PIPAturday

Well, no more Saturdays around here, furry pups.
From today on I decided that instead of Saturdays me and my groovy hoomans are having... PIPAturdays. Yep! Know why? 'Cause Saturdays are basically all mine. All day long, me and my hoomans, hanging out, doing stuff, digging holes in the beach, going to school.
And today was one more of those happy full days!

In the morning we got up early (I mean, I woke them up early) and we head our wheels and paws to the beach. This was a new beach for me and I just LOVED it. What a wonderful place! It is called Portinho da Arrabida and my hoomans say it's one of the most beautiful places in the world (why do humans say things like that? Do they know all the places in the world?? They don't, right??? Gee.) Once I got there, I knew it was the time for me to start my treasure quest. I KNOW someday I'll find something really precious. As for today, I found a pretty rock.

My hoomans had lunch at the beach (it seamed like a juicy piece of meat, but of course I wasn't allowed to try it... how unfair is this??? I wake them up, I take them to the beach, I play with them there, I wait for them at the restaurant and what do I get?!??! Nothing. Nickles. Evil hoomans.)

Well, then we went to school. It was John's first time with me there, 'cause usually Carla attends class with me and John takes the pictures. :)

It's such a fun place. Well... I mean... sometimes it gets a bit hard for me... we have to sit, stay, sit again, heel, jump over things, turn around and then everything all over again, and more... I don't even have the time to take notes or anything... I do love the treats but it comes a time during class that I just lay down, turn my belly up and start my Pipa-strike. Yep. I do nothing at all. No sir. I just stay there, watching Carla or John getting really ashamed of what I'm doing in the middle of the class. BOL. I even think that's one of my favourite moments. :)

My (groovy) hoomans bought me bought me a bootiful toy there at the school store. It's really funny, it has lots of holes and it can be filled with treats and other toys. I hope my hoomans do that often, specially 'cause of the treats part.

Finally, I need to share something with you. Just when my hoomans thought that my artistic vein was over... I came up with this authentic masterpiece in one of the hallway walls. Isn't it absolutely gorgeous? Notice the deepness of this magnificient piece of art.

My piece of modern art is so amazingly good that my hoomans turned green with my talent. They even had difficulties in speaking for a while. I guess that's because I'm really good.

Antonio, my favourite human!

Today I come here to talk to you about my super-duper-best-friend, my passion, the man who makes me completely forget my hooomans. His name is Antonio and he is Carla's father.
He is absolutely patient with me, he plays with me, he gives me all kinds of food (when Carla's not looking, of course, I sure hope she doesn't read this), he pets me, he's always talking to me... ever since I was a little crazy pup that I just adore Antonio.
So, here's what I feel...

António, eu adoro-te, és o meu humano preferido!
Antonio, I love you, your are my favourite human!

Here are some photos of us at the beach last weekend, playing catch.

Beach maniac - The Proofs

I'm addicted, Every-Pup-Outhere.

The beach is my thing.

Here's all the proofs you need of this emotional fact, plus all the explanation to my motivation.

1. Once I get there, I get faster than Lucky Luke, faster than the wind, faster than Carla's slow camera. And it's my job to get in the water, you see. I have to dive, fall down, rise again, shake my ears... it's kind of my beach-job-description. Just don't ask me why, I haven't come up with an intelectual answer yet. :o)

2. I'm needed at the beach. I have to take care of all those surfers who need a, let's say, beach-traffic-coordinator. That's me, Pipa-the-Baywatcher (*Baywatch soundtrack*).

3. I basically need to dig holes (I've already told you about my hope to find a treasure, like a giant bone or a box of white napkins or socks) and I need to scrach my back properly. Everybody knows that the only place in the world where a happy dog can scrach his back is at the beach, 'cause of those... mmm.... medical-psichological-philosophal properties of the fresh sand (cof cof cof).

4. I need to make friends. Lot's of friends.

Do you every-pup understand this addiction? I bet you do. I really bet you do. ;º

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. :)

In loving memory of Lemon

This has been a terrible 2009 beginning.
Our prayers and thoughts should go to Lemon and Lemon's family, too.

In Loving Memory of Lemon
October 20, 2003 - January 27, 2009

In loving memory of Spencer

Our heart is broken.
Our prayers and thoughts should go to Spencer and Spencer's family.
Spencie... you are a bless.

In loving memory of Spencer.
March 1, 1998 - February 17, 2009