Hello Milly! A Message from Beyond

HELLO MILLY! 

I have Been Waiting For You.

She is here where the Grass is GREENER. Where the Sounds are SOFTER. 

The Smells are SMELLIER. 

Like me, Milly can now RUN again.

We can RUN together around My Field.

We can Keep and Eye on Pickle. And Zara.

Monty the Mont is Here too!!!!! And Marmite!!!!

Here is Milly with Me and Marmite when she First Came to live with me.

Making It my Own. My Own Bloggle

I am Pip's Freelance Ghost Writer. 

Freelance means I Do It My Way.... 

PICKLE'S BLOGGLING.

So here I was Lickling out the yoghurt pot.

Today I shall teach you........

The Art of Pickling

Pickling is Ziggle-Zaggling.

Ziggle-Zaggling with Tail Wraggling

Ziggle-Zaggling, Tail Wraggling and Shniffling.

Ziggle-Zaggling, Tail Wraggling, Shniffling and Diggling for Moles

Pickling is Deaf when Person Calls 'PICKLE'.

Here I am Pickling:

I can hear Pip whispering in my ear. 

"It's not all about YOU!"

So here is Milly chompling a bone.

And here is Zara chompling a bone.

The Takeover

MY chair now.

Finders Keepers.

MY blog now.

It's still MY BLOG. PIP's Blog.

I shall be Keeping My Eye On You!

Ha Ha! MY blog now.

I'm Taking the Bull by the....... did Person move her foot?

Quick. Are we going out? 

I will be Thinking Outside the....... Person drew breath. 

Is she going to stand up? 

Is something going to happen?

Anyway Pip, Don't Look a Gift Horse in the ...... How often do I have to do this blogging thing? 

All's Fair in Love and ...... Shhh. What was that?

Did I hear something?...

Ghost Writer

Pickle is a BAD Ghost Writer.

I said...

"Pickle, Tell Person Hello I'm Here".

NOTHING.

Pickle is Too Busy.

Pickle is a BAD Ghost Writer.

Pickle now must Write MY Blog All By Himself.

BUT

It's Still PIP'S BLOG. 

It's not Pickle's Blog. 

Anyway, Here I Am with Milly. 

I WILL BE  WATCHING.

Hello from The Other Side

Here I am in My Field.

I Can See Pickle Pickling. Pickle Can See Me

I Can See Milly Milling About. Milly Can See Me

I Can See Zara. Zara is Happy to See Me

I Can See Person. 

BUT

PERSON CAN'T SEE ME.

Pickle - Tell Person I'm HERE! In The Folly.

"Pip's in the folly"

Pickle, Tell Person Come To Me

"Go to Pip"

Pickle, Tell Person to Hold Me. 

"Pip says touch him"

Tell Person to Hold Me and to Say You're My Lovely Boy Like she Always did

"I'm not Person's lovely boy, you are"

Pickle, Tell Person to Tell ME I'm her Lovely Boy

Not YOU Pickle. ME. I'm her Lovely Boy Not You

"Person tell Pip....what was that?............ A pigeon whoohooo..."

 

A Message from Dog Heaven

Pickle, Tell My Blog that I am YOUNG Again

Pip says he's young again. Was that a bang?

Tell My Blog I am Still With You. When I Want to Be With You.

I can go in MY Field. 

Pips says he's with us. I think I heard something......

Person hasn't heard it. I will have to tell her.

Person had a look. It's nothing. It's the wind.

Tell My Blog I Don't Feel the Wind

Pip says he doesn't feel the wind. What has Zara found? She's eating something.

Tell My Blog I Don't Need to Eat. Though I Can Eat if I Want to.

Zara's eating something Persons says is Revolting.

I Said Tell My Blog I Don't Need to Eat.

I didn't get to eat any of it.

I Said Tell My Blog I Don't Need to Eat.

Pip says he doesn't need to eat. Where is Zara? 

Did person move her feet? 

Are we GOING OUT?

Anyway if Pip wants me to write his words for him he will need to pay me.

Food will do.

Rest in Peace? No way!

 

My Field is Somehow - BIGGER.

The Smells are Somehow - SMELLIER.

I can HEAR again! I can Hear Birds. I can Hear Insects.

And here is Monty the Mont!!!!! And Marmite!!!!! 

I am SO HAPPY. Monty the Mont and Marmite have Come For Me.

And Who is That? 

It's Doyle, my Blog Friend from America!!! Doyle in The Flesh (so to speak).

Anyway, I was Born on May 10th. In a Rescue Kennel.

16 Years Ago.

And it's May 10th Today, the Day that My New Adventure Begins.

Pickle, Please Look After My Blog. But Don't Forget it is Still MY Blog.

