Rain is boring

It's been raining for like forever (M: four days), and where I am now there aren't dog parks, or any decent place to walk a dog for that matter. More on this next time. As of now I'm totally bored, and I so  have to resort to chewing Dad and Master's shoes to pass the time (I have been notified in not uncertain terms that I'm not to unstuff pillows any more, no matter if they look abandoned or not. Nobody mentioned shoes and slippers though, hehe).

In other news, Master has calculated that in one year he would walk me about 1300 times, for a total distance of at least 3000 km. So it was only to be expected that he selected pixiewalker for his flickr handle - if you are on flickr make sure you follow stalk him and comment his photos make fun of his meagre skills, this will teach him that his time would be put to a much better use if he spent it all playing with whatever little brittany doggie he happens to have at home.
 

Goodnight and kissies :)

Cast page updated with Dad

We moved in the country, but today there is not much to do because of rain and other annoyances, so we have updated  the Cast page with a short profile of Dad. Dad is arguably the most important human person we have at home because he is my legal owner and always gives me treats, so check it out.

I make funny faces to cheer up Dad

Dad is often seen in these pictures because Master is on the other side of the camera trying to make it work. Plus, I tend to stick with Dad when he comes out for a walk, because I must protect him from dangers and also help him to dispose of any dog treat he should have in his pockets. This means that the pictures with Dad and me are much less likely to get blurred that the ones taken while I play "bite-my-ass-if-you-can" with my dog pals. Unless Master really screws up, that is :)

Now Dad is smiling, but the stupid lens made my nose look big.

Since we are talking of pictures, Master has just realized to his huge dismay that he has a Flickr account on account of having a Yahoo account.
So now he will be compelled to post some of his less suckful photos on flicker for everyone to laugh at.  More on this later...

Pixie the Little Brittany Dog Goes Social

Master read the Wikipedia page about Brittany Dogs, and found out that allowing Brittanies (?) to socialize is extremely important, lest they become shy or aggressive (I'm neither by the way, my socializing strategy is giving kissies to any dog that's larger than me and to their masters as well - works fine most of the times).

Giving kissies...

...  works like a charm :)

 However, the bottom line is that I have gotten my own Twitter account. Master is still trying to figure out how to cobble Twitter buttons and gadgets on the blog (M: and fix the pillow that Pixie just chewed...), but in the mean time you can memorize  @_pixielittledog, which at some point will start to produce meaningful twits.

Stay tuned...


   

Project for a rainy day

Master is messing about with his computers and tablet, he says he has found a way to take pictures of me without being actually in the same room. Like he could manage some good snapshot when he is present, haha.

I got hold of some of Dad's socks and handkerchiefs, and I took them on Master's bed.  I plan to chew them into little pieces, some of which I will definitely eat.

Die, evil hankie !!!

What ? Are you looking at ME ?

Damn, busted :(

(M: these pics weren't made with the remote camera I'm trying to put together, which I will describe in another post. This time I just heard the sound of ripped garments in my room and went there to check...)

A day at the vet.

Master took me to the vet today. Usually I don't mind - it is a pleasant walk, and the doctors are always nice to me (I always give them kissies, just in case). This time however things got complicated.  For some reason (M: it's called a check up.) the vets required a full set of my bodily wastes, which required Master to perform some weird and extraordinary antics in the middle of the road in order to collect the stuff - however this was done before sunrise, and nobody took notice. 

Reenacting the ending of "A Clockwork Orange" on the scale

Then the vets pricked me with a number of needles, helped themselves to a good dose of my blood, put me in a x-ray machine to see what I had inside (which strikes me as redundant because at that point they already had samples of all my contents - did they think I was holding back something for the next day ?) and generally made me a victim of improper behavior.

At the end however the vets gave me a treat and told Master that 1) my health is perfect, and 2) that I am the bestest dog they ever worked on (apparently some of my canine fellows have strong reservations about being stabbed in the throat with a needle), so I gave them kissies and went back home.

Home Decoration

While Master keeps meddling with things he should probably leave alone (M: I bought a new camera, more on this in a few days), let me show how you can improve the look of your living room.

As a rule the rooms where humans live tend to be rather boring places that miss the joyful disarray of - let's say - a kennel in a dog shelter, where you can move stuff around and chew mostly anything without being shouted at. The good news is that you can easily recreate that easygoing atmosphere, for both your benefit and your masters'. It is fun and easy and it doesn't take much effort, you just have to chew books and stuff and put the byproducts in the middle of the room, where your master will notice them and be happy.

Here I turned the rug upside down and chewed the anti-slip, then I selected a couple of books from the shelf and ripped off a number of pages. Later, while Master was calling Dad to show him the improvements I made, I sneaked in the bathroom and fetched a roll of toilet paper and Dad's electric razor.

Unfortunately Master forgot to take another picture (I suspect he was overcome with joy for having such a creative and helpful dog), so my creation went unrecorded. Next time I do hope he will be more careful, it is not like I can do this every week or we will run out of books and other chewables in no time.

 This is an demonstration of the stealth technique that little brittany dogs are famous for. I ripped to pieces some supermarket advertisement that nobody was reading anyway, then I went to sleep near to Dad, who was watching the telly and didn't hear a thing.  This way you can make a nice surprise to your masters, and they will pet you and give you treats for having been so good a dog.  

Note: Don't mind if your masters pretend to be angry.  They only do that to prove themselves that they are the pack leaders or some other thing that the vet recommended them to pose as, but then will take pics and share them on the social networks and force all their friends and even casual strangers to look at the pics and rejoice in secret that their dog is so smart.

And if they don't, then you can always give them kissies.

Testing...

Master is trying to figure out how the post editor works. It is safe to assume that it will take forever before I'm allowed to post.

Me and Rubber Chicken II wait for Master to figure out Blogger.