MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

as promised we are back with our adventures from our trip. The journey started weird, because on the way to germany we made a layover for the NAT test  in Amblie, lower normandy. That’s a tiny village with 108 noses.

…. woooah how da inmates looked at more than 100 cars what entered their village…. there was not one street there what was not occupied by peeps and pets… and in a long pawrade we went out to da fields where we started in groups sorted by breeds…

… we were around 20 weimaraners and an australian shepherd who watched the event with his momma….

…the test site  was a fresh plowed field and the berds were placed in the green area behind in a swede field…. the weather was super sh*tty so the fields turned into a swamp and to say it in advance, we had one butt whopper and a sunken camp chair in our group  and 87 boots and wellies and pants and egos  what were ruined forever…

…around us on every field were other groups and within minutes we had a complete war scenery with barking dogs, whistles, gun shots and screaming people… WE LOVED THAT!!!! there can not be enough chaos and mayhem ….

…and after we waited for 87 hours because the judge forgot da berds, the NAT test started…. butt not in the way da judges eggs-pected…. the most peeps had no clue how such a test works, they watched videos and read books and so the furst turn ended in a disaster and we needed new berds because they decided to fly to a more interesting place before they die with boredom…

….and while we waited for da next berds the judge tried to give us a crash lesson…  butt his eggsplanations caused only WTF faces, we had no clue about wind and direction and stopping and retrieval…. the conditions were: the dog has to find the hidden berd, it has to stop at the berd till the judge counts to 4, then the handler puts the leash on, they flush the berd, shot in the air to test the shot resistance of the dog and that was it…. in theory… but practically the most of us never trained with a living berd, the mama used a frozen pigeon and a zapped partridge and there is a huge difference between dead or alive… like it happens often…

….and so fate took it’s course…. the judge called the convicts in groups of two to da field and while one had to wait the other one faced  it’s armageddon

…so many peeps came back with sad faces and the heart of the mama was deep in her pants as they called our name…

….and da nelly was totally over the top from all the noises and the new situation, but nevertheless with wobbly knees we waddled to da battle field…

…. we could not do a video or photos of our test, butt believe us, it was horrible…..  da Nelly found the furst berd within seconds (YAY!) butt he immediately tried to get it without stopping or pointing… the berd flew away and da Nelly chased it till Timbuktu, while he ignored the whistle and the egg-cessive screaming of the mama… FAIL! The mama was in a state she feared for da Nelly who ran over the fields like a berserk, there were weapons included and there was a street, so she was frantic and screamed till the judge said if she called 30 times, she can skip the 31st call , she can only wait… and fortunately da runaway came back to her without causing mischief or disturbing others…

…the second try was better, da Nelly stopped at the berd and the thumbs of da dad and the other particeps criminis went up in the air…. butt the judge said NO! he counted only to two so another fail. WHAT????

…at this point the mama acted like a strong woman and cursed and cried and her hooves stumped into the ground, because she really thought we made it…DANG!

….and before the mama died with rabies on a swede field in normandy we got a third try. Butt da Nelly was pooped and he passed the berd in a distance of maybe 8 inches, he didn’t smell it nor could  he  see it and he also didn’t hear the berd although it squawked. Then the  mama tried to cheat and  to find the berd by herself to call da nelly by, butt that trick was not new, the judge saw it too many times that day and said nope, it’s the job of the dog,  not yours….

…and so we joined the sad looking crew and waited for da post mortem…

…and it came like a boomerang… they said it was the worst result since Duke Karl August invented the weimaraner in 18th century. The champion title is now so far away for us  as planet Melmac and we are not sure if we do it  again. There are things between heaven and earth you can not learn in theory from a book or a video, you just have to do them many times for real to be prepared for a hunting test.

…butt we met a lot of nice people and pets , some we still knew from shows and new friends we maybe will met in da future again, if we and they are mad enough to accept such a challenge again…

…and apart from that, the only good thing that day was that we hadn’t to wear the warning vests the mama made for us with her  own paws from a warning vest for people… after all we think she better had worn that vest by herself, because in stress situations she is a public danger…

…in the afternoon we left normandy eastwards and we jumped with joy and pleasure that we have 1000 kilometers on the road after we buried our ego and our dignity in the muddy grounds of Amblie…

…and to make this mischief mo(a)nday to a real sh*t day, we can tell you that the x-ray appointment last thursday ran down on our legs like pee, because of power blackouts the unit was damaged and the vet had to reschedule our appointment to october 31th… happy howl-o-ween…bleeding hell!

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

 

 

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WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

we are back!… and we hope you all are well and efurrything is ok… no dark clouds, only sunshine over Blogville….

…the black maria aka the Owlando made it back to our crib…

…on board a mental devastated mama and a stressed dad and two pixxed weimaraners who hate it to travel behind bars like da jailberds…

…it was a busy week for us and a sad week for Germany with the terror attack of Limburg and the senseless killing of Halle   and a burning Car Park … so we were glad as we crossed the border and were back in France…

… even when the traffic was pure hell …

….and even when suddenly furnitures and two mattresses came down from a car and landed in front of us on Boulevard Périphérique ruring rush hour  in Paris… that was a shocking moment and we were glad for having our dad behind the wheel who managed the situation very well like all other drivers around us, so we could pass this place without trouble…

…. apart from the bad things, we had a wonderful indian summer weather  (please ignore the berd shit on the right side of the front window) and we met fantabulous people.

