old water. I have another tin that is always full of water anyway.

Extra large portions of lasagna were made, and pie, and casserole, and every other type of goodie.

My food suddenly became gourmet quality. This is what a dog needs. Not the same tedious old stuff day after day. Some tasty extras on top of my biscuits, and that delicious stock to go with it.

Right now there is a pea pilao on the go, so there had better be some for me for my breakfast.

But in case anyone thinks I love Misery more just because she does a bit of cooking, here are some pix of me and my very favourite Master.

Monkey time is here again - la la la la la la la la la

It is monkey time again here. Off I went with master on my afternoon walk and look, here is a fine monkey wanting me to go and climb a tree and play with him.



I think that's what he wants. Maybe not. I am not quite so agile as that.





Master took a rather reasonable video, although I think there should have been more coverage of ME, although I do look rather cute in some of the vid. Perhaps he couldn't get Senor Monkey and me in together. You can hear his strange Spanish at the end too :D (Master's I mean, not the monkey's).



We are video amateurs so here is the youtube link which you can blow up bigger to see more of ME :)



Well anyway, any tips on how to improve links and vids more than welcome for Misery and Master.

Different day, different monkey, same place.

Misery found a different monkey, contemplating the state of the world. Or whether she had food for him. She didn't.



Here I am looking for them, I know they live here.



Come on Master, let's go in.



Me, and my shadow.



Oh, I should add, since I posted this I had a quick scan down of my list of friends to see who is still posting. My friend Mati (from Rockstar and Company) is no longer there, and - beautiful Guinness Grrrrrl from the Stoutino Inn - has gone to the Rainbow Bridge. Guinness, you were one of my loveliest and most consistent faithful girlfriends, I'm so sorry you have gone, I will miss you so much. And Mati, wherever you are, the same goes for you. Somehow there is always some sadness on our dogblogs. My heart goes out to everyone whose dog has recently gone to the bridge or who is suffering any health problems, paws crossed especially for Snowball. Pippa xx

Edited to add - sorry I am late with this, but I was so pleased to see a post from Mati a few days ago. For those of you who don't know, beautiful Mati has oesophageal cancer, so when I didn't see her I got very worried. Anyway, she is ok, and her blog was down when I visited. Phew!! She is a very beautiful husky mix so if you have time to go and pass on your good sibe vibes and any other good wishes I am sure she would appreciate it.

Mid Jan round-up, no not cats, news .....

I don't seem to have managed a post a week, but I suppose more than one a month is something to be grateful for.

Anyways I have some pix that I wanted to share with you all, although why Misery didn't post them at the time is beyond me. Busy (doing nothing) or something she claims.

Here am I. Busy. Doing Snoozing.
How small a ball can a large husky/GSD curl up into?



One morning when it was raining Misery had the bright idea of wrapping me in a plastic bag. I ask you. The indignity. Fortunately Kind Master had the brainwave of putting me in a down vest so that I looked rather more suave and dapper. I also tried out a fleece jacket which was rather nice and very toasty (mm toast toast), although Misery didn't fold up the sleeves far enough.



A sandwich. That sandwich must be mine Misery. You can't possibly eat all of it. Look how nice and Pippa-ish it is. Chewy wholemeal bread, who cares what is inside, and nice tomatoes. Yum.



What is this? A cat on my blog. A lucky black cat? Not on here it isn't. Go away black kitty and Master, stop stroking it.



Pizza. Aaaah!!! I love pizza. I hope that horrid cat didn't get any. Come to think of it, I don't remember getting any either. Greedy Master must have eaten it all.



And a quick acknowledgment to my friend Pedro who must be feeling very sad at the departure of his bro Ziggy to the Rainbow Bridge. Thinking of you all, and so very sorry it was time for him to go.

New Year .... and stuff

Haroo New Year everydog, every pup, your people and even the odd kitty.

Well, according to my facebook page, today is my barkday. Or GotThemDay. (Well, it would have been if Mistress actually posted this yesterday when she wrote it). And I should like to thank my Facebook pup-pals and their people for all your lovely wishes.

What this really means, is that I rescued Master and Misery all of six years ago some time in January, but Misery can't remember the exact date so thought today would do as well as any other.

I ask you.

For those of you who don't know the story of how I found them, it is somewhere on my sidebar there. And for those who can't be bothered to click, I found them wandering around the Spanish streets in the pueblo looking rather forlorn. They had two dogs, but I figured they needed another one to adopt them. A large furry Spanish dog. Me. So that is it in a nutshell. I went home with them and Misery nursed my battle scars and I became a real house dog instead of a street dog.

Six years later on and I am still looking after them. Sometimes they forget to share their toast with me and they need the sad eyed reminder and a very loud HA-ROO. They still don't let me chase after cats, but that doesn't stop me trying. I am a determined PippaDog when it comes to cats. The little terrors used to steal the food that people left out for me when I lived on the streets. On the positive front I have won the battle of the sofa in my Gibflat with Misery and she knows to keep away from it. Ha!!

