Snowy goes to town

I have been busy tracking our new harnesses via the ParcelForce website. A strange message came up. They tried to deliver our parcel yesterday and if we don’t arrange to have it redelivered it will be returned to the UK.

Um, I think what they really mean is that it has been delivered to customs and Misery will need to go and collect it today or tomorrow but clearly ParcelForce doesn’t have an option for that one. She also needs to buy her half a dozen Christmas cards (I wish the Gib SPCA sold cards or if they do we’ve never seen them), book an MoT for my Landy, sort our insurances and various other bits and pieces. However, I am pleased to see she is was keeping up to my blog. For once. Next post will have the Pippa review of our new harnies and leads.

Little rat is trying to eat my breakfast.  No chance Little One

Little rat is trying to eat my breakfast. No chance Little One

Anyway, on with the tales from our first reunited weekend together.

September 2013

Snowy’s Diary – 6 – Ouch! and, I am Podenco

The next day started out well. I went out without BFD into the big rumbling thing. It was fun. Up and down the dirt track we went and into town. To see someone called Pedro.

Pedro said I was chulo and made soppy noises. Then he said I was a Podenco Albino and I was very rare. Rarissimo in fact. How special am I?

Podencos are Spanish and Portuguese hunting dogs. We are a very old breed descended from greyhounds in North Africa. We were brought to the Iberian peninsula (and the Balearics) firstly by Carthaginians and then later by the Moors.

LW’s Observer Book of Dogs refers to the Ibizan Podenco and says:

“It has maintained a high degree of purity and is valued as a hunter and watch dog.”

Does hunting toes count?

“Two Ibizan Podencos were shown at Crufts in 1929.”

Her Blandford Book of Dogs says some Podencos have been crossed with local sheepdogs. But when she asked Pedro if I was cruzado (cross breed), he said, no, I was Podenco puro.

So there we have it. I have a distinguished heritage, and should grow up to be medium sized (Pedro told us there are small, medium and large Podencos), fast and with a racy body. I reflect my local environment. We have Carthaginian ruins just a short walk away, and, all around us in the fields with Moorish terracing, the town names, the architecture, are reminders of when Andalucía was part of the Moorish caliphate.

Then Nice Man and I went into a back room and LW hung around in the front uselessly. OUCH! I yelped in my loudest puppy voice. What was that? Nasty jabs for puppies. NM carried me back out and LW did strokies. Wimp. Her, not me.

There was lots of paperwork. I got bored and peed. LW dashed into the clinicy bit for kitchen towel and wiped it up. She asked for a mop but Pedro said they would do that. I was proud of my peepee. It went straight down on the floor and not over NM who was still holding me. Wasn’t that clever of me? It could have been a woman’s fault as she came over to stroke me. Pretty puppy me.

Anyways, it seems I am a strong puppy in good health with good bones. And although albinos often have sensory problems I have good hearing and good eyesight. I need to be careful in the sun though and not spend too much time outside when it is hot unless I am in the shade. My people wonder if I was thrown out because I am albino. It’s not nice to throw dogs out because you don’t like the look of them. When Nice Man was in the clinicy bit with Pedro, Peds said I wasn’t found outside the bin – I was inside it for two days!! Whether I was outside for five days or inside for two days, someone thought I was rubbish 😦 So a big X to Rocío for taking me in.

Pedro said if I had survived my first few days and not picked up any nasties that I was pretty tough and after my first set of jabs (for parvo) I could go out on the street.

LW had already bought a tiny harness for me when she got my horrid worming tablet, so that we (ie me) could practise wearing it. So next she bought a lead. They are both blue and look rather dapper against my snowy white fur.

September 2013

Snowy’s Diary – 7 – The travelling Podenco

I was having a fine weekend. Apart from the OUCH! jab.

Buenos días, Big Furry Dog

Buenos días, Big Furry Dog

Can I help you Pippa?

Can I help you Pippa?

I played and played with BFD and he stole my toys I let him play with my toys. He is meant to give me education, but he didn’t know how to play with toys properly so I showed him. And then he ripped my big piece of cane in half and took my plantpot to chew. He is a nice dog though and I am keeping an eye on his gate in his absence.

Good mates with Big Furry Dog - or maybe he's hiding my toy under his paw?