Person, Don't Cry for me. 

You Can't See Me - 

BUT I CAN SEE YOU.

Rest In Peace? No way!

Shadows

My Back Legs Stopped Walking.

I was Going Back Home.

I Rolled Down my Field Steps.

Person gave me a Special Harness. 

I Will Wear my Special Harness All the Time.

Yesterday was Easter Sun Day.

Sun Makes Shadows.

Zara has a Shadow.

Person has a Shadow.

Anyway, It was Good Dogs Day on Friday. 

(Good Friday isn't Pickle's Day)

Easter isn't for dogs. Chocolate Makes Dogs Sick.

I'm Not Sick.

I'm Just Old.

I Am Tired

This week I am Tired.

I Sleep. I am Still Tired.

I am Too Tired to Blog.

Anyway, Pickle has The Last Word. 

As Always.

 

Oh Dear Deer

First Milly Sniffed the Air. 

Then Zara Sniffed the Air.

Then Pickle Stopped Pickling to Sniff the Air.

I Sniffed the Air.

Up High. Up High on the Bank. 

But not a Dog?

Yesterday Person Wanted a Picture of us all for My Blog.

Pickle was sitting on the Bonfire.

Zara was Taking a Break from Looking for Things to Eat.

 Milly was asking Is this Pigeon Poo? 

Milly was 13 Last Week. I am Nearly 16.

Sometimes my Back Legs Collapse. I Sit on my Poo.

Dear Dear.

Anyway, here is a Picture of Me. Thinking. Thinking About Walking Up the Slope and Back Into the House.

Out of Sink

Person says my Back Legs are Out-of-Sync.

I Wear my Harness all the time so Person can Help Me to Get Up.

Pickle has Found the Squeaker. 

Duck Looks Sad

Milly has Removed the Stuffing. 

Milly is Thirteen Years of Age Next Week. Person may Give Milly a New Duck.

What Revolting thing has Zara been Eating?

Pickle is Waiting to Take Over My Blog.

Pickle will Have To Wait.

Anyway, Dirty Duck should Go in Sink. 

Off With the Old. On With the New.

Off with the Old Pip?

On with a New Pip?

I am Going Nowhere. 

Not Yet.

Person says it's not a Happy New Year. 

It Might Be Happy New Summer when Person Comes Home Smelling of Other Dogs again.

But Person won't have a Happy New Summer without ME.

Pickle is Happy Rushing About.

Pickle is Happy Wrecking his Toy Tortoise.

Pickle is Happy Waiting for Person to get him out of HER Bed.

Milly is Happy when she has a Ball.

Here is Zara Waiting for Her Tea.

Zara is Most Happy When She is Eating. 

Anyway, this is ME when I was One Year Old.

My Back Left Leg and a Not Very Merry Christmas

My Back Left Leg doesn't Walk Properly.

But sometimes I can RUN. I Gallop like a Horse.

Pickle is Running About, Getting in the Way. 

As He Does.

Milly is Standing Looking. 

As She Does.

Zara is Looking For Something to Eat. 

As She Does.

Here I am in My Favourite Chair wishing you a Merry Christmas.

I can't Get Up there now.

Anyway, Person says This Year Christmas Is Not Merry. 

Everyone must Stay At Home.

(I Like Staying At Home with Milly, with Zara - and even with Pickle).

RIP Doyle

Doyle from The Other Side Of The World.

My Special Blog Friend.

The Vet couldn't Make Him Better.

Doyle Sent me this Message:

He will find a Good Field and Wait for me When I Am Ready.  So that I recognize him, he is Brown and White. He has Freckles On His Nose and his Tail Will Be Wagging.

I shall find that Good Field quite soon and I shall look for a Smallish Brown and White Dog with a Wagging Tail and Freckles on his Nose.

I shall know him as soon as I see him.

Jobs

What - ME??  I did That?

Person says "Don't Worry".

"I have a Latex Glove, I have a Poo Bag. I have Wet Wipes".

Me, I just Sleep.

Person says Pickle is a Clever Boy.

In The Night, when I do My Job In My Sleep, Pickle Tells Person.

Pickle Stands on the Floor beside me. 

Pickle Stands Very Very Still, Staring at Person

Pickle Stands Very Very Still, Staring at Person for a Long Long Time.

Person says she can Feel Pickle Staring at her In The Night.

Person says Pickle has Found A Job at last. 

Pickle is a Poop Detection Dog!

Here is Pickle with Zara on My Sofa.

I Must Not Forget about Milly.

Milly Looks Worried when Person Takes her Photo

Anyway, I am now Wearing My Coat when I Go Out into My Field.

It's Cold in My Field.

(I also do My Jobs in My Field).