Pipi The Wonder Dog – Let’s Talk Pet Series

I just wanted to state before getting into the post that I will now be running my ‘Let’s Talk Pet Series’ Everything Tuesday AND Saturday (instead of Fridays) as I want to keep my Fridays open for Giveaways.

Today’s guest post is brought to you by the ever so lovely Kat who runs a fabulous and beautiful blog called Femenish.com and I highly recommend you check her blog out!

About Kat


I’m a fashion and wannabee travel blogger (femenish.com) from Auckland, New Zealand. I love chips, writing, reading and spending time with friends and family!

Pipi is the best dog in the world. Not joking. She’s my world, the one who comes to me when I’m upset and licks my tears away when I cry. Seriously, dogs are just the best. It’s true what they say, dogs are (wo)man’s best friend.

Some of you might be wondering why Pipi isn’t spelt ‘Pippi’ (as in Longstocking). The reason for that is because Pipi is a Maori word for an edible bivalve found in the sand in NZ. It’s pretty much like a clam. When I was little we would go hunting in the wet sand at the beach for Pipis (not the dog). We’d cook them until they opened up and my dad would eat them, or we would crack them open and use them for bait when fishing.

It was dad’s choice to call our beautiful fox terrier Pipi. And I have to say it is the perfect name for her. When Pipi was little, her surrogate mother was our cat, Jessie. Jessie was a very no-nonsense, yet chill, cat who didn’t put up with any naughty behaviour from Pipi. I never thought a dog and a cat could get on so well, until I saw these two. When Jessie died, Pipi noticeably missed Jessie.

She has a cheeky nature and loves food (which dog doesn’t?). When she was little she’d run up and down the beach after the tennis ball or a stick. We ended up having to stop giving her tennis balls because she became obsessed with them and would just rip the fluff off them.

Pipi also has a love of chocolate, which we all know is dangerous for dogs (one time she ate a whole huge block of Toblerone, and ended up at the vet getting her stomach pumped). Let’s just say she has an expensive palette. These days, Pipi helps herself to the pears on the pear trees. This summer she was usually found down the back of the garden pulling the pears off the tree and eating them one by one.

When my parents came to visit me in the UK, they left Pipi with our trusted dog carer. Pipi loves going to her place, and Rapunzel (the dog carer) loves looking after her. However, one day Pipi managed to escape through a gate that the postman came through. Rapunzel got home and noticed Pipi was missing. My brother and sister texted me to say Pipi has gone missing and that people were looking for her. She was found outside a house on the North Shore in Auckland, not far from where she’d been staying. She was howling and terrified. The animal control picked her up and my grandparents went to collect her from the kennels the next day. My Oma and Opa said that she cried the whole way home and then ate two cans of sardines.

There were some funny aspects of the story. There was a rumour on Facebook that she’d been seen running over the Harbour Bridge and that a cop had tried to catch her, and that she was spotted running through Victoria Park.

We were all just happy that she was safe and well. To be honest, I thought I was never going to see her again. When she was found, I just felt so relieved. I actually thought that I would never see her again.

Things Pipi likes:

  1. Food.
  2. The beach.
  3. Sleeping.
  4. Going for drives.
  5. Waiting for crumbs to drop down off the table at cafes.

Things Pipi doesn’t like:

  1. Little kids.
  2. Busy places.
  3. Other dogs (when she was younger she was fine but now that she’s older she’s a bit nervy).
  4. When people appear out of nowhere and startle her.

Overall, Pipi is a dog who just loves being around humans. I’m pretty sure she thinks she is human too. Sorry Pipi…

Pipi seems like such a wonderful, care-free and spirited soul! Thank you so much for sharing your lovely pet story with us!

And don’t forget that you can still share yours too! Just send your story to my email: Littletinkable@Gmail.com –

Along with a short bio of your and/or your pet, any pictures you want added and social media handles/links.

And as always thank you so much for reading! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and don’t forget to take a little time out for yourself, even if it’s five minutes to breath in silence.