Good mates with Big Furry Dog – or maybe he’s hiding my toy under his paw?

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Sunday was a very busy day. I discovered how to dig to Australia.

My people have been there so I thought I would go too now I have my own passport. I thought digging would be cheaper than flying or sailing. But every time I started LW brushed all my work back. I think it will take me a long time to get there. Next, BFD decided to stop me going by lying in the way.

A bit later it was time to practise on the terrace with my harny and my new lead. But NM and BFD were going out so we all went out together. Such fun! But everyone has much longer legs than I have so I had to run to keep up. We went miles and miles and miles. I think. [Pippadog: a ten minute walk up the back – a few hundred yards]

Off I go, sooooo exciting - my very first walk

Off I go, sooooo exciting – my very first walk

Later we went out again. I could like this. So many smells. So much to see. A puppy’s life is such fun when you get past the rubbish bin.

Dirty Snowy. Why didn’t you wash your face before you went to bed?

Dirty Snowy. Why didn’t you wash your face before you went to bed?

Note from Pippadog editor:

Podencos are often abandoned at one or two years old. Because they are used for hunting in their early years when they are young and fast, once they are past their usefulness, they are chucked out. And presumably, some new ones take their place, and so continues the cycle of abandoned dogs.

Snowy’s Diaries

Being a nice dog I am allowing the Little Rat to post excerpts from his diaries on my blog.

So without further ado … introducing Snowy. The rubbish bin rat.

August 2013

Excerpts from Snowy’s Diary – 1

My Rocío took me in her car for a ride. I don’t know much about my Rocío. She found me at the side of a rubbish bin when I was a few days old.

Some people had asked their vet if he knew of any dogs who needed a home, so my Rocío emailed them. A month later we went to visit to see if we got along. They couldn’t take me straightaway because the woman had stupidly injured herself and because I am so young I’ve not got my passport yet.

But the nice man decided they would take me straightaway. The limping woman looked horrified as she knew what that meant. Three months of coping with a new puppy when she couldn’t even walk properly.

There was another huge dog there. His tail was bigger than me. I pulled it anyway.

After a couple of days the nice man and the big furry dog had to leave for WORK. I was left with limping woman.

I wasn’t sure what she was. A mama? A sibling? A toy? A food provider? Or all of those in one? She certainly has tasty toes. I don’t remember my mama or my siblings.

Just over four weeks old and I have had a busy life already. Three homes so far: the side of the rubbish bin, Rocío’s home, and now this one. Maybe another one before the rubbish bin? One for every week of my life.

Me at a few days old

Me at a few days old

Me with my new master

Me with my new master

Such a big person to lie on

Such a big person to lie on

Me on my, I mean our, rug

Me on my, I mean our, rug

Puilling the big dog's tail

Puilling the big dog’s tail

My blog, so here is a pic of me, just in case anyone has forgotten what I look like in the last few months

My blog, so here is a pic of me, just in case anyone has forgotten what I look like

Weekly photo challenge: lunchtime – for Pippa

I gave her ten resolutions for new year. How many has she kept up to?

Two. I ask you. Just two out of ten.

She curls up in a tiny ball on the sofa sometimes, NOTE only sometimes (resolution number five), and she has fed me tasty tablets and toast (resolution number nine). But no more than usual. Maybe that’s only half a resolution?

That’s pretty pathetic isn’t it? 20% is not a pass rate Misery. Go the the bottom of the class.

Oh, you can’t, you’re already there. Well, move down a class then. Bah.

What is this photo challenge thing? I am not photochallenged. I am extremely photogenic.

Some rubbish about if I don’t let her write this it will be another three months before a post appears.

OK. Lunchtime.

Well that’s easy.

Here is their lunch. It should be mine.

Shall I flip the plate or just jump up and grab the sandwich?

Shall I flip the plate or just jump up and grab the sandwich?

More patient waiting. How patient can a dog get?

Here we are. My favourite service station.  (They are all my favourites).  Soon there will be crisps or chips. Yum.

Here we are. My favourite service station. (They are all my favourites). Soon there will be crisps or chips. Yum.

Here are our crisps and bottle of water. They should all be mine. Well the crisps should, although I don’t mind sharing the water.

