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.

Prince’s story

I said a while ago that I would write this – so here is the story of my best dogpal Prince.

Master and mistress think he had the hardest life of all their dogs. He was wandering on the streets like me, but he was in the north of England in winter which is a lot colder and nastier than Andalucía.

One Saturday afternoon master and mistress forgot they were in their thirties and were busy watching Top of The Pops 2 and dancing around to music from the 80s.

Bendog (the black labrador) gave his usual single bark but they ignored him.

Later on, master went out of the kitchen door into the garden and asked mistress why she had left the back gate open.

She hadn’t of course. It seemed someone had come over the back wall to see what they could steal but when they heard Bendog’s bark they opened the gate from the inside and did a runner. Obviously not shutting the gate ‘cos that would have slowed them down.

So master decided another dog was in order. A young barky one, as Ben and Paddy were clearly more interested in sleeping than kicking up a fuss.

And next day they found Prince at one of the local rescue shelters. Mistress wrote a tiny bit about how Prince chose them in this post.

Prince had been on the street for months during November and December when it was cold and horrid. When he was picked up by the dog warden he had dysentry and was poorly. He had tablets and stuff at the rescue place but he was still very thin when master and mistress took him home. He was around three, or four, or five – no-one could say for sure.

The rescue people told master and mistress he had been thrown out because the couple he lived with had split up and neither of them wanted him. But they also said something about how it wasn’t the first time he had been chucked out and rehomed. Poor Prince. I would not like it if master and mistress threw me out now I have found a fine home.

He was very good and very quiet. But he did not join in with the other two dogs. He always stayed right on the edge of the pack. At mealtimes, he watched the others sit, so then he learned to sit too but he sat in the corner on his own, and when they started to eat he did the same.

Soppy mistress burst into tears the first time she saw him eat and his stomach expanded to show all his skinny ribs. But master and mistress didn’t overfeed him, they knew that he needed to be built up slowly and consistently.

Although he was the youngest dog, he never threatened Bendog – who was topdog. After a while he started to mix more and he grew stronger and his body filled out. Soppy mistress stopped crying at feeding time.

Master and mistress were not as chilled as they are now. At bedtime, the dogs had to go in the kitchen because master did not want them to go on the sofas. (haha). One day mistress went to call Prince into the kitchen and he snapped at her. Master offered to take him back to the kennels and she was horrified.

Even though Prince always regarded master as pack leader, mistress would never have seen him go back to the kennels. She thought he had suffered enough as it was. Anyway it was the only time he ever did, so he must have been having a bad fur day.

Master and mistress thought he had been hit in his previous life. He hated it if anyone brought their hand anywhere near his head or did nasty quick movements. They thought he needed lots of love for the rest of his life because he did not seem to have had a very good start. Four or five years of being chucked around, thrown out, and beaten for being a bad dog must be pretty horrid. They wanted to make him feel happy and secure in his new home.

They must have succeeded because Prince became very confident. He decided he didn’t like most men, women with short hair because they looked like men, people wearing glasses and/or caps, cyclists, motorcyclists, not keen on horses or big trucks – so barked at them all.

When Bendog crossed the Rainbow Bridge, Prince naturally became topdog. He was getting on well with Paddy and they played happily and had lots of fun times running up and down the beach. They often went camping with master and mistress.

Mistress wanted to come to Spain for her 40th birthday – they had not been on holiday without the dogs since getting Prince. They did not want to take Prince to boarding kennels because they did not want him to think he was being thrown away again.

So they got some dog&house-sitters. This was a hoot. The first “experienced” couple turned up and the guy was terrified of Prince – who realised – so helpfully kept snarling at him. Despite taking their travel expenses, after a few days they wrote to say they would be unable to come.

Mistress sent a very sharp letter to the agency asking for her money back. The interview expenses were refunded and another couple was found pronto. They were both good with the dogs. Prince didn’t bother snarling.

