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easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY

MISCHIEF MOANDAY
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HAVE A LIPSMACKING GOOD MONDAY ALL
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easyblog SMART SUNDAY

 

Hell-o to Easy’s sunday class..
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TODAY:
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THE WEATHER

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Hell-o Class!

 

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Hell-o Teacher!

 

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Are you still there all?

 

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A Miracle!
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The weather is a thingy invented in the United Kingdom because it comes from WET ( n’ wetter) what’s mostly the case there and from “whether you like it or not”, that means you can’t change it. That can only  the weather-guy we know from TV. Because of the fact that you can only become a weather guy when you have a mentality like Grumpy Cat, the weather mostly is B.A.D. That’s a german word and means the chamber of torture with the bathtub inside

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…and therefore bad stands for things what are definitely NOT good.. like the weather…

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The weather has a great influence  on  our pee-mails…

 

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If it is wet, we have to write it under an um-PEE-rella, otherwise they rain will wash our ink away that’s called “deleted mail”… or you can send it as a message in a bottle… that’s called Pee-r then…
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If it is dry&hot we also have to use an um-pee-rella, to protect our brain or it will get shivelled and useless. it’s embarassing to write brainless pee-mails,  what will land in the spam-folder.
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In  rare cases the weather can be bad in a very uncomfy way… that’s called winter…and not even an um-pee-rella can protect you and your special bodyparts from icicles and chilblains. Therefore it is better to stay in your crib and to write your pee-mails on house plants, butt better as an “anonymous sender”… 
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don’t sign it with your name or leave  other personally stuff behind…  or you will be the litter bug (LITTERally) and you will land in hell…

 

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…or in front of a drumhead-trial… just saying…
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Because our earth is a slice where peeps&pets live on both sides, we have a difference between the bottom side and the topside.  That means while we have bad weather with sun and heat on the topside, the peeps and pets on the bottomside have bad weather with cold and frost… oh and btw: therefore this part of earth is called down under…

 

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Savvy? Great!
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oh wait… if you made a mistake while writing the address of your pee-mail…
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…then the mail goes RETURN to sender, like Elvis said and namely with the MAILERDAEMON who eats you all with neck and crop!
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 So, think it’s time for Lunch break, class!… run for your life… Bon appétit!… to me

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HAVE A SMART SUNDAY ALL

 

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easyblog When…

…THE POSTMAN RINGS TWICE

Today is MY day, honestly…

In the morning my dad brought me a mail… it was FOR MOI…. what else… and  I immediately asked: Who’s the sender? Who? Who? Who?

Mom took a look on the envelope and said it came from Hazealagreta...huh?….Maaan she is such a…pretzel !

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it came from BAILEY, HAZEL & GRETA!

WOW! WHAT A SURPRISE!

Even confrontated with the fact that she can’t read I allowed her to open my mail…

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and there was a pug-card inside! and a minipug from pug&dogart! isn’t that supercute to have your own little pug on your side? The little pug will ride now in the Elephant Skate with me, it got a place next to the tree-rat (it still smells great!) I’ve got from Sweet William. Maybe the pug can pee on my mom when she starts to drive in her “Twister-style”…

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and then… then… then there was a bag. WITH TREATS! wow that was tasty! Bailey, Hazel and Greta wrote me that this treats are magic because they make me rich! Ha!

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ok, they wrote they ARE rich and that means I can’t swallow all including the bag…. because that bag has a lot of calories :o)

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butt look at this happy pup! Is that a happy face? YES!

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Many thanks to the pugs of Idaho and their peeps!

…butt I wrote the assassin what pretends to be a post-guy came TWICE…

He really came, this time masqueraded as a DHL guy…

my dad brought a box in and he thought it’s for me too… yeah why not? he didn’t expect  something except bills and she remained silent about eventual  criminal activities…

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I grabbed that box and tried to open it the Weim-Way… or another…

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till a dragon landed in my bedroom screaming and fire-spitting… because the box was for her…

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she interrupted the box fight just that moment I started to destuff that thingy…

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and she grabbed the stuffing of that box… pfff who cares, I still have the box…

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while my dad tried to solve my tooth-made box-puzzle, the dragon draped  herself with the stuffing of that box and paced up and down in front of the mirror… like snow whites stepmother…fortunately we have just a common mirror from conforama and it can’t talk… or laugh…

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…and I was totally exhausted of all that adventures…. many thanks to Idaho Pug Ranch – you made my day! and to Mango for making my mommas day and my daddy’s doomsday

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Once a dog-expert said,  pugs were not invented to assist people or to work like hunting dogs, herding dogs or guarding dogs. Butt nevertheless they have the hardest job ever: to bring joy to the world. And that’s not easy, that’s for sure. Butt today they brought joy to me and to my 7 stomachs, so that saying must be true…

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HAVE A SUPER SATURDAY ALL

 

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easyblog FRACTURED FRYDAY HAIRY TAILS

 