What did I tell you?  Crisps. Pippadog LOVES crisps. Only the healthiest made with virgin olive oil of course

What did I tell you? Crisps. Pippadog LOVES crisps. Only the healthiest made with virgin olive oil of course

Here is a fine lunch. Harvey in Gib, except I’ve not managed to catch him yet and now he has moved away. It must be because he knew I was just on the point of catching him for lunch. Or breakfast, tea or supper. Who cares?

Cat sandwiches for lunch?

Cat sandwiches for lunch?

Here is what happens after lunchtime.

Let sleeping dogs lie

Let sleeping dogs lie

Or this. A dog needs a choice of where to nap.

Let sleeping dogs lie. Take two.

Let sleeping dogs lie. Take two.

Silly photo challenge. Write me a proper blog post next time Misery and DON’T FORGET to visit my friends. Do I have any left after this extremely lengthy absence where you have been boring everyone on your own blogs?

See you all again in June. If I’m lucky.

Photos taken with iPhone 3G. No fiddling taken place as I am handsome enough not to need my photos to be tampered with. Even the cat didn’t get tampered with, although he would if I had got my paws on him.

Pippa’s New Year’s Resolutions.

No not mine. They are for Misery. Being a kind helpful Pippadog, I thought she could do with a few pointers.

1 Those huge chucks of fur look particularly attractive Pippa, but I won’t pull them out. Better to let them fall gracefully onto the floor. (Very good Misery)
2 Especially, I will not pull them out at breakfast time, when you are busy enjoying your tasty Waggs and gravy and left over foods.
3 Speaking of which, I will get up earlier and try and feed you before 7am when you come back in from your early morning walk with Master.
4 I will not steal your sofa. Ever. Even when I am sick and poorly, I appreciate it is totally yours.
5 OK, well if I am very poorly, I will curl up in a tiny ball so there is plenty of room for you.
6 I will try not to sit on it during the day either, although it seems to be ok for Master to sit on there with you.
7 If you see a cat, I will let you chase it to your heart’s content (Oh! Yes!)
8 Same with rats and mice.
9 I will give you those nice anti-arthritis tablets every day. I made the mistake of telling you they were treats so I now realise you expect lots of them. I will also make more toast, pizza and chips.
10 I will keep up to your blog and visiting your friends. (Just Ha! Misery. Ha!)

With which I wish you all a happy new year, and suggest you also write some resolutions for your people.

Whether or not they keep up to them is another matter.

Feliz Año Nuevo
nye2012

Annexing my sofa :(

A dog is not a happy Pippadog.

My blog has been abandoned. Nearly as much as me, when I was chucked out on the street.

However, the good news on the horizon is that Misery has put her blogs on the back burner which means that MY BLOG should receive some attention. Well for a short while at least.

I apologise to every single dogpal and personpal who I have not replied to or visited and all that, but it is not my fault. It is hers. I hope I have made that clear.

Secondly, Misery was poorly and annexed my sofa. This was a huge problem.

Just because she grew up on it a million years ago (50 or so I think) does not mean it is hers now.

IT IS MINE.

She draped on it for days, looking like some sick melodramatic mediocre primadonna. Or maybe a secundadonna.

I tried to do my normal routine within the flat. I lie under tableden. I then move to next to Kind Master’s lovely chair and flop down there. I then move to my sofa. But wait! There she was. Invading my space.

I glared at the sofa. I glared at Misery. I looked beseechingly at Master.

‘Sorry Pippa mate, she ain’t moving. Can’t help there.’

I flopped off back to tableden and proceeded to glare at Misery from underneath my hideyhole.

Whenever she feebly spoke to me, I ignored her.

Now, I have a tale to tell about annexing my sofa because I have to confess I learned that word from Misery.

Once upon a time, very many years ago she worked in the UK health service. See, this is relevant ‘cos she was sick on my sofa. Health and sickness go together it seems.

She had lots of boring meetings to go to with some self-important people, but she also met some good ones. One of these was some Director of Oncology Services. I think. Anyway, Pippa the Pharma knows this means cancer services and this was a super important clinical oncologist, that means he knows about radiotherapy and chemo.

When they first met, they had a spat. Misery often does that with people, but afterwards they got on well together (that doesn’t normally happen) and worked hard to improve services for patients.

One day they were chatting at the end of a meeting and he was talking about going down to London. He had a flat there.

