Saturday, July 17, 2021

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?...


Thursday, July 08, 2021

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.













Wednesday, June 09, 2021

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..."



 

Sunday, May 23, 2021

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.



Monday, May 10, 2021

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!

Monday, April 05, 2021

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.






Thursday, March 18, 2021

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.




 

Sunday, February 28, 2021

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.


Wednesday, February 03, 2021

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. 

Wednesday, January 06, 2021

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.










Tuesday, December 22, 2020

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).


Thursday, December 10, 2020

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.


Tuesday, December 08, 2020

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).



 

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

In Continent. In My Field


It's Autumn in My Field.


In the Evening, Zara was in My Field All Alone When B A N G!!!

Phizz, Whizz, Pop and BANG BANG BANG BANG!


Why was poor Zara So Frightened?

Fireworks are Guy Fawkes' Fault, Person says.

Person Tells Me that I'm DEAF.


Bang. Pickle Barked. Person Threw Pickle Food.

Person Threw Me Food. Person Threw Milly Food. 

Person Threw Zara Food. 

Poor Zara was Too Scared to Eat. She was Shaking.

There are Lots of Autumn Smells in My Field


Anyway, Person says I'm Incontinent as well as Deaf.

Doubly In Continent.

Can I be in Two Places at Once?

In Europe? Out Of Europe? 

I was IN My Field.

And Here I am OUT of My Field




 

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Escape

Last Week A Plough from the Big Field Crashed into My Fence. 

Person could have Lost Me. She could have Lost Millie and Zara. She could have Lost Little Pickle.

Eleven Years Ago when I was Four, Person DID Lose Me.

She Didn't Know she had Lost Me.

Here is what I said in my Blog in 2009.

(I did More Writing when I was Younger).

MY GREAT ESCAPE

"Every night, while I am Asleep in bed, a Little ANIMAL comes into our field and Runs Around.
  

The Little Animal comes in through a Little Round Hole in the fence. 

Every morning I Sniff and I Follow where the Little Animal has been Running Around in our Field. 

But SNIFFING where the Little Animal has been running around is not what I want. 

I want to FIND the Little Animal. 

So, while Monty the Mont, Marmite and Milly were all in the house, I went to the Little Round Hole where the Little Animal comes through the fence. 

Very quickly I made the Little Round Hole into a BIG Round Hole. 

I didn't find the Little Animal, but I did meet two Very Nice Ladies. The Two Very Nice Ladies let me jump into their car. Onto the soft seat! 

We went for a ride. 

Because my Person is the Dog Lady, people bring Found Dogs to her. 

Usually it's the Found Spaniel from over the road or the Found Alaskan Malumute from down the road. 

Person went to the Kind Ladies' car. It will be that Found Spaniel from over the road again, she said. 

The Kind Ladies opened their car door so Person could take a look. 

IT WAS ME! 

I said Goodbye to the Kind Ladies and I said Goodbye to the Builder who was by our house and I said Goodbye to the Man down the road who was watching and I said Goodbye to the Postman who was there too. 

Now there is Sheep Wire over the Little Animal's big hole. 

But Sheep Wire won't keep the Little Animal out! It is not a Sheep. 

I think it is a Weasel. 

Sheep Wire won't keep a Weasel out."

Here I am in 2009.


Person no longer Comes Home each day Smelling of Other Dogs.

She sits Talking at her Desk to Persons Without Smell. 

Persons Without Smell Talk Back to her.

Zara Sleeps.


Pickle is Busy


Milly Watches.


Anyway, I have a New Collar.

It has a Magnet in it. 

Persons says my New Collar with a Magnet in it Helps my Aches and Pains.


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