My last chance

Or so Misery says. To post on 29 February for four years.
Huh. Feeble excuse.

A dog is not allowed enough computer time.

Anyway. No chat today, more later, just pix for a special day in four years. I do have lots of news and lots of replies to bark to you all, but it will have to wait or I will miss the date to post today, it is nearly midnight and I could be Cinderella, so to bark. And perhaps the last chance I have for four years to accept the proposal from the sweetheart of my dreams. Skye ……..

So here is a slideshow for you, if it works. We were trying to run away from Misery, of course. It’s ok, there are only seven pics, no need to groan out loud, at the prospect of 1001 photos. I did keep looking to make sure she was following though. Important to keep an eye on her.

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Can you spot the differences?

Bah!! Ten days without a post while Misery has been faffing with HER boring old blogs.

And – I even missed Valentine’s Day so I couldn’t send a bark out to all my wonderful past and present girlfriends. Pippasigh. Harooo.

Anyways, as I went to Spain at the weekend, I thought I would write about my Spanish life, and see if you can spot the differences in my life.

So I won’t write any more but the clues are in the photos.

And because Georgia Sweetest Pea Ever Ratatouille and Ralph have said they want to see photos of where I live, I have included a couple of non-ME photos. They are sort of part of my mini-quiz anyway. (Far more photos of Gib and Spain to be found on Misery’s silly blogs Roughseas and Everypicture)

When we turn off the motorway, we always stop here right on the beach so that we can stretch our eight legs. And Misery calls at the boring supermarket over the road. This is looking down the coast towards Málaga city.

Seaside walk

My very favourite activity of all (apart from chasing catz) – lying at my gate.

Me and my gate

Off we go up the track for our walk.

Smiling in the sun

Need to check out all the smells in the grass since I was last here.

Having a close sniff

Am I supposed to be having my photo taken?

I've posed enough, gotta keep sniffing this interesting grass

And – the weekend’s already over, we’re back walking around the city again, just about to leave through one of the gates – Prince Edward’s – in the city walls. If you look closely you can see it says it was built in 1780.

Prince Edward's Gate

Curled up cosily in my Gibflat once again, under my tableden.

What’s in a routine?

Now that Master has a new job we have changed our routine. Well he has changed our routine to be more accurate.

So for your edification and comparison with your own routines, here are mine, old and new. This does not include my Spanish routine which is different again, we are talking Gibflat only here.

Old routine


Master gets up around 5.30/6am, makes coffee, drinks a couple of cups, and then we go out.

Meanwhile Misery, of course is still snoozing away.

When we return, Master makes his breakfast (unless he decides to wait hours for Misery) and we eat his toast together.

Some time later, Misery blearily staggers into the sitting room, makes herself tea, and finally does something useful. My breakfast. Yay!

A couple of hours later she decides to eat something so I share that with her.

In-between all this I bound between my sofa, my under-table den, and on the floor guarding Master’s chair. There isn’t a lot of choice for a large dog in a small flat but I try and be as inconvenient as possible.

In the middle of the day, which is a Spanish middle of the day, ie 1-3pm, we go out for another walk. And then it is lunchtime when I come back.

After lunch, a nap is called for. Usually under my table. And then nothing else really happens until I go out late at night or whenever master and I feel like it. Sometimes it can be in the small hours of the morning which is nice because it is very peaceful out on the Gib streets at those hours.

So what’s different with my new routine?

Well, we get up at the same time, but before I go out Master has his breakfast and leaves my walk as late as possible before he leaves for work. This is because, there is no lunchtime walk as he doesn’t get time to come home, so I have to wait until teatime. The whole day with boring old Misery. As soon as Master comes in – out we all go.

After my walk, I get tea instead of lunch, which is ok. I can live with that – it is still the same meal. Misery then gets on with their tea, but before they eat it, we all go out for another walk. This is because I have missed out on my lunchtime walk and they want to take me out again. Who am I to argue?

Then Master is tired and he falls into bed, and sleeps all night through.

Saturdays and Sundays however, are the old routine, because Master finishes at lunchtime on Saturday and doesn’t work Sunday. It’s all the same in the end though – eat, sleep, walk, in varying order.

Anyways, my walks are fun because there are always people to meet who want to say hello and stroke me. And sometimes there are girlfriends to meet too.

I met a puppy the other day. He was five months old and wanted to say hello so we did sniffy noses. And then he got a bit uppity and started to paw my nose and try and jump up so I gave a quick growl to let him know I was in charge. Didn’t seem to make any difference. I must be losing my touch with pups as well as girlfriends.

Here are some photos of our late evening walk the other day. When I say photos of our walk, I mean photos of me. This is a dogblog, not a Gibphotoblog.

Here we are at the start, I'm deciding which way to go

Pippa was here

We've crossed over to the old sea walls and we're going down the ramp now

Walking through the old battery

Through the old archway - look how nicely it has been restored and floodlit

Hey Misery! I told you this is not a Gibphotoblog or a Gibhistoryblog!!

