Saturday, 23 July 2011

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Posing

All this posing can be absolutely exhausting daaahling ... and even when you're taking a well-earned break you can find a camera being pushed in your face ...




We are wippitts of many skills ... as well as those you've already read about, you can add Posing For The Camera. This is something we've been doing much of lately - hence the paucity of recent blogs. We have been far too busy looking our very best while the Madwoman leaps around clutching a camera and excitedly squeaking things like "Hold it right there!" and "A little more to the left!" While this isn't too bad when you're enjoying a snooze, it's downright inconvenient when you're in mid roll on your back, scratching that itchy place ... Mind you, this posing stuff does have it's good points - plenty of bribery in the form of treats, although we feel it's about time the Madwoman got that last piece of liver bread out of the freezer and started dishing it out.

What's it all in aid of? We did think it might be because the Madwoman is working on a new dog book, but it turns out she's entering us in an online dog show. It's certainly a lot less stressful than going to a real one, so we suppose we should be grateful. If you would like your own Madperson to enter you, then jog over to http://www.sighthoundsonline.org.uk/ where you can check out the rules. It's all in a good cause, although we're hoping we don't win - we believe the prize is a portrait, which would no doubt mean yet more posing ...

Monday, 11 July 2011

Yes, we know

Cute

Cute

People often stop to comment on how cute and sweet we look. It's a talent worth having - it often resuts in food - but it's not one we can teach you. You either got it or you aint.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Type casting







Angel gathers her thoughts together













It has come to our attention that some people think that we don't really write this blog. Don't typecast us simply because we're wippitts: we're just as capable of writing as any other breed, and a lot more capable than most humans. Of course it's difficult for us as we don't have fingers -but a gravy bone clamped firmly between the teeth works just as well when it comes to tapping out a message on a keyboard. It's a good idea to work when you aren't feeling too peckish though, otherwise the temptation to snack on the gravy bone can become too great to resist. But it does explain the brevity, or even the non-existence of some blogs. After all, as people keep telling us, we're only wippitts.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Roll 'em!


video


Lights! Wippitts! Camera! Action!


It's not true that we spend all our time napping (although we are pretty good at it) and to prove the point we thought we'd post an all-action clip. Careful not to blink though or you might miss it ... not because we're running like the wind (which we are also pretty good at) but because the Madwoman is a bit useless with the camera. We went slowly, to try and be helpful, but to be honest we think the Madwoman is probably beyond help. What we really need to show us at our best is a professional film crew. If you'd like to enlist our services, feel free to enquire, but remember our last post: we don't come for free, or even cheap. We might consider getting out of bed for ten thousand gravy bones a day though. Each.


Friday, 1 July 2011

Nothing In Life Is Free

Good enough to eat ... well, to lick thoroughly at any rate





As Oscar Wilde once famously remarked, "I can resist everything except wippitts". Much of it is to do with the way in which we have not only mastered the art of being cute, but of turning it into an art form. The only problem with being so irresistible is that people will rush over to ooh and aah over you, without first asking if their advances will be welcome.

"Are they a bit timid?" the Madwoman is often asked. No, not a bit of it (as long as you don't all crowd round at once - we do like a bit of fresh air you know). If we seem a bit retiring it is because more often than not, admirers are empty handed. As we are constantly being told ourselves, Nothing In Life Is Free, and we are forced to sit, lie down, wave paws in the air and do all sorts of other demeaning things before the treats are doled out in a rather miserly fashion.

We really don't see why this rule should only apply to us. We think it's being species-ist. So in the interests of fairness, next time you see us, do by all means come and say hello - but only if your hands are full of treats. You want to stroke us? Fine. But remember - Nothing In Life Is Free and we will expect to be paid. Handsomely.