HELL-O Friends,
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the phrase  is…
When I opened the box, I was startled to find…
Once, many, many moons ago my mom met a guy at the GYM who invited her for a trip to a car race. Mom thought, that’s better than to sit at home alone like a spider in the cellar and  she said YES.
The guy came to pick her up… with a Porsche what looked like the one James Dean had once. Even with the number 130 on the front and the sides… butt…
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it wasn’t a real ride, it was a thingy you can tinker together  when you buy a car kit, tons of plastics and trash and a ginormous  0.5 hp-engine of a VW BEETLE  under the bonnet. The sound of this pitiful 0.5 horses was similar to the sound of a sewing machine. That’s poor so we better call that thing a POOR-sche.
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HOW EMBARRASSING! And not only the ride was a pain in the arse, the guy was a MEOWRON too. After a painful afternoon with his ridiculous tittle-tattle  fortunately the heaven knew mercy and it started to rain and all the people ran to their cars… or their nailed diy-projects…
The Meowron asked my mom for a drink of his bottle what was in a cooling box between my mom’s feet. The Meowron preferred such bodybuilding-swill what he mixed together at home and what he filled in a common soda bottle and what you have to shake like crazy before it is useable.
When my mom opened the box she was startled to find… a real soda bottle with Sprite next the guys “magic-potion”  . Mom shaked the  real soda bottle like crazy and offered it to the Meowron. As he opened the box bottle he was startled too…
WOAH! Not even a mentos-bomb has such an awful devastating force like the well shaked Sprite!
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Have I mentioned that it was quasi a double-date? That guy met my mom the first and the last time… and always when he saw her later  at the gym he looked in a different direction…
Who said soft drinks aren’t good? They are better than you think!
HAVE A SUPER FRYDAY ALL
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 I’m with Janice while I have a Sprite:
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Oh Lord would you buy me a MERDE-cedes Benz?
My friends all drive POOR-sches, I must make amends…
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Cheers!

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easyblog WEIRD WEDNESDAY

 

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Today I join MENTAL MAMA and her 7 weeks of weird:
WEIRD HABITS
That’s NOT easy because all our habits are weird. Butt I will share a weird thingy of my Momma with you:
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My mom can’t drive with two hands,  she is far away from the “at ten minutes to two-grip” she learnt at driving school.
She always has her left hand on her right knee to help her stilt to step on the gas, that’s called “dual-speed” then…. With her right hand she picks up the steering wheel up gingerly… as it it would be a rainworm or a spider..
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The three fingers on the wheel and the hand on the knee lead sometimes  to a  letter where they celebrate her as a traffic-cowboy . Butt that kind of  fame is not for free and it costs  45 euros ( more is not possible the ride has only 84 hp)…  Oh and guess what? Even the system we have to pay that fines here is weird… You have to drive to a tobacco-store or a bar!!! (probably to celebrate the fine you’ve got) first.
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There you have to buy stamps, called “timbre amende” that means “donation stamps” amounting to the Fame Shame-diploma you’ve got.  Then the tobacco-guy sends the numbers of your stamps to the idiots who placed the radar trap on your way… …although that is declared as a “donation” you can’t write it off against the tax…what a travesty of justice! Butt anyway…Je m’en branle…. back to weird:
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It turns weird-weird when my mom has to use indicator… because  her left hand is still welded on her right knee and so she has to use her left knee to lock the steering well while she maneuvres the indicator with her right hand over the steering wheel.
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Sometimes her wrist hurts, because we have a gazillion of roundabouts in France and it’s not easy to turn your wrist like a contortionist. To smoke a cigarette while driving or to manage the sound on board of the Elephant Skate is a challenge and her pitiable passengers mostly close their eyes or send their last will via sms to their family… except my granny. She never drove a car and she only has  a class A driver license and therefore she thinks fate would have it so…
No one knows why my Momma  does that,not even herself… and I feel sorry for her driving instructor in the aftermath… BTW: I just saw the clock of the Elephant Skate today… I’m afraid we move to a state what Mr. Burns would call nuclear meltdown risk…
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HAVE A SUPER WEIRDNESDAY ALL

 

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easyblog AWARD TUESDAY

Many moons ago I’ve got an award… ok it was on july 13 :o) and even THIS year :o)

it was the Shine On Award

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and I’ve got it from Hawk the Chesapeake Bay  Retriever who lives in the next country after the ocean in FLORIDA. Here you can find Moles in Holes, Gators, GIANT!!! Birds and snakes (I had to write that small or my mom would run away) and GINORMOUS plants too!

Many thanks HAWK !

Rules for this AWARD:

- visit&thank the blogger who nominated you – see above
– acknowledge that blogger and link back – see above
– share 7 random things about you- see below butt don’t tell it, ok?
– nominate  up to 15 bloggers, provide a link to their blog in your post and notify them
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7 things about me

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- I will turn 5 this year, can you believe that? and it was just yesterday they brought me home…

- as I was in St. Brieuc I met a Weim girl what was totally interested on me … but I ignored her… Mom said I’m a doofus, because she was cute… yeah… maybe…  butt honestly have you married the girl your momma picked for you?
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– I have a weird bedtime ritual: when we enter my bed, I wait till they have parked their butts, then  I have to go out.  For nothing.  I do that two times. Every evening. Except I’m dogtired, then I do that in the middle of the night…two times.. of course.. there must be order, right?

- I have another weird bedtime ritual: I always demand that they have to lift up  their blanket that  I can jump under the bedding. Butt I always wait a while till the air is cleaned till they are really awake… I do that 87 times per night…
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– I have a weird lunch ritual too: as I was a puppy I was such a pain in the ass that no one could have lunch without getting holes in legs or pants, so my dad decided that I can sit on his lap while he eats. I do that till today…

- my dad lets me pick the lottery numbers every week … just to blame it on me when we win nothing… come on dad dude, I’m a dog… how shall I know the right numbers? … and in case I will win, I never would share the wonga with him… I mean there is a limit on everything, right? here are the numbers I picked…

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oh and you have to add the number 29, because I swallowed it…

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- we have the weirdest doorbell of Britanny… no wonder that I bark like crazy, huh?
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I think I will pass this award to the first 15 bloggers who want to shine on a little…. we all need a little light when it is as  dark as … you know…

I will wait now for the next victim who’s brave enough to ring my doorbell…
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HAVE A SHINING&RINGING TUESDAY ALL

 

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easyblog THE GREAT WRITING PROCESS TOUR

SPEEDY the housebunny invited me for a writers tour and I grabbed my tail and my ink bottle  to write some lines:

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First something about Speedy, in case you haven’t met him by now: Speedy is a Himalayan Rex, what means he comes from a royal family in the Himalaya. But you haven’t to style him with Your Royal Highness, Speedy is Speedy for his friends and for his pirate-crew he is Captain Speedy the conqueror of all seven seas. He lives in a kingdom together with his mom and dad and therefore it is called United Kingdom. And if you want to read more or to join his brave crew, enter his blog:

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For the writers tour there are three questions to answer:

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1. What am I working on?

I try to write about the world like it is.. or like it could be… from the sight of a silvermistygrey weisenheimer through the eyes of his momma. Hope that makes sense… I also work on a book. By now this book exists just in my silvermistygrey mind, because I have no clue what kind of book I could write. So you haven’t to be afraid that another horrible book will enter the market, it will probably be an unfinished horrible book. And taht makes No sense, I know…

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2. Why do I write what I do?

Because I love to write. I live in a family of writers. My mom mostly writes e-mails or wishlists, I write my blog and my dad writes checks for my mom’s wishlist. Or his last will when the wishlist has more words than he can put number on that checks. Mostly my posts are born ad-hoc,  with the moment something happens in my crib and there are a lot of things I could write about. I rarely pre-write posts, just those what needs scientific research or bloghop-posts what have to be ready on a special day. Or posts like this one.

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3. How does my writing process work?

It started once in 2012  as I had a special Weim-question “Is that guy totally nuts or am I the one who’s nuts?” and I asked google. I found a blog, written by Olive the Weimaraner what answered my question. “Yes, they can drive you as crazy, that you have to leave the house for a while.”
While wandering through WordPress and Blogger, I suddenly found a world where people celebrate the birthday of their pets like a national howliday YAY!, where dogs and cats travel to the moon, where they have party’s and competitions, where they reach out their paws when you are sad and where they laugh together with you , when you are happy. Short, a place with people and pets who think like you and who feel the same. A place where you like to be and where you are welcome, no matter from where you come or who you are. A place what feels like HOME… probably therefore it’s called Home-page :o)

Two years later I always remember my first steps in Blogville and in the course of time the people and pets there are nearer to me than my neighbors in the “real world”. I don’t ponder about what to cook the next day or about the people who live around me. I rather think about a visit at the vet a citizen of blogville has to do, or about a test one has to pass. And I worry when I read that someone is not well or made a bad experience.

I think when I write a post or when I read your posts,  not one second is wasted. It’s worth the time, even when I don’t have it. I take this time, because away from reviews or tips you can learn something while blogging, what you can’t learn on a university or in school : togetherness, empathy and tolerance. And it seems that our real world need such features…urgently…

At last some practise about social networks & blogging:

Speedy had a contest and guess what? I WON! On thursday a post-guy came to my crib and gave me a mail.

It came from ASPCA, a humane organization what provides effective means for the prevention of cruelty to animals throughout the United States.

It’s a first aid kit for pets! wow!

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And it’s a real one, with antiseption solution, eye cleaner, dressing material and a first aid instruction.

It’s important to have such a first aid kit on board if you travel with the car, while hiking or on dog shows or dog contests. Even when you only walk around your house, as we could see some weeks ago.

I immediately brought it to my show-bag and it will travel with me by now to all places I visit. Although this set is perfect to be prepared for an emergency case, I hope that I or one of my friends will never need it.

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Many Thanks to you, Captain Speedy, many thanks to ASPCA and many thanks to all of you for the time to read my post.

Oh wait… I have to invite a blogger for joining the tour…

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Its Marbles, Cleo, Dinnermintz, Pickles, Doc, Forrest, Jock, Felix, Oscar & Miss Roo

 

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