16/10/2026
P**i is a two-kilo car alarm with a Toy Poodle attached.
The moment the engine starts, so does P**i. What follows has been described as a high-pitched soundtrack somewhere between sheer panic and uncontainable excitement. Nobody has quite worked out which one it is. The same performance accompanies trips to her beloved groomer, where she arrives sounding deeply traumatised before happily soaking up every minute of attention.
Off duty, P**i—or PIPIPOOCHYPOO to her friends—is a featherweight bundle of fluff, often mistaken for a puppy. Born in Rangiora on the centenary of Armistice Day, she now calls Auckland home. Sweet, sociable and affectionate with people, she’s also perfectly happy to be left alone.
Her ideal day involves favourite people at home, then a trip to the beach with her loyal toy entourage. Justin Beaver, Baba Elephant and Lenny have all survived the journey so far.
Back home, she spins for visitors, treats and family arrivals, sleeps beneath Mum’s duvet, and keeps a watchful eye on the neighbourhood. One neighbour’s bikes and scooter remain firmly on her list of suspicious vehicles.
Tiny? Absolutely. Quiet? Not a chance.