Busy doing nothing

I have been busy.

Looking after Misery’s sock in fact.

Nice comfy sock full of Pippafur

I’m not sure I have been busy doing much else though.

I haven’t logged in so I haven’t visited anyone, Misery is even cheating now by using her log in occasionally because it has a pic of me on it and she thinks that is acceptable. It is not. I need to comment on my friends’ blogs in my own right Misery, so there.

Oh, but for those of you non-Facebook pals, she has actually, finally, after only a few months posted about the nasty tick disease thing.

The link is here to her blog. It is not as boring as I thought it would be as she writes about ME! as well as boring pharmacology and the disease and prevention and all that sort of stuff humans are interested in. Anyway I feature first in the post so that is good.

Another reason I haven’t been around is because she went to work with Master. She discovered a C.A.T. called Oscar. He was rescued from the cattery place here in Gib. They became friends, sort of. Until it bared its teeth at her. You should have taken me to work Misery, I would have sorted that little black monster.

Oliver supervising the decorating – hey Ollie! get off my dogblog!

But I was busy guarding my flat.

In my undertable den

My nose, I mean, my news…. or maybe both

I felt rather out of sorts. I lay on my sofa and watched Misery making my breakfast.

‘Master’ she said, observantly. ‘Look, Pippa is not doing boundaround for breakfast, he mustn’t be well’.

I have to hand it to her, that on occasions, she can be quite bright.

Eventually, I staggered off my sofa and ate my brekkies. It was ok, nothing wrong with it, but I didn’t feel well. I left a few bits just to show how poorly I felt.

‘The last time Pippa was so poorly was when he had the nasty tick thing,’ she said.

Gently she felt my beautiful snose.

‘I think there may be cat claw in there,’ she said. Not that she had a clue how to get it out.

Clever Master wandered over and fixed it. Pulled out the nasty offending piece of C.A.T.

And then by lunchtime, I was doing boundaround again.

Pawly me, actually not so pawly here, on a toast hunt I think

Now, Misery wrote about Andalucían day on her blog so I want to write about it too.

It is the annual day to celebrate our communidad in Spain, by which I mean, my communidad, seeing as I am Spanish.

And guess what? In my village, they decided to hold a race and bring it past my gate so that I could watch it. I must be a very important Pippadog.

But it was tiring watching all that running. So I went to sleep.

What else happened while I was in Spain? Oh yes. They cut a tree down because it was pushing the wall out. It fell on my spinach patch.

What is going on?

Can’t say I was impressed with that. So I got it moved.

Keeping an eye on this – from my spinach patch

And another thing. When I google my blog name, why is it linked to porn sites? Huh? I am not interested in porn, and I don’t like my blog being associated with it. Horrid people, stop using my very nice blog for your very nasty purposes. I do not like porn, just like people abused me as a dog, I think it is abusive to women. But how do I stop being linked to such garbage?

Attacked

There I was, peaceably taking Master for a walk at lunchtime or thereabouts when I was attacked!!

We were wandering leisurely up the hill, to turn around at the middle gates and go back home for my Lunch! or Master’s lunch, or somebody’s lunch. But this horrid spitting, hissing, swirling thing threw itself at me and thought I would be lunch.

No. Pippadog is not luncheon meat. Even on a lead. What is a dog to do? Oh it was a C.A.T. by the way. All C.A.T.s may wish to skip a few paragraphs here …

Anyway, I grabbed hold of it and chomped. Chomp, chomp, went the Pippajaws (note to Misery, if you groom me any more, you too, will feel the Pippajaws) but the huge pest was clinging to my snose. My beautiful snose.

Master told it to go away. That was pretty useless and he realised it. Luckily he carries a stick to ward off wild animals, wild dogs, wild cats and wild people. So he pushed the cat off my snose with his stick. He may have also hit it a tiny little bit.

What else was he going to do? Feral cat, no doubt fed by well-meaning people, attacks innocent dog. Without the tiniest bit of provocation. I am the first to admit that a good cat chase is often in order, but this was totally unreasonable. Master did not want to see me with my eye taken out, or lots of claws stuck in my face, so he stuck up for me. Or sticked up for me.

Well, then we went back home and kind Nurse Misery looked after me. I must say that one of her better traits is looking after poorly doggies. She put some yellow stuff on my snose and said nice things to me. There are times when I love Misery, even if she does paint me yellow.

One side

And another

A close-up

My paw. For a change. Investigating outside my gate.

Wrecking Checking out my spinach patch again. Note the yellow snose still.