MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? last weekend I surfered through  da internet and suddenly I’ve got a message!

… there was a man from Nigeria who said I’m his DEER friend and because he is my DEER friend too he will give  me 1000000000000000000 euro bucks…

..WOOOOOAAAAH! … all I have to do is to say yes…

…oh YE$ YE$ YE$ YE$ YE$

….and now I  only have to give him the numbers from my card so he can send me the moneeh via wirement transfer… pretty cool huh?

…the mama the mama gimme your card and we will be rich within 24 hours… ok 48, because CA  is the lamest bank ever…

…what? NO? why? are ya crazy or what? We can get R.I.C.H. dudette… we just have to send some numbers to my DEER friend…

…butt the mama said no… I can not understand that… butt she is not the only legal guardian who ruined the future of her child… once howlicopter pawrents ruined her chance  to become da super summer star of Ibiza with prohibiting da 15 years old brat to fly to Ibiza-Springbreak alone and now she ruins my chance to become the euro-king of Nigeria…. sometimes the world stinks… and I bet my DEER friend is sad too that no one wants da gazillions…

HAVE AN EGGS-TRA RICH MO(A)NDAY ALL

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PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW

to a new round of Angel Sammys and Teddys Paw-ethaton… for this week they picked this photo prompt:

…pretty cool  such a house on wheels right? …and I remember that someonewhowantstostayanonymous always wanted such a rolling crib…

Once the mama dreamed big

and made my daddy angry and   sick…

She urgently needed a house on wheels

and it had to happen  head over heels…

They looked   online and found   such a crib

…but the price list was like a hit with a whip…

…and we also have no SUV nor a truck

to pull away that overpriced shack…

so she decided to discard such a wooden cell

for that price we can stay many nights  in a posh howltel.

HAVE A TREMENDOUS THURSDAY ALL

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? we had a mouse in the house… the mama spat fire like a dragon because we could hear that beast every night how it was on the way to destroy my crib… and the food… and it also shat it the salad… boy am I glad to be a carnivore… The mama sent my dad to town to buy mousetraps  and you will not believe what we found the next day in 2 of the 3 traps:

GOTCHA! evil salad pooper!

GOTCHA! rotten crib gnawer!

…. ewwww…naaah… I don’t want to eat it … it is stuffed with potatoes  and a cucumber and I don’t do veggies…

…but the question is, if we have not one mouse butt two… how much will be in our house in total? And how long will it take till the mice come back from the meadow next to our house into our house? And will they be that stupid to run in da trap again? So please all kitties of Blogville, come over and de-mice my crib…. my granny said she will not come until da mice are gone…. she is the one who spent a day on a table, missing her exam just because of a mouse… and we urgently need my grandpawrents here, we ran out of coffee and are  in need of supplies…. a mama without her morning coffee is like a ticking time bomb… just saying….

HAVE A CRITTERFREE WEDNESDAY ALL

TROUBLE TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? Last sunday  we drove to Rennes, the capital city of Brittany… for a show.

…this time we got no time for the judgement nor the numbers of the rings…

…and therefore we all came at the same time and that caused some traffic jam at the entrance… butt it wasn’t that bad so I could say hell-o to all other pups…

…BUDDDYYYYYY! … oh naaah it’s just a cousin, butt very nice…

…and then we hopped in da hall and parked our butts next to the ring with the GSH, because they are always with us and before us…

…butt not this time, we had an eggs-tra ring and fortunately a friend came over and told the mama that she better should spit in their socks because it’s her turn… NOW! …the mama gallopped over, furgot to ad my show leash, ran back and finally we stumbled in da ring like haunted by furies….

…and from that moment on efurrything went downhill…

…I was in Oscar the Grouch mode and the judge could not touch me, although she had a lot of patience with me… I acted up, bucked like a horse and jumped like a billy goat… I think the technical term is un-cow-operative…

…. boy that was no masterpiece of dog handling…

…at the end I’ve got no-judgement judgement … that’s not really what we hoped for…

…and  this time  no one grinned or laughed they all felt sorry for the mama me…

… butt fortunately the mama loves me anyway…

…although she hoped for a mothersday gift that day and looked a little sad… such a crapola after she worked efurry day with me…

…butt I promised to buy her a gift at Prada, that’s anyway better than just a ribbon… and it will bring  da smile back to her face…

…see… I was right, ha!

…and the dad will give me his credit card…

… even when it makes him cry…. needs must  when the devil drives, right?

…later the mama of Calix came over and together with the pawrents of Milonga and Glizenn  we celebrated our non-win  with 87 k calories…

….. to da 87lbs of belgian wafers with chocolate my dad  bought candy cotton, so the whole weim-crew was on the way to  enter the M.A.S.H. tent because of  a sugar shock…

…after all I had a blast with da Milonga and da Glizenn…

…and we say Congrats to Chantal and  Lara Croft who won!

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….oh and btw…. a celebrity was there too….Dennis Rainbird da undertaker from Badgers Drift…good timing ,  it was a kind of funeral for the mama… her ego and her dignity are  now buried in Ring 33 of Park Expo Rennes…

…and as we drove home I had the feeling that day was not wasted… we met old friends and we met new ones, we had snacks&beer and we saw a lot of dogs… and a day with dogs is  anyway  NOT a wasted one, right?

…ohhhh  and wait … the mama said that it was her fault too, because she was nervous, fidgety and totally over da top, so she made me nervous and therefore I was as crazy as a  box of frogs … that means I have to buy her no gift but she has to buy one for me…. there must be order, right?

