Back again

Firstly I want to say that another friend has gone to the Bridge. Regal deerhound Megan, of Blogs from the Dogs went this week. We have written about it on DWB News, but here is a link to their site. Bye bye Megan.

Mistress had a break from blogging (and everything else) for their birthweek. Then she got carried away and had another week off, and another….. but here I am. Finally. Although I note she managed to stick a few posts on her blog. Selfish mistress. Lazy too.

Now, what to tell you all? Well, I have been a poorly Pippadog this last week so maybe she was a bit worried about me. I had a poorly tummy when I went out for my walks, then it seemed to clear up. But then it came back again and one night I walked into master and mistress and whimpered to go out Right Now. I don’t know what time it was and neither do they but they were asleep.

Kind master jumped out of bed much more quickly than usual and managed to find all his clothes in the dark and out we went. I couldn’t have waited for long I can tell you. Even mistress took me out one day which she hasn’t done since the day of the famed cat-chasing incident when I pulled her over and she hurt her arm and hand and fingers. I lay around looking very sorry for myself.

I am feeling a bit better now though and I am back eating my normal amounts of food. BUT, Misery and master have decided that it must have been something I ate that gave me a bad tummy. I don’t see why because I ate just the same things as master, although apparently he has a cast-iron stomach whatever one of those is. So now I am not allowed to have tasty titbits with my food. How boring. And even worse, master is not giving me any TOAST. Everydog knows that toast, especially slightly burnt, is very good for poorly tummies.

Only this morning I sat patiently next to mistress while she was eating our grapefruit. I poked out my little pink tongue a tiny bit so I looked very cute. Next I tried to do shake a paw but she was too busy getting the grapefruit down her neck. And then it was gone. With not a teeny little sliver for me. I checked out her chair and the floor but she hadn’t dropped anything anywhere.

And we have stopped going out for dinner too. This is nothing to do with my tummy. This apparently is called an Economy Drive. Although we haven’t been driving anywhere.

So I will finish with the story of the pizza place as I don’t think I will be doing any more restaurant reviews in the near future. My career has been abruptly ended. Back to the film project methinks.

Remember when I went to Jumpers? a few posts back. Well, the Italian restaurant is just before the bastion. We had been before but Misery had forgotten her camera, so she made sure to take it this time.

They had ….


And olives….

…for Pippa

She had aubergine/eggplant/berenjena/melanzana – hehe – multi-lingual me. She didn’t give me any. Greedy mistress. No wonder she has put on weight.

Master ordered pizza. Pizza romana, sin anchoas. When the pizza arrived, mistress took a bite and master looked at it puzzled.

Mistress said it was very salty, and then master realised that it had anchovies on after all, even though he had asked for it without.

So it got taken back and a new one was made. Now, wouldn’t the sensible thing have been to give the unwanted anchovy pizza to me? Even if it was salty? Would I have cared? If I didn’t like the anchovies I could always have spat them out.


My pizza

It is mine, I tell you

Then another couple turned up while we were eating there so I got to eat some of his tasty toast. Yum yum.

Good food all round for Pippa. Paws up. And the pizza was cool for breakfast too, because this was before my poorly tummy episode.

But then we went again for mistress’s birthday. They had a salad to start with, master had a pizza as usual and mistress had a pasta dish. They both kindly left a little bit of their main course to be taken home in a doggy bag for my breakfast.


And pasta

And then the waiter came out and said they had made a mistake – and thrown my breakfast IN THE TRASH!

Big paws down from Pippa and I decided we would not go there any more. Irrelevant really as Meany and master decided to go on the Economy Drive and curtail my promising new career. Perhaps one day I will get to eat pizza again. I must remind master I have not been poorly when I have eaten pizza.

Looking at the view while waiting for the non-appearance of my food.

I will try and get round my pals and I am sorry I have not been allowed out to play.


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