My human blogs and I thought I should too. I have a lot to say, after all. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pippin Alexander and my title is His Royal Bratness (HRB). I stated the title to mom – which is what I call my human – when we very first met. The name came a little while after. She decided on Pippin, after the naughty little hobbit in “Lord of the Rings.” Alexander came weeks later. Most people call me Pippin or Pip.
When mom first met me, she was a bit disappointed. She wanted an adult poodle or poodle mix. I was a six-month Bichon mix and she wasn’t too thrilled about having to house train a dog, so she told the lady at the rescue that she would take me for a week on a trial basis. When mom picked me up from the rescue, I’d just “had my mind changed” (which is a funny thing to call the surgery since it was closer to my back end) and the vet said to keep me calm that night.
Well, calm was not in my vocabulary. As soon as I entered my new home, I blitzed. Mom tried to hold me to calm me down. No way! I was so happy I just had to blitz! I blitzed and blitzed – ran all through the house, jumped on and off every single piece of furniture, splashed in my water dish, and repeated this many, many times. When mom saw how happy I looked and realized I was having no discomfort at all, she laughed. To this day, she always laughs when I blitz!
I soon took over the house which had been prepared for my arrival with chew toys, squeaky toys, dishes, my own blanket, and my own bed. It was all pretty nice, but I made it clear that I would be sleeping in the big bed. I chewed up the blanket and destroyed the doggie bed.
The one thing lacking was that the house didn’t smell like me, but I soon fixed that – much to mom’s unhappiness! She says all she did was clean up the royal pooh and the royal pee. But that’s not all she did – she got to watch me blitz frequently and for long periods of time, and I blessed her with my affectionate nature.
April 10, 2015 – HRB Pippin Alexander (Dr Mari B, secretary and editor)
Jolie now understands why says adores Pippin!! She blitz around the house. She tackles the boys poor Jacques has flipped in the air she’s hit him so hard. As far as the smells well she has made it her duty (pun intended) to make the house smell like her.
Jolie, no wonder we love each other so much! ❤
PIP IM LOVING YOUR BLOG YOUR MOM MUST OF THOUGHT YOU WAS A HANDFUL AT THE BEGINNING BUT ROYAL PUPS ACT IN ROYAL WAYS AND IM GUESSING SHE LOVED AND LAUGHED ABOUT EVERY PART OF YOU …YOU SWEET LITTLE PRINCE BRAT YOU ARESUCH A LOVEABLE LITTLE GUY KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK WE,LL BE BACK TO VISIT AGAIN ……. BAILEY
Hi, Bailey – I kept mom in stitches for most of my puppyhood, and I’ll write about some of those things. Thank you for stopping by.
You sounded just like me on my “change my mind” day! Mom was so afraid I would hurt myself. Silly humans, right?!
They can be a little silly sometimes. Mom and I checked out your mom’s store – nice stuff! Thanks for visiting my blog!
We love your blog Pip. You’re such a little charmer. It is a delight to read about you and your adventures.
Thank you! There will be more stories . . .
Love the blog! Love you.
Aw . . . shucks . . . thank you. 🙂
Oh Pippin, you are too funny! So glad you convinced your Mom to become your slave!
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Brodi!