Finca fun and sofa sequel

I should like to thank everyone for their support in my sofa campaign.

First the good news is that Misery took her sleeping bag off the sofa during the day as even she can't lay down for 24 hours solid, so I got it back for 50% of the time.

The next news is that we went back to my Spanish finca at the weekend. Misery was going to go back on her own, but Master thought she was too poorly so we all drove back together.

I promptly jumped onto my sofa to make sure she wasn't going to steal that as well, but I needn't have worried as she has a bed there and spent all night (and half the day) in that.

We had a good time there, but it was raining slightly when we arrived so I wasn't allowed to go and sit in the wet at my gate. Just as well I had my sofa, I thought to myself.

And the next day we went back. Here I am in my Landy. On my Landysofa. Mostly I lie down for the whole journey.



Until we get to San Pedro Al-CAT-ara - where I need to look for cats, or why else would it be called that?

Here I am checking out for cats at San Pedro Al-CA(n)T-ara. Sniff, sniff.



Mistress took this photo so you can see the name of San Pedro. I don't know why she took it when there was a huge truck in the way.



I didn't see any cats. But I enjoyed looking down on all the other cars from my Landy.





This is a very silly picture. I don't know why Misery has included it. I think I had just finished yawning but I look almost fearsome.



Misery seems to think we need a few photos of her garden at the finca. I don't think we do at all. One will do, Misery.



Anyway, when we got home, she seemed to be feeling a bit brighter - AND - decided not to sleep on the sofa. So now it is all mine again. Everyone's comments must have worked and made her feel so guilty for stealing MY sofa.

And I want to say how sad I am that Charlie went to the Rainbow Bridge on Anzac Day. She was a fine pal and I will miss her very much. So this post and this sad photo of me thinking of her (back on my sofa) is dedicated to Charlie.

MY sofa

Misery has stolen MY sofa. She says that she has just temporarily reclaimed what was once hers anyway.

As far as I am concerned, I have slept on it for the last two years, so therefore it is MINE. I am not interested in what went on 40 years ago, whenever that was.

She decided she was tired of aching on the floor and struggling to sit up and cough, so she grabbed her sleeping bag and jumped on the sofa one night when I was inadvertently lying on the floor.

I have not been able to get back on since.

Oh, in case anyone is confused, they sleep on the floor because they haven't got round to buying a bed.

So I have been alternating between my Under Table Den, lying in the doorway with my head under the sideboard, and lying on my dustsheet in their bedroom.

Sad Pippadog


But then I decided a little tit for tat was called for.

First I rested my head on their 'bed'.

Just trying it out for size......


Who is disturbing my nap?


Oh well, time for a stretch


Then I decided that wasn't good enough. Mistress hasn't just got her head on MY sofa, she has commandeered it all.

Mistress's scruffy sleeping bag on MY sofa


So I did the same. Have that Mistress.

Mmmm, very comfy, I could gradually get all of me on here


Go away Misery - or give me back MY sofa


Now onto my second complaint about Misery.

As I wrote the other day, she kindly submitted a photo of me in my jasmine patch for Pruett and Daphne's April Showers May Flowers comp over at GSD Adventures.

Well, the first day, she was so busy looking at the photos, she forgot to vote. The next day she voted. Did she vote for me????? NO!!!! Why did she not vote for me? Something about it is not British to vote for one's self.

She isn't voting for her. She would be voting for ME. She told Master and I waited for Master to tell her off.

"Of course you can't possibly vote for Pippa. That's like cheating. Most unBritish," said Master, very unhelpfully.

Anyway, as it turns out I am not voteless. So if any of my friends have been over and voted for me, thank you very much. Voting runs until the end of this month, and you can vote for three dogs every day, which is really good because it gives you chance to vote for lots of friends and favourites.

Monkeys!!

I have something very exciting to write about.

Monkeys. Yes that's right, monkeys.

I spotted them on the city wall gates a few weeks ago, and stood watching them and sniffing them. They chattered away but I don't understand monkey.

Anyway, off we went for our morning walk. Mistress was distracting herself with ship photos again. Yawn.

Waiting for Misery to come back from shipwatch.



We set off back up the hill and I could smell them. Misery and Master were not walking fast enough.

Come along! We need to get to the monkeys.



Master and I spotted them straight away. It wasn't difficult as they were swinging on the branches in the trees. Eventually even Misery spotted them.

They were little baby monkeys. See this one walking along the branches?



Misery walked up to take closer pictures so they threw figs at her. Actually I don't think they were really throwing figs at her, because they were too busy eating them, but it is a nice thought. But when they move along the branches some of the figs drop and fall down onto the ground.



They wrap their feet around the branches so they can sit there and then pick all the figs within reach. Misery tells me figs are nice.





While Misery was taking a few different pictures, Master and I stood there intently watching the monkeys.

Me and headless master. Concentrating on monkeywatch.


Just me.