….we all are dog tired now and the mama has to fight a giant mount laundry and da Nelly has a vet appointment tomorrow with anastasia  , our dad has an important  consultation with the french Weim Club,  so we will be back on moanday with our adventures about castles, rotten fish, blue girls,  hunting tests and other crazy stuff….so please bear with us …

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEIMNESDAY ALL

 

 

 

NATURE FURRYDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to another NATURE FURRYDAY by da LLB-CREW,

…look da Nelly… always take the time to sniff da flowers…

…yo….if you say so….

…I like the fall colors more than the insniffable scent…

… they look like the danish salami they have in da stores here… hehehe

…and here is a fabulous rose for Rosy what looks  not like danish salami….

HAVE A FUNNY FURRYDAY AND A GOOD WEEKEND ALL

…dear furiends, we are AWOL for a good week…

…what?! why?

…because we go to germany to visit our grandparents….

..and da Nelly has to run his furst NAT test somehwere in normandy tomorrow…

what? Me? I’m swooning!

…yeah me too…. specially when I think about the rear end of the leash what is with you dude…

… we will be back next week with butt biting new adventures….

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week…

For this week we borrowed the lyrics from John, we think he will like our poem…

Listen, do you want to know a secret?


Do you promise not to tell?


Whoa-oh-oh, closer


Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear


On your back is poo… woohoohooohooohoo!

… it’s not… and if than from da pigeons who have their litterbox exactly at points where I roll around in the grass…

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

…. can you see da weim?

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL

THANKFUL TUESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

guess who came to our crib?

YO! and look what he brought…

….uuuh man da dad…. spit in your paws…..

…and GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERS!

wooooah that’s da Nelly!!!!

…and da Phenny too…. you can even  see his grinchalicious face impression….

…..and there also was lots of paper inside for a fabulous puzzle…

…and then there was a heart what got a super place in da middle of our sadly still overseeable trophy shelf…

…and da ribbon of da Nelly is now fabulous framed with the wooden ornaments too….

…we say thank you to NicolChristiansen, she is a real artist who works not only with her hands but with her heart too…

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE TUESDAY ALL

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

look what da Phenny found in the garden!

…that’s a trashure right? And he immediately brought in the bed of our dad who was scared to death…

…. long story short, the trashure hunter was removed from da bedroom with Mach 2 including his trashure and it seems he is a Paw-sona non grata for today…. while I watch that spectacle from a different pawspective…specially da pixxed dad who changed his PJ and da pixxed mom who changed the bedding… and finally da pixxed Phenny who will definitely NOT change his mind…nor anything…

… I’m surrounded by idiots… they have no clue how delicious that snails are… and on the other hand it is not my fault… I’m french so I love snails, right?

HAVE A MARVELOUS MO(A)NDAY ALL

FURRY FINAL FICTION FURRYDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new round of FINAL FURRYDAY FICTION hosted by AUNTY YAM

today HOWLCULE PAWRIOT and da CAPTAIN PAWSTINKS solve another crime case and we picked:

… it was a dark and scary night in da early morning  as….

…. oh boy da Phenny I mean Howlcule look what comes to our crib!

…what is it oh greatest detective of all times?

… a nutella jar mon ami….. that’s for the christmas pudding…

…that’s totally odd if you ask me … we have september !

…ooooh oui c’est fou…. mais… it’s a christmas pudding*** and there is nutella inside and I’ll show ya how we can steal it….just in theory captain Pawstinks… of course, of course, because the greatest detective of all times never does a crime…. it’s just to show ya what things are possible if Howlcule Pawriot would use his fabulous gray cells and paws for doing bad things… n’est ce  pas?

*** we know how a real christmas pudding looks butt to make it easy we used cupcakes…the baking mix was anyway from last christmas, so it fits, right?

… oh that is pretty cool…. my first crime lesson… lemme see how I can hide that stuff in my belly….

… viola! first here we  have da object of desire…

…and now you jump up and get it with your tongue… ha! bullseye… so now it’s your turn mon ami…

….. sacre bleu!!! da Nelly! that is a SALAD!!! …quelle horreur!

… it seems you have not as much gray cells as da greatest detective of all times…

…butt at least you can help to set da table…

…. parfait! now we can start to eat what he hunted…. like our ancestors,  da wolves who had to find their food with their own paws and who were not addicted to a woman who controls their weight like a hawk and who says much more NO! than Dr. No himself…. butt  j’ entends quelque chose….

…oh merde-cedes meow-dite… it is the woman I mentioned  above… well I can eggs-plain tout about da disappeared christmas pudding …

…and the shredded kitchen towel…

…and I can deliver the evil doer libre domicile…     ….oh sh*t da Phenny don’t you dare!

… we are de-brothered now, Howlcule Weasel !  ….comme tu veux,  mon frere Abel….

HAVE A GOD FURRYDAY AND A GOOD WEEKEND ALL

 

 

 

 

 

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week…

…Flower Power huh?

Since da furst day of September the mama screamed loud:

I have to bring the fall stuff out.

She bought some flowers for da window sills

and ignored da prices and da horrible bills.

And the night before  the great run out happened some fails

all her flowers were eaten by ugly snails.

…and instead of flowers colorful and sweet

we only have green stalks what look like weed.

the mama is pixxed about the snail attack

but maybe the flowers once  come back.

and so our crib looks awful this year

and we wish that snail pest will disappear.

We think even when it looks suspect

she totally s-nailed that fall  project.

….oh sh*t run, she heard what we said….

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

look what we did to bring some joy to da staff….

… we made a fantabulous puzzle …

…with using the visual cover film the mama bought for da door…

…now she can decorate the door with a fabulos film mosaic… and that makes our door unique…

… the mama said shame on you….

..and because we are obedient pups, we take a nap…

…while we wait for da shame….

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL