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?


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