Look, can you see the face on this one? He was looking at me I'm sure.



Then I was tired after all that excitement.



Oh and I forgot to say I entered the April Showers May Flowers comp over at GSD Adventures. But I can't make the button come up.

Chillin'

As pups said I don't have to write anything, and just stick up some photos, that's exactly what I'm doing.

So here I am. Just chillin'.

On my sofa.



In my bedroom (which they are allowed to use too).





Checking out boots and shoes.





Chilling with Master while waiting for Misery. Here she comes. Quick! look away. Silly Master is not playing the game. Must give him some lessons.



Oh, I wanted to mention my paws after adorable Biloxi said I had 'learned paw placement from Lady Khyra. Now I am particularly honoured to be associated and compared with the beautiful oh-so-fluffy-tailed Khyra, but the truth is I have been putting my paws in quaint positions for many years and am rather proud of them.

In fact, ironically, Biloxi's previous foster home The Kapp Pack, even did a special post about my paws here back in November 2007.

So I think I can claim to have crossed my paws, tucked them, and put them in doga positions for many years now. But I have to confess to occasionally emulating Randi and flipping them outwards, which I used not to do.

Anyway I am getting older, and as you can see on the sleepy pix above it is easy to let them all lie out straight. That way I don't have to worry about tangling them up.

But then later on, I thought I would do a tiny tangle. Just to make sure I could still do it.



Oh, and I got pizza last night. Misery is poorly at the moment and not up to cooking. In fact she is not eating much and wanders around clutching herself muttering and moaning about how she hurts everywhere. I think she has morphed into my 80-year-old Spanish neighbour who wanders around saying 'me duele todo el cuerpo'. Anyway Master didn't want to cook either so he went for pizza and it was a two for one offer so they HAD to give some to me. Yay! for pizza.

Reappearance

Well, I need to thank Jake and Just Harry, The Barkalot Boyz for this post.

Misery has 'been meaning' to write something for ages - although only to say that we are having a blogging break.

I think most pups and their peeps have noticed that, Misery. Two months worth of break so far.

Anyway, after J and JH's kind thoughts asking after me, I thought it was essential to give you all a quick pupdate.

I am particularly disappointed that I missed Valentine's Day and didn't get the chance to send a romantic message to all my darling girlfriends. Actually I probably don't have any left. They will have forgotten all about me. And I am getting to be an older dog too.

We went to my finca for Valentine's weekend, so Misery and Master could have a romantic time together messing around doing nothing. There is no internet any more there, so I couldn't write anything up at the time, and then the blogging decline set in.

We had a fine weekend for V's Day though. Here I am looking for cats underneath the car of my Chilean and Swedish neighbours. They have lots of cats, and a few dogs too.



See the Pointer next to the blue volvo, and the cats playing scary eyes underneath? Huh. I wasn't frightened.



Just checking as we go past to make sure no little cat monsters are thinking of stalking us.



You can see it was dusk, so then we all went home and did nothing.

The next day we all went down the beach for a walk. They had talked about going cycling but settled for a walk with ME. Mistress started taking pictures of the local scenery and then her batteries ran out. So did the camera ones. Had she brought new ones with her? What do you think?

So there are no photos of me looking fetching down the beach. When we got home, they decided to go cycling after all. And when they came back we spent most of the day sitting on MY terrace. It was nice.

You can see her scenery pics here.

I don't know what has happened since then. Nothing really. Master has been decorating their room, which I use too of course, and we have been out for our usual walks.

While I hate to agree with Misery, we haven't really much to write about right now. So I will be back when I have something mildly interesting to say. Hope you are all well.

Looking thoughtful .. and elegant, I think.



I see Misery is up to her usual tricks and is sneaking in a flowering succulent.



Here I am lying on my new dust sheet, next to master's bed-on-the-floor. We had banished Misery to the finca last weekend.





And here I am last night wandering around the marina.



Misery took more pictures of boats than she did of me.

Cats

I will refrain from mentioning mistress's lack of success at sorting anything computer related.

About the only thing I have noticed her do recently is mop the floors - and write stuff on her blogs.

We received a Holiday card the other day. I was pleased about that, I have not lost hope that one day - preferably before next Holidays - she will actually print some cards for me.

Anyway, just so pups don't forget who I am, I thought I would mention some fine cat stories. Well, cat stories anyway.

Mistress went down the town the other day and came back smelling of C.A.T.

Apparently there is a rather sleek and gorgeous black one who hangs around the court buildings in Main Street. Master seems to think he is feral but he certainly looks well-fed to Misery Mistress.

She stood there for ages talking to him - get this - and making silly cat noises so that he came and purred to her, and rubbed himself against her. Just as well she was ill-prepared and didn't have the camera. Next she would be wanting to put it on my blog.

Really mistress, you need to get a life. Without cats. The only one to communicate with cats around here is ME.

