Pipa's back!

Aloha dear friends! I'm back!
I'm so sorry I've been away for this long... my hoomans have been really busy at work, so... at doggie school they don't really teach us how to blog, so... BOL.
Well, let's see. I've been doing some blogs checkout today and tomorrow. And I'll be posting about my latest adventures.
Let's see, I have a quest to answer, 'cause I've been tagged a long time ago by my dear friends Paco and Milo. It is called the Fifth Photo tag and these are the rules:

1) Open a document or file folder.

2) Click on the fifth folder.

3) Open the fifth photo.

4) Post the photo and describe it.

5) Then tag 5 other bloggers.

Here's what I came upon.

I was 10 month old and this is one of my favourite spots to play at the house. A child, you see. Far faraway from the absolutely groovy teenage-frolicker I came around to be. In the other hand, at this time I could pee and poop at the house, and that was so much confortable. Well, I guess that responsability and sacrifice cames with age. :)

And now, I'd like that all my friends that would like to play this game... consider yourselves tagged too!

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Later on (I've been such along time away that I lost track of things!) my dear Homer was a sweetie (as always) and gave me the Honest Weblog Award (oohhhh... it sounds scary!).

"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog”. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"

Here we go, 10 honest things about me:

1. I'm basically like Homer. I'm immoral with food. I'll do anything for food: sit, stay, stand, down, run, came here, vacuum, go shopping groceries, learn to drive... If my crazy hoomans tell me something to do without any food in their hands... naaa... I don't really think so.
2. I just love bananas and apples. It's my desert after dinner, everyday. I may be sleeping or doing my business, but whenever I hear that magic sound of the knife cutting the apple...... My heart starts beating and I start drooooling.
3. I'm not scared of the vacuum cleaner at all, but I'm still scared of John's car. My first trip to Lisbon, when I was 8 weeks old, was tough for me, 'cause I was really scared.
4. I greet averyone with thing on my mouth. Anything, anyone. Once I see someone who looks like willing to pet me, I imediately try to grab something. If there's nothing around, I just grab the trousers, skirt or sweater of that specific human.
5. I'm a happy dog at the beach, running around in the sand and jumping to the water.

6. Since I'm a little puppy that I lay down with my back legs like in the photo above.

7. I love to play and know other dogs and I rarely show fear. I'm always wagging my tail!

8. I wake up E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y at 07:30 a.m. No exceptions.

9. There's no way that I'll be away from my humans if we're all together in our house. I'm always near them - or one of them - no matter what.

10. I love eating grass. All humans should try it, and they maybe they would understand this gourmet taste for that green dish. :)

Here's my nominees:
1) Dino
2) Lorenza
3) Honey
4) Byte
5) Pu
6) Sugar
7) Luna

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I've been going to the beach so many times that I'm actually thinking of learning how to surf. :)
We've been having sunny days around here, so, I'm allowed to run off-leash like a sand-and-water-maniac-fool at the beach. At those times, I feel happy as a birdie in a garden (or as a golden near the water).
Here are some photos.

I believe that one day I will find a treasure in a hole. A big gold bone or a big sac of grass.


... modeling....

(this look like one of those videoclips of a girl wondering around in the beach, with slow music, thinking of her loved one... BOL)

This is basically me being me. Look at my groovy face. Ears shakin' rocks!

*THE SHARK music*

*THE SHARK II music*

(ok, it's the same, ok)


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My not-so-puppy-anymore classes are working great. I'm actually learning how to behave. Well, ok, 3 or 4 minutes. Ok, maybe 6 or 7. Not more. We can't get our humans used to a good behaviour all the time. It is called doggie leadership. Hum hum. In my next post I'll be bringing some proof photos of my growing knowledge. :)