Our little fluffy Angel

It’s been a long while since I have added to my pet series, ‘Let’s talk pets’ but I am finally starting to feel myself and I think I’ve managed to get myself back on track, so there will be a lot more pet stories coming your way!

Thank you all so much for your patience and without any further ado here’s the wonderful Karalee’s pet story.


My name is Karalee, and I from Texas, but I currently live in Denmark. On my blog Tales of Belle, I write about beauty, books, and lifestyle.

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Angel

When I was a young child, my parents adopted a husky-chow puppy and named her Angel due to her white color. Shortly after my parents adopted Angel, she became sick and it was discovered she had parvo.

My parents did the at-home treatment and Angel pulled through!

Since then, Angel grew close to me and my parents as well as our others dogs. As a puppy, Angel was very good and did not destroy our house. At one point Angel even taught herself to give paw when we asked her to sit.

Angel and her doggo sibling

When me and my parents moved to a new house, Angel slept in my room on my bed. She also had tons of outdoor space to run around, and she would take the occasional swim in the pond, but she hated when her paws got dirty when it was wet and muddy outside. She also enjoyed going for walks around the neighbourhood with our other dogs.

Since Texas could get rather hot and Angel had a thick husky coat I had to brush her frequently and she would enjoy her favourite treat while I did so which was the dog version of peanut butter ice cream. If I did not brush her enough, the whole house and my clothes would be covered in white hair. 

For, Christmas I would buy presents for my parents as well as for Angel. Angel learned how to tear open the wrapping paper, and she loved getting new plush toys with squeakers inside and new dog treats. She also liked showing off the new collars I bought for her and her shirts and sweaters which she would wear during the cooler months.

When I was packing to leave for university, Angel laid in my suitcase wanting me to bring her. I missed her while I was at university, but when I returned home during school breaks I always brought her treats and a new toy and she was always excited to see me again.

After I had my daughter, Angel would lay by her and watch over her. Angel was a great companion during the brief time my daughter got to know her. Sadly Angel passed away after I moved to Denmark, but I will always remember the good times I shared with her.

Angel and her new best friend

What a beautiful and carefree soul your little Angel had! I’m terribly sorry that she’s no longer with you but the memories you have and as you mention above, the brief time your daughter got to share with her are treasure you can keep with you always.

Thank you so much for sharing your lovely pet story with us!

If you would like to share your pet story simply:
Email me at: Littletinkable@Gmail.com
With your pet story, pictures and a short bio of your pet &/or you.
(If you have a blog and wish to add any social links feel free to do so!)
I look forward to reading (and sharing!) the next pet story.
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Let’s Talk Pets – Written by Hannah

This weeks, ‘ Let’s Talk Pet’s ‘ was written by Hannah, a amazing blogger who blogs about books, travel, her experiences among other things. If you’d like to check out her blog then CLICK HERE to be directed to PagesPlacesandPlates home blog page.

So let’s get into it!

What pet do you have?….A Millipede!?


When I tell people that I have a pet they usually jump straight to thinking I have a dog, cat, or some sort of rodent. The reactions I get when I reveal what she is are often varied… Sometimes curiosity, other times a confused look, and occasionally a look of disgust! I absolutely love Chongololo though… my wonderful Giant African Millipede.

I haven’t always loved millipedes – in fact, I used to be quite scared of them before I’d interacted with them properly. Living in England they’re not something you really come across… We have centipedes, but they’re tiny and bitey and so fast that they can freak you out a bit. My uneducated younger self made the assumption that a millipede was a bigger, leggier, faster version of that, when in fact I was very wrong.

Giant African Millipedes appear black at first glance, but they’re actually quite colourful.

If you know me then you’ll understand that I strive to love and appreciate every being, whatever species it is. I have a fascination with invertebrates and when I have a fear of an animal I do my best to overcome it. I’d never hurt an animal unless it was either about to injure me badly (or for some reason it was the only food source available but I’m hoping that situation won’t occur!).