So last week, we all skipped out for our evening walk. On our way we met our neighbour across the road, who feeds lots of feral cats and adopts them too.

Other people stopped to say hello to me, as I like to be sociable and make new friends. One woman went off in one direction and then came back again to say a double hello. Hehe, what a charmer I am.

Then mistress decided to go to a boring lecture with one of the people we met. Yawn. Master and I went back to our flat for a snoozelet.

Our best trip though happened when Misery actually took the camera for once. I avoided the camera. (As usual).

Avoiding.



Thinking.



Misery took a picture of a ship. (As usual). Apparently it is a destroyer. I wonder if it destroys cats?

The cat destroyer (I think).



Then we went home and there was a C.A.T. under the car just outside our block. I tried to get it, but master was not having a bar of it.

Anyway, we went out later again when it was dark, and took a different route.

And there, just outside Trafalgar Cemetery was another of the little terrors. I tried to dig my claws into the pavement and pull master towards it, but no, another unsuccessful cathunt. Still at least Misery was too slow to take a photo.

Always important to check for cats everywhere.



There are cats somewhere, I know. I just need to be let off the lead to get them all.

Snooze update

Whoops. That should say News update. I think I have snoozing on the brain.

I wanted to let pups know that I have stepped down from my role as DWB Snooze - I mean - News Editor.

As Misery Mistress needs to sort out the computer, or rather the compatibility between the computer and the printer, I reluctantly decided that we can't really commit to updating the news when we don't have the time for it right now.

It's not just the News. As well as looking for news stories, we also have to patrol the blogs to make sure that dogblogs are still in existence, that they meet the values and ethics of DWB, and to check for any major changes - such as members who need to be moved to Daisy Chain status.

And I would like to apologise to any pups out there who may have sent news via the email on the News website. Misery trashed all her emails and account info the last time she uninstalled her operating system so we have not been able to check on any potential news stories that might be waiting there. Sorry about that pups.

What else? Some of you have been asking about the movie project. Well, like everything else, it is on the back burner until the hardware/software probs are sorted. Sadly.

When Misery finished her 50,000 word novel - which was NOT about me - some of you suggested she should write a story which involved me. So I am thinking about maybe having another blog to map out the movie stuff, and write a nice long PippaStory.

But not yet. Misery has far too many blogs anyway. And if I let her start another one right now, she will never sort out the computer issues. She will be tap tap tapping away merrily all day instead of getting on with fixing.

So if we aren't around for a while - we are fixing. And if we are around, that means I haven't put my paw down firmly enough, and she is still putting off the fixing. I'll keep you updated on her lack of progress.

Gotcha - or rather GotThem - Day

Well, everypup, today is the Big Day. My GotThem Day. Because after all I found them.

I think lots of you already know how I found Master and Misery Mistress wandering around the hillside and the streets in the Spanish village I was dumped in. They looked so forlorn and only had two oldish dogs, so I knew they needed another pup.

If you haven't read the links, they are on the sidebar under My Story 1 & 2.

Now Misery usually forgets my GotThem Day, but as we posted about it last week, even she has managed to remember. However I have noticed very little different about it. A few measly helpings of toast, certainly not a Special Day Helping. Nor did she leave the rolls and butter out when she had finished which I thought was extra mean of her.

But as luck would have it, a few days ago, notification came that we had a parcel to collect. As it didn't have my name on the card, Misery thought it was for her. How silly. Naturally it was for ME. As the parcel place doesn't open on the weekend and Monday was a Bank Holiday, Misery had to wait until Tuesday to go and collect it.

The customs officer was very impressed with the parcel. She loved the dog pictures on the label, and the Paw it Forward sticker.

See the nice stickers (and my tasties, one slightly the worse for wear)


I checked it out of course, had a good sniff and tried to tear it apart.

Looking underneath


Trying to get hold of the corner


And then I had a little play with the toys. First I played with the tuggy and the ball. I like tennis balls, and have some yellow ones on my terrace but none of them were new. I like to watch them roll down the steps and make Misery go and and fetch them for me. And I have never had a purple one before. Then I got my paws on the tasties and tried to demolish them before Misery took them away from me.

My lovely purple ball


More goodies?


My tasty just before I demolished it


The green tasty


Trying to demolish the green tasty too


Hey! Where have they gone?


Toyless :(


Today I have been allowed to play with my ball and my tuggy thing. I am not very good with toys because street dogs don't have toys (apart from bits of wood that they find). But I like the purple ball very much, and Misery is helping me learn how to play tugs with the other one. Oooh, and I have just discovered it squeaks. Hehe.

Me and my toy on my sofa


Getting hold of it with my teethies


Toys are hard work - time for a rest


A big bark-out to Addie for such wonderful gifts, especially as they arrived in time for my GotThem Day.

ETA Misery and I have changed my music for my GotThem Day to my favourite song - but clever Princess Eva noticed it before I got chance to say so. How nice to have such a darling clever girlfriend.