Having a good sniff around the flower beds

Wandering through a new car park next to the ramparts, it is a nice place to walk

Always gotta be on alert - what do I see?

No blogger wordpress comparison today, it’s the weekend so taking time out from that. BUT, if any of you pups use Misery’s gmail address please note they have disabled her account now!! (Pippa, rolling on floor laughing MAO under my table den).

A blast from the past – those girlfriends

What better month to write a post about girlfriends than this one??

My very early dogpals will remember when I had a lot of girlfriends, and at one point I had a rather nice reputation as a Casanova of the Dogs with Blogs world.

But these days my double-figure list of girlfriends is very depleted. Some of my favourite ones have sadly gone to the bridge, others have stopped blogging – and – a couple even had the cheek to ditch me. Said they wanted a younger dog!! or one who only wanted one girlfriend.

Anyway, lo and behold, who was the first dog to comment on my last post? The wonderful Sophie La Flirtador, aka Sophie Brador, or Sophie La Brador. Take your pick.

And what did she do when she commented? That’s right. Complained. She complained that even though she hadn’t blogged like for nearly two years, she expected to be on my new useless WP blogroll. There’s no pleasing some girlfriend is there, so if you look at my blogroll, and see a lot of Sophies – they are all her.

Sophie was one of the leading ladies in my film. Well, I didn’t actually get to make the film, but we had got the plot pretty well sussed, and lots of character roles and all sorts. Anyway, for anyone who doesn’t remember it, or hasn’t read about it (even Misery and I had forgotten half of it) – here is a link.

Four years ago - another hard day working on the movie project

I think maybe I shall revive it. I can put some new characters in it. I am sure Africa, Arie, Ciara, Fab Flo, Georgia, and Nala, to name but a few potential stars, would guarantee sales.

We need to think about this seriously Misery. No taking your eye off the ball this time!

We’ll obviously have to include the Budapest detour now, for Asta, rather than NY, but that’s no problem, it’s probably the nearest place to me.

Then there are other new friends like Ruger, Rumpydog, Bongodog and Ralph the big dog, and, Phantom, Thunder and young Lightning to keep an eye on Ciara. Of course, I’ve just remembered, Tommy in France is the very nearest pup to me, so he definitely needs to be in.

At the time JB was the only cat in there, but there are all the lovely Chans who live with Tommy, and maybe a horse would be fun if Vidock was willing? And my other new cat pal, Cat Mandu, may want to purrowl around the place.

Anyone interested in being a filmstar, just leave me a note with your preferred type of role and we’ll put something together.

On a sadder note (for me), the former Casanova fared very badly at trying to take Mayzie to the Valentine Ball. Boooo hooooo! along with my pal Monty and one other, I got the lowest number of votes. I suspect that could be because Misery voted for the donkey instead of me. He was rather handsome, stiff opposition there.

Now, it may be Valentine’s month, but it is also Leap Year, when lovely pups can ask their boyfriends to marry them. Four years ago Sophie gave me a half-hearted proposal. This was on the lines of, ‘well you would be ok I suppose if I had to, but I’m independent so let’s leave things as they are’. I barks at you, how to hurt a dog’s heart.

However, I have higher hopes this year in my girlfriend Skye (who absolutely will get a starring role in the next version of the film). And if anyone else wants to ask me, that would be great too because – you don’t have to mean it, I’m too old and set in my ways to get married – I just want to be asked.

Note to Misery: DON’T forget to buy Skye’s Valentine card. And remember it has to get to America.

So much to think about .......

.... Girlfriends, Valentine's Day, rejections, proposals, movie screenplay ....

I think we'll take a break, I'm tired after all that thinking

Oh and today’s Blogger or WordPress comment is about spam.

Some time ago, a lot of us Bloggers were inundated with endless spam written in strange characters. Pippa the linguist thought it was Chinese, Misery isn’t sure. Most of it was asking us to buy medical stuff for male persons who had er – well – the sort of problems a dog with lots of girlfriends doesn’t have. (That’s why I thought it was a relevant topic to go with my girlfriend post).

Anyway Blogger sorted it out, and it stopped and as far as I have seen there has been little spam filtering through on Blogger.

WP has an interesting spam setting though. It uses something called Akismet whatever that is, but you can set it to accept or reject a certain number of links. I think that is really clever. If someone is spamming your posts and including an advertising link on their signature – they don’t get through. Very big PippaPaw up for that one. I won’t name and shame, but I’m not advertising dog fences for nothing on my blog (I probably wouldn’t do it for those inedible paper notes either).

If you want to read more, I have written an Advertising Policy up at the top, which is basically a no-advertising policy.

And final comment on spam – both Blogger and WordPress seem pretty good at filtering it out these days, but WP steals the edge with its settings regarding links. A narrow win there for WP.