The start of my fear removal of millipedes happened purely by chance, as I attended a bug handling show in Colchester with my grandmother when I was much younger. She was around 76 at the time and despite being petrified of tarantulas volunteered to hold one, describing it as “quite soft and nice, really.” Once I saw the unnerving millipedes getting ready to be handled I knew I had no excuse not to interact with them. I plucked up the courage and let the keeper place one on my hands… And I was quite surprised.

Giant African Millipedes are the biggest species of millipede in the world, growing up to 38.5cm, and are really quite docile (unless you attack them, in which case they’ll spray you with a light acid, but it takes a lot of provoking for that to happen). They walk slowly, their myriad of legs flowing in tandem like a Mexican wave, and they’re really quite timid. They can’t bite as they have no teeth – they have to dissolve their food before they can eat it. I likened the millipede crawling over my hands as similar to the feeling of Velcro, and it instantly made me relax.

Fast forward 12 or so years to 2017 and I find myself in Kenya, a stunning African country teeming with wildlife. I’m in awe as I realise that millipedes are everywhere! Not just Giant Africans, either… smaller, stripy ones can be witnessed within the foliage along with larger, red-legged ones – everywhere I looked I would see them. I became fascinated, watching them slowly inch across the ground exploring their surroundings. When the camp leaders weren’t looking I’d let them crawl onto my hands, feeling their pointy feet grip onto my skin. As weird as it sounds, I quite fell in love with them.

When I got back home I knew I had to have more interaction with these creatures, so I made the decision to throw myself into the exotic pet world and purchase one. We got her as an early Christmas present… She arrived curled up in a plastic pot from Pembrokeshire, complete with a heat mat and some symbiotic mites. My friend, owner of various exotic creatures, helped me get her set up, and I quickly settled into being something of an invert Mum.

Chongololo (which is Swahili slang for Giant African Millipede) is by far the most fascinating creature I’ve ever owned. She’s not cuddly and she doesn’t love me like a dog might, but I’ve learnt so much about her kind just from being able to observe her. She’s almost completely blind, relying on her sense of smell and her antennae to understand the world, and she gravitates towards dark spaces for protection – when I’m taking photos of her she’ll often headbutt my phone thinking it’s a cave! She eats overripe fruit and veg but also loves hardwood leaves, so I go out every so often to collect them from my town (you can imagine the looks from the locals). Sometimes you’ll hear this tiny crunching noise and it’ll be her feet traversing over the leaf debris.

Despite her lack of sentience, she’s also got a fair bit of character… I’ve had to rescue her before as she got her head stuck in a tomato skin! She can be incredibly shy, making me wonder why I feared them in the first place – any interaction will at first cause her to curl into a tight swirl, protecting herself from danger. She’ll relax after a while and will freely explore, though sometimes she’ll refuse to unfurl until I place her back in her coconut hut, which is a personality trait I completely identify with.

Chongololo may be a bit different but I love having her as a pet, and hopefully I’ll have her for a few more years (Giant Africans tend to live for around 5-7 years on average). If you’ve never considered an exotic pet before but find yourself intrigued then they’re a really great option – a different kind of rewarding, but a fascinating creature to observe. And if you’re currently fearful of them, I urge you to have a go at interacting with one… Once you see first-hand how timid they are you might just feel okay about them.

My Willow Heart

Today’s story is written by the amazing Chloe. Here’s a little about her and her cat Willow before we get stuck into her pet story.

My name is Chloe and I run a blog about mental health, eating disorder recovery and wellness. I’m from the north of Ireland and have been blogging over on Nyxie’x Nook for just under 3 months now. I love all animals but my my cat wins, hands down! Animals are such therapy, and love us far more than people ever could. Everyone says that their pet is perfect, the joy in that being that no one is wrong.

Will is a long haired tortoise shell cat that my partner and I adopted in September 2018. We’re not sure of her age or origins, we’re guessing she’s between 5-7 years old, and all we know is that she spent 4 years in the shelter.

She’s a lazy cat as far as cats go. We’ve tried playing with her with numerous toys but she prefers to sleep or watch birds that actually do much moving. Jackson Galaxy once said that every cat plays, you just need to find what they love, well Willow loves to sleep! And there’s just no way we’re changing that.

My partner and I had wanted a pet for some time after purchasing our first home in May 2019. A dog was too much work and honestly I wouldn’t be able to give a dog the attention they need. I would feel bad that he or she would be inside all day and if outside additional fencing would have been needed.

We took drive up to the local animal shelter on the 8th of September 2018 (my birthday), and had a look at what they had to offer.

We never intended to find a pet that day. It had been a bad day and I just wanted to see animals to help me calm down. We stepped into the cattery side of the shelter and almost immediately willow was pawing at the window on her door.

We stepped into the room (to this day we aren’t sure if we were meant to, but oh well) and Willow was rubbing herself around our ankles and sniffing our faces. When her room mate (Pixie) came over for a cuddle she quickly shooed her away with the swipe of her paw. We knew then and there that she was ours. My partner went and spoke to the coordinator of the shelter later that week, we had a quick home visit and on the 18th of September, Willow came to her forever home!

Now Willow is very much the queen of the house. She not only buts us awake at 6am (or earlier) every morning for food, but she also takes great pleasure in leading us downstairs or into the kitchen all day, everyday.

I was never really a cat person, although I admired them from afar, but since bringing Willow home I have become a full blown cat lady, in love with all the furry felines of the world.

Willow has her very own segment every Wednesday on Chloe’s Facebook Page, Twitter and Instagram! If you’d like to follow Chloe on twitter click on her username ‘ @nyxiesnook and you’ll be directed to her twitter account!

*I just want to remind people that they should go to a shelter instead of buying because there are so many cats and dogs that need homes!


^ Chloe also wanted me to add a little message, which I personally back up 100%.

If you have or have had a pet and would like to share your story then please email me your story with a few pictures of your pet/s (and you if you wish) to: littletinkable@gmail.com

And please don’t forget to comment, like, share and subscribe to my email list. Thank you for reading and I hope you truly enjoyed today’s ‘Lets Talk Pets’ Post.

I wish you all a terrific Friday and a relaxing weekend!

Puppy Love

Today’s pet story is told by the lovely Darcy.

Darcy of Preserving My Sanity lives in Minnesota with her husband, two dogs, one cat, four chickens, and a handful of goldfish. She and her husband enjoy cooking, gardening, food preservation, fishing, hunting, and camping. When they aren’t working on their hobbies, you might find them drinking a margarita together on their porch

I was 24 years old when I got my first dog as a Christmas gift from my boyfriend, and we drove in a snowstorm to pick her up.  She was a light blonde golden retriever, and she was perfect.  She was always the sweetest girl with the biggest heart, and I learned so much from her. During a hard and scary time in my life when my relationship ended, when I wasn’t sure what was next, she was with me.

We travelled for my job together for 6 months, as nomad pals. Everything we owned was in storage except what fit in my small car, and she hung out in her crate during the day while I went to work. In the morning and at night, we walked on the beach. She was always with me.

When I bought my first home, she and I spent the first night on her dog bed since my bed hadn’t yet been moved in. She escaped from the fenced in backyard that first week, and came to the front door scratching to get let in. She missed me whenever she wasn’t touching me, and she was so soft.

Her name was Dakota, and she loved to swim. When we went to the lake or to the beach, it was nearly impossible to get her to stop swimming. When it was time to leave, she would just keep jumping back in the water, just like the children at the swimming pool who continuously beg their parents for “just five more minutes!” She also loved peanut butter, stuffed animals, tennis balls, walks, snuggles, and her beagle sister.

When I met my (now) husband, she loved him just as much as if she’d always known him, and she loved it even more when she got to come along in the boat with us.  One time we were out fishing in the inlet and he cast his line out, and she jumped right off the boat to go fetch it. We struggled to drag her big wet butt right back up into the boat, and she didn’t do that again.

She was prone to cancerous lumps, like many golden retrievers. I continued to get them checked, and removed, and she was a pro at wearing the cone of shame. When she was 10 years old, she started having trouble regulating her body temperature and she was always thirsty. We took her to the vet and they diagnosed her with liver cancer, and said she had maybe about a year or so to live. I was so devastated. She ended up living 2 more years, until ultimately her body quit functioning properly and it was time to say goodbye.