Now, normally I do a review of my year. But as I have so few blog posts to review, I shall break with tradition and not do one this year.

For New Year we went back to my finca. It rained a lot. When it didn't rain, I guarded my terrace, stood at my gate and walked out with Master and Mistress in the countryside.


Warning all street dogs and cats away.


Lying on the nice wet terrace.

Patiently waiting for Master to share his food.





In my patio with Master.


Sharing a joke with Master (about Misery I should think).

At Christmas we stayed at my Gibflat. It rained here too. I got some nice cards from some top friends, including some of my very favourite girlfriends - you know who you are.

And here, for a laugh, are the photos of me not wanting to play silly poses for Holiday cards. I did do a nice one in the end. Well, I thought it was nice. I hope those of you who received it thought so too.


No. Not playing.


What is this silly ornament doing here anyway?


Oh this is so boring.

Very best wishes to you all for 2010, and thank you for staying with me, even when Misery has not kept up to her blogging duties.

Here I am!!

Quickly, quickly, I need to make a post before November ends.

Now I have some good news. The other Sunday I dropped by DWB chat (thanks to Snowball for giving me the link which Misery lost in her computer messing abouts) and I found a beautiful new girlfriend. Sigh. I mean, Skye. Her name is Skye not Sigh and she is a gorgeous husky over at Moondance Huskies.

I know, I know. I have far too many girlfriends but she was so irresistible and before I knew it the words were barked out of my mouth, and she agreed.

Oh, and barking of girlfriends which I haven't done for some time. Well, that is obvious as I haven't barked for some time....... I was also chatting to Sophie La Flirtador in DWB Chat too.

She doesn't change of course. Still has a string of boyfriends drooling over her - and why not? She is nearly as nice as toast, or pizza. And she reminded me about my film project. I have all on to keep up with my blog, let alone my film project, but there is always the new year. Thank you for keeping me in line Sophs.

Oh and speaking of holidays. I have not signed up for the card exchange because the last year I did, I was soooooooooooo embarrassed to receive a zillion cards and couldn't send any because Misery's printer stopped working. :(

But we may try and send some to those of you who sent some to me, and to those of my adorable girlfriends whose address I have - and any other good friends too. If you want a card, please let me have your address, Facebook or DWB forum is probably the easiest and most private way. I'm not guaranteeing anything though because Misery is so unreliable.

Oh, and I am around on FB even though Misery seems to have abandoned my blog. So pups can always catch me on there. I have also discovered it is a cool way to make new pup friends.

And although I haven't posted for a while, I am sorry to end on a sad note. Rocky's mum Claudette went for a lung biopsy and did not get good news. Misery, Master and I are all thinking of you Claudette and sending you lots of support.

Although we haven't known them long, lots of you follow the Painter Pack, and I am so sorry that handsome shepherd cross Doodle has gone to the Rainbow Bridge. Thinking of you, Sherri, and your pack.

Because I haven't been around for a while, I also missed the departure of Snickers - who with Butchy was one of my earliest visitors, and Hana - who with her beautiful smiley face and lively attitude was always such a bundle of energy.

Wait, wait. I have found something nice to say. Phew!! The absolutely gorgeous Nala won DWB's photo of the month. She always has lots of lovely photos, and she is such a beautiful dog so that is well deserved. Good one Nala.

I hope December brings some good news and good cheer to the DWB community. And possibly even some cards from me!!

Nearly forgot. Some nuisance seems to want to sell prescriptions for something beginning with v..... - so I have had to put on comment moderation. Sorry about that.

Just relaxin'


Ah, a comfy chair rail for my head to rest on :)


Stretching out on MY sofa in case Misery decides she thinks she can invade my space


That pesky marmalade cat Harvey, stalking me again. Snarl


Where has my head gone? :(

Just another new enterprise

Poor me. Pippa of the abandoned Pippadogblog.

But here I am at last - making what is beginning to be my once a month appearance.

However, I think you should all know that in my absence I have taken up a new career.

Yes. Pippa the Painter and Decorator. After the success of supervising the repainting of my finca terrace, I decided it was time to organise a repaint of my Gibkennelflat.


My nice clean finca


I made sure Master got out all his nice dust sheets for me to lie on and supervise. Shazam! It was done in two shakes of a Pippadog's tail. It was hard work mind, keeping a sleepy eye on Master to make sure he didn't slack.

Working hard


Laughing - they are so useless


Getting rather tired with my hard work - notice all those buckets and tins I have to keep an eye on too?


I think we all need a rest. I need a rest anyway.


Barking my orders


My clean curtains


In charge


A little smile


Just me


And my other adventure of note was a rather neat little escape the other day. Our neighbour had come across to ask for some help with his water heater (Pippa the Plumber coming up next perhaps) and so I wandered onto the landing when he called me to say hello.

Naturally after the cursory greetings I bounded down the stairs to see if the front door was open and then I could chase some cats. But it wasn't. So my neighbour found me sitting by the door waiting for someone to open it and I had to go back upstairs to my kennelflat. It seems I may not be allowed to socialise with my neighbours on the landing again.