Master and mistress told the sitters they didn’t need to take Prince and Paddy out because they could just play in the garden but if they did, not to let them off the lead. What did they do? Let them both off the lead together on a nice grassy open space – right by a main road. And they didn’t want to come back when called. As if that wasn’t stupid enough they actually told master and mistress what they had done.

Prince and Paddy both came with master and mistress on their big adventure through France, Spain and Portugal and ended up living here.

He barked at everyone. He ran up and down our terrace and barked at the gate. He jumped on the table, he nearly jumped over the wall. He had a fine time. All the neighbours called him “El malo”. Paddy was “El bueno”. That only leaves “El feo” so that must be master because mistress and I are not feo.

Prince was happy to be my friend but Paddy was not. But after Paddy went over the Rainbow Bridge I became a house dog with Prince and we became great pals. We would lie at our gate together and he would bark loudly. Even though I am much bigger and younger he was still topdog, just like when he joined the pack and Bendog was topdog.

He found a fine new trick. Every morning after breakfast, he would go looking for the cleanest whitest possible thing to wipe his nose on. The throws on the sofa, the clean washing, master’s beige shorts (not his black ones obviously). Even if mistress called him out of the sitting room, he would laugh, wait for her to turn around, and go and wipe his nose anyway.

Last summer he had a mild stroke while he was asleep. He woke up and he struggled to walk, but after a while he was ok. Master and mistress were very worried because they did not think he was a physically strong dog. He was obviously the runt of the original litter as he was a small GSD. As he grew older his back was sensitive. He stopped jumping on tables.

But he surprised them both – whatever he lacked in physical strength he more than made up for mentally. He didn’t run quite as fast to our gate, but he still went to bark at everyone and everything.

And when mistress went to the UK last year Prince knew it was the right time to cross the Rainbow Bridge. She is so soppy. Master and I sat in the patio with him one night and over he went. We stayed with him while he went right over so that he wasn’t alone. He went across so peacefully and with dignity. He was around 13 or 14.

Master waited a day before he told mistress because she was visiting family and he didn’t want to spoil it for her. But she didn’t sleep the night he did tell her. And she still cries now. Even though Prince would do little snarls at her and furlylips. But she was never afraid of him.

Here is our very favourite picture of the three of us: me, Prince, and master (actually it is the only one – mistress had just bought the digicamera). Master is doing furlylips and furlynoses too. Nobody knows whether master or Prince started furlylips and furlynoses first. Mistress thinks it was Prince, but master copies it well now. I wish Prince was still with me at our gate though and I would have shared my blog with him too.

Noticias


1 Mosquitoes

Master jumped up like a demented idiot in the middle of the night and started hunting a mosquito with a can of spray.

Mistress jumped out of bed in an even more demented fashion to escape the smell of the odour-free spray and spent an hour looking at blogs waiting for the smell to go.

I sensibly stayed on my sofa of course.

The impact of this is that she is feeling sleepy this morning and isn’t going to put up many pix. Pooh.

2 Driving in my Landy

Not driving in my Landy would be more accurate. They went out yesterday saying something about it was too hot to leave me in the coche while they were shopping so I had to stay home and entertain myself bounding on and off my sofa.

I didn’t even knock the huge pile of ironing off the board.

Master is off to Gib today again to do a couple of small jobs but he is going on the bus. So no trip in my Landy there either. Sad Pippadog.

3 Mi blog en español

Mistress and I have been chatting about writing some of my blog in Spanish. As I am a Spanish dog and we live in Spain and Gibraltar we think this would be a good idea.

And master and mistress are always mixing their languages or talking Spanish when they are out. Whether anyone understands them is another matter.

Some of our dogblogpals have said it is a good idea too.

Some clever dogs do two versions of their blog, one in each language but mistress is far too idle to do that, so we will just add a few words and sentences in Spanish.

Ya está. Hasta la próxima.

I’ll leave you all with this morning’s pirouette while I was waiting for my omelette sandwich.