I wrote this blog post: (https://preservingmysanity.com/2018/10/01/sweet-dakota/) about how to know when it’s time to say goodbye, as it was something I struggled the most with during the 2 years I knew she was sick.  I didn’t want her to suffer, but I also wanted her with me as long as possible. In the end, the decision came in the right timing and we said good-bye to our sweet girl.  We buried her in the yard, and planted a perennial garden there.

Today, we still have her beagle sister Mattie – who is 12 years old now and just had a (non-cancerous) lump of her own removed from her chest and is doing well.  We also have a 3-year old Brittany spaniel named Bill, who is a total stooge and character and reminds me of Dakota in so many ways. He is my buddy and I love him too.

My husband and I don’t have children, and I truly don’t see a time in my future where I won’t be the momma of 2 dogs. The saddest part of being a dog mom is that they don’t live as long as we’d like them to, but I will just love them as hard as I can while they are with me, until it’s time to recycle the love.

If you would like to share a story about your pet all you have to do is email me your story with pictures of your pets (and of you if you wish) and you’re story could be featured on my blog! I post them every Monday and Friday’s.

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The Unsung Furry Hero

Introducing the ‘Lets Talk Pets Series’ a series where I share YOUR stories about YOUR (or someone you know) pets. Here I’ll be sharing all kind of pet stories from heart harming to heart breaking, from crying to laughing. These are true stories of people’s pets or of people’s pets.

Today’s story is told by Danielle Calloway. Danielle Calloway currently lives in Ecuador as a volunteer teaching the deaf.  In her free time, she writes.  Her first novel, The Lost Child, based on a true story of an abandoned deaf boy, is now on Amazon. And with out any further delay here’s Danielle’s pet story! You can follow Danielle on Twitter by clicking on to her username – @AuthorCalloway

Charmaine and I were sitting drinking smoothies out of a plastic bag, watching the hordes of people in the bustling open market, when we saw a curious sight.  A dog walked up to a small bakery, sat down and stared at the owner.  She looked down at the dog and told him, “I’ll be with you in a minute.”  After attending to her customers, she filled a bag with bread and handed it to the dog.  The dog gently took it in his mouth and trotted off, tail wagging.

Seeing us watching her, she explained, “The dog comes by every day.  I can see that he’s well cared for and loved, which means he has a family.  The strange thing is, he never opens the bag, just takes it and trots off.  I figure he’s bringing it home to his family and they must need the bread.”

“Aren’t you curious to know who he belongs to?” asked Charmaine.

“Of course,” she said, “I’ve thought about putting a note in the bag, but I don’t know, I think I like not knowing.  And I don’t want the family to feel obligated to pay me.  This is something I can do to help someone in need.”

Fifteen years later, while walking my dog, a woman asked if she could pet her.  We sat down and as she pet my dog she said, “About 15 years or so ago, I had a dog.  He was the best dog I’ve ever had.  You know, he saved our family?  We were out of work, didn’t even have money to buy food.  I didn’t know how I was going to feed my children and they were crying from hunger.  One day my dog went out in the direction of the open market came back with bread.  He did that every day.  And it was bread in a bag!  At first, I thought he stole the bag, but since it happened every day, someone must’ve been giving the bread to him.  He never opened the bag, never ate the bread, just came every morning and gave it to me.”

As her eyes misted with tears, remembering her hero, I said, “Do you want to know what really happened?” and I proceeded to tell her what I saw that day, years ago.

I think we can all agree that this is one story I’m glad I read. What a good dog! And such a lovely ending to a lovely story about an incredible pet!

If you have story about someone’s pet or have one about your own and would like to share it please email me your story, at: littletinkable@gmail.com

I truly hope you enjoyed today’s first post of my new series of ‘lets talk pets!’ If you have any feed back I’d love to hear it in the comments below. Please don’t forget to subscribe, share and like. I hope you all have peaceful and lovely week. until next time!