On a recent journey, he had booked his ticket and his seat for the train and turned up. Only to find it full of a group of Germans.

‘This is my seat,’ he said politely.

‘Ja, we are sitting here now,’ said the merry group of Germans.

‘Oh no you are not. You might have annexed Poland, but you are not annexing my seat.’ *

Trevor was quite an impressively large man. They moved. Schnell, in fact.

So there is an anecdote for you which I find quite interesting myself.

In fact this happens in Spain on the buses too. People grab the wrong seats and then there is a silly game of musical chairs. Or so I am told as I am not allowed on the buses 😦

But the moral of the story is – don’t invade other people’s space.

Which includes MY SOFA.

* For the benefit of younger readers, the Germans ‘annexed’ aka invaded Poland, which actually led to the start of the Second World War.

I leave you with a happy slide show of me not only on my sofa but waiting for tasty pizza. What more could a Pippadog want?

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Tia

I have a lot of friends.

Well, most people in the street seem to want to love me.

But I was absolutely delighted to meet the vampire puppy from upstairs.

I have heard her so many times when she barks and I know she is my neighbour so I wanted to say hello.

Oh. Those of you who read Misery’s silly blogs will know we have vampires who live above us.

They sleep during the day, wake up at night, chatter away and then arrange their coffins first thing in the morning to fall back to sleep. Or something like that. According to Misery.

Master and I were walking out of our flat and – there was vampire puppy and smiley vampire person (who Master and Misery like, it has to be said, she is such a friendly vampire).

Misery dashed in for her camera and managed to take a few decent pix.

Don’t you all love to have a beautiful vampire doberman pup as your neighbour? She is quite adorable.

* Note to Skye * no pup is quite as adorable as you.

Isn’t she cute?

Hello Tia, let’s get close 🙂

I think you are a bit of a flirt……

Hey! Look at these teeth!!

And these paws!! What is she doing??

I think the PippaPaw needed to come down but sadly Master told me no.

I’m not sure what to think about you at all

In fact, here I am drooling for vampire woman who is so smiley and cheerful….I’ve forgotten about Tia and her paws

Paws. For effect.

Pippa’s Pre-Nup

I think that is a rather snazzy title. Not that I have important assets, well, only furry me, but one needs to be clear about a future life with another pup. I have sort of learned this one from Master and Misery.

I would be grateful for any suggestions.

1) My darling Skye (my lovely husky girlfriend who has accepted my acceptance of her proposal, oh well you get the idea) has an extremely attractive surname that even Misery is learning to spell. Not too sure how good Misery is at pronunciation but that has never been one of her skills.

I don’t expect my sweet Skye to get rid of her surname, in fact I insist that she doesn’t. I love independent and thinking females. I could become Mr Skye’s Surname in fact 🙂

2) Master and Misery don’t have any pups. I think that is a good idea. There are too many unwanted pups out there, and older dogs too.

Little Skye/Pippa pups would be lovely. But every pup we have will be one that doesn’t find a home.

I think we can be happy without pups. Maybe we could rehome some?

3) Barking of happiness – sofas and our mutual interest in four wheel drives is a good start. My Skye likes to ride up front and I am happy to snooze down the back of my Landy. I think that is most workable. There is always room on my sofa for a beautiful dog although not for Misery. We can fit around each other. Skye and me I mean. Not Misery. Two is whatever and three is a crowd.

4) Snow. I don’t think I would like that at all and I am so not coming running with you all in your husky sled teams so forget that one. Totally.

5) There is a small matter of a large pond between us. I think perhaps we may need to agree to spend time here and there and wherever. So long as it doesn’t involve cold wet snow or wet feet or anything like that for this so-called husky cross.

What do you all think?

Anyway here are some sunny photos. This is what I like. I hope Skye will enjoy the sunshine with me too.

With which, I also hope you will all join me in wishing her a very happy barkday for today. Dear Skye, many happy returns to you and hope you are having a wonderful day. xx

Skye probably won’t have got my card yet, and we haven’t sorted out all your presents but we are getting there!! Maybe treat it as a wedding chest when our package finally arrives?

Some weekend pix to share…

My rather nice side profile I think

Note my elegant paw? The dog about the pueblo me

Still elegantly poised, or posed, and managing to keep an eye up the street too

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