…and hey we anyway won something at that show… I won a tick what hopped on my neck and therefore I started a scratching pawty…

…and the mama made a super deal instead of 50 cents the man at the coffee stand gave a canadian dollar… that makes 0.65 euro cents… not bad huh?… only 99999 shows to go and we have the moneeh for a new car, yay!

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

look the mama look, I modified your laundry basket…and it only costs you 87 bucks…

… I gnawed on the right…

…chewed on the left…

…and I made a hole near da bottom… now the water from the wet laundry has a way to leave the basket…

…viola! ready… now the handles have a better grip and your hands will not slip away… and it is the furst laundry basket with a drainage system…

…what no standing ovations? no chewing bones? … butt  a place on the shameofa?

Oh ungratefulness the mama is your name!

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

FURRYDAY FUR A FRIEND

BON CHEW,

to FlOWER  POWER FURRYDAY hosted by ROSY and DA BOYZ

furst we have da rhododendron, it is on the way to get flowers…

…then something what grew accidentally it#s purple and looks flowerish…

….some pansies…

…and her is da furget me not….

…and all that flowers are for you

CASEY 

… and we will never ever furget you…

 

Tears at times have the weight of speech.

-ovid-

 

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

to a new round of Angel Sammy’s and Teddy’s PAW-ETATHON… this week Sammy and Teddy picked this photo:

…oh boy oh boy….that’s a toughie, right? Butt challenge accepted, here we go…

Last night I had a dream…

I dreamed I could beam

myself to a land before our time..

Oh that would be something for da Weim….

Dino steaks and Raptor soup efurry day…

and veggies as big that your stomach would sway…

Butt one thing disturbed me so to say…

what if  when not the Dino butt da Weim is da prey?

 

HAVE A TERRIFIC THURSDAY ALL

WILD WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON SHOE CHEW,

…it’s shoe time….

…butt if you think you get new running shoes that way the mama, you are saddled da wrong horse…. the dad said, no damage still like new…

…so what huh?

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL

TRAVEL TROUBLE TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess where I was? Naah not in da meat factory…. I was at a special  place last weekend…

…at the Brittany American Cemetery… what is technically not in brittany butt in normandy…

…for the distance of cheesy 134 kilometers/86 mi, we needed nearly 3 hours because we sat in a big fat traffic jam…

… the reason for that is simple butt totally absurd… there is the bridge over a sea loch and before and after that bridge the road has only one lane…merging is unknown here, so… there we have it…

simon&garfunkle would name it da b*tch over troubled water

…the AC died and the elephant skate started to howl like a banshee with the constant stop&go so my dad had to turn  on the heater  to help the overheated condenser…

…. +30°c /86F outside and with the heater on we were well baked as we came to Saint James…

…aaaargh!  oh oh oh… that sign!

… butt I eggsplained the nice officer that I’m an ambassador of Blogville and he said I can enter the cemetery if we stay on da walkway and no wild romping on da burial places, ok? … I said Yo! I mean YES SIR!  and then I was in…

… oh friends that place has a special aura…

…for a moment even the sound of silence was silent and we just stand there and watched the place….

…. the chapel is an artpiece …

… there was St. Georg killing the dragon…

… and there was this wonderful stained glass window with St. James…

… and as the mama went in that chapel the spirit there nearly blew her away…

…. you can see the people who take care of this place do not only their job…

… they love what they do and they are grateful to serve for the 4410 soldiers what found their last place there…

… and even outside the blades of grass stand in rank and file like soldiers…

We say thank you to those who gave their lives and who helped to win the war against the evil….

…and we say thank you to all people who make this place to a place of peace and a lasting memory….

…it was a honor for us to visit all the heroes and we never forget them…

….after we left this place the things turned a little to the worse…

… the mama had the unhowly idea to drive to Mont Saint Michel just becauseweareanywaythereinsomeminutes…

… BAH! as if! a gazillion of people had the same idea and they all probably wereanywaythereinsomeminutes and so we circled around the parking lots like sheep dogs around a herd 87 times…

… then the mama found her longlost marbles back and she remembered what happened 04/22/2018 and we rather buzzed of before the “new reality, we have to face now” happens to us too…

… we visited Avranches and we had a nice walk along a river….

…and I said hell-o to a pup from Normandy, although the Bretons and the Normans are no friends since da furst monkeys came down from the trees and walked on two legs… see we dogs are much smarter than humans, we can go along even when we are different…

…the way back was a challenge, same procedere as last year and same procedere as efurry year to say it with Freddie Frinton…

… because I’m a virgo AND a weimaraner I have a suggestion for ya, people of da Mont Saint Michel area….

…you haven’t to mess up a historical monument with 87k snack booths, grills, restaurants and souvenir shops… you will make no profit when all people are trapped in traffic jams…

…place your shacks along da highway and you get a gazillion of customers and you  will become as rich as King Solomon within one weekend…. just saying…

…but finally we mad it back medium done, GM we H.A.T.E. ya!, and I was dogtired … that probably means mission completed…

Today we have a howl-i-day in France. We celebrate the end of the war others fought for us and the day of victory, others won  for us… For the most people today is a day off with BBQ, a short trip or a meeting with friends … but I think we shouldn’t furget who paid the price for celebrating a victory today… and we should keep in our mind that we only can win if we stand together against all evil….

 

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

look what I found…. or let’s say what I grabbed directly from the mama as she tried to make a fence with that stuff….

… I don’t think that it makes a good fence…

…I mean it was totally de-fence-less as I ripped it apart….

HAVE A MARVELOUS MO(A)NDAY ALL