FALL FAIL FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

to a FLOWER FURRYDAY with ROSY & DA BOYZ

Look what the mama bought :

bedding pansies, viola wittockiana… one tray was 0.99 cents so pawfect for beginners or girls with 10 black thumbs. The plan was to get a howl-o-ween decoration with purple and orange flowers, butt….

…at home the mama saw that this guys are not purple ….

…they are as blue as my red eyes the mama….

…butt the orange flowers are orange… like my yellow toy…

… the mama grabbed them with her 10 black thumbs and squzeezed them in a flower box…

…and she also made a back up box … for replacing the goners, butt we think they all march on the same road to perdition…

…we better look for an adequate place where we can bury them in some days…

…..and where we can water them hehehe

… and last butt not least da rose for Rosy… not watered by us, of course…

HAVE A FANTABULOUS FURRYDAY ALL

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PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new round of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures, look what the two found for this week…

… sweet somehow, huh? Probably a good night story?… We have one too… here we go…

Once a little girl refused to sleep 

without going into da dark world deep

via her grampies scary tales 

about criminal wimmen and murderous males.

As a boy her grumpy read a magazin

were someone wrote  all true crimes & the  sentences in.

From that paperstuff the grampy told the little brat

till she screamed and and hid under her blanket  flat.

All sleep was forgotten, the girl was in need,

what if someone comes to do such a not so good deed?

And with the true stories in her head she started a horrible riot 

till her granny came and called her husband an… well ya know…

…and if you think this little girl was cured,

FURGET IT! the next evening she lured

for her grampy when he came home from work:

Grampy, tell me again about this strangler-jerk…

… da Phenny  do you think the mama still knows some of that wild stories?

… I hope not…. at the end one of that criminals  comes at night and bites you in the a$$! Ha!

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

WILD PIRATE WEDNESDAY

AWWWWHOY!

Here is da Captain Whimpweim

…and da Captain Weimaniac

…and together we are the plague of all 7 seas….

… if we ever get a new ship….

…da Peheny, da Phenny how talks a pitrate? … oh no clue, butt I’ve heard  they talk very rude and naughty…

…ok, then I ask the mama it seems she is a pro in pirat-ish…

HAVE A FABULOUS PEE-RATE WEDNESDAY

 

TASTY TEST TUESDAY

BON CHEW& COWCOW,

look what the mama found in her trashure store:

… it’s tiramisu ice cream

…and the little pots look really like the one on the package… a miracle…

…what do you mean there is booze and coffee inside and therefore we can not test it?

…I say you eat da poisonous stuff and we eat the rest… deal?

… the staff sent all the bad stuff to their stomachs and we got the plain ice cream, yay!

… it is eggs-tremely tasty, not too sweet and not too much coffee&booze…

… butt a lot of very creamy vanilla ice cream what melts on my tongue like the wicked witch of the west…

… we give it 3.5 paws and two wild wagging tails, that was really a masterpiece of ice cream art… but we have to deduct a half paw for the mighty  plastic package what’s inside. We are not the two apostles of environment, but we are those who pay for all the plastic trash, with garbage fees beyond good and evil and with endless schoolmastery from Brussels for wasting too much pawtroleum and for producing  too much non recyclable trash. But we don’t produce this trash nor are we those who dispose this crap in our oceans and seas… so the European Ultrahazard barks at the wrong tree and they rather should fine those who wrap even the smallest razor blades into giant plastic displays…right Gillete,  you notorious  environment hogs?

HAVE A TASTY TUESDAY ALL

MADI MONDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

today our hearts are heavy and our tears are running…

One of our bestest feline friend had to go to the Rainbow Bridge…

We will remember your famous counter leaps

and we will remember your fabulous twerk pawformances

and we will remember the whisker what became a car antenna.

An most of all we will remember you:

Madison D. Cat 

our friend.

to Madi’s blog: http://downhomeinnc.blogspot.com

FLOWER POWER FURRYDAY THE FAIL FALL EDITION

 

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

guess where we were? In a cornfield to meet Mr. Flagg snitch cornstalks…the mama wanted a fall decoration, so  we jumped in the car the next minute, because fall is not furever just for two days or so, so it had to be now and right now… She was armed with a small trashbag and a toy-scissors ans very surprised that her tools didn’t work…because this is forage maize as high as pole dancer poles…

…butt much more worse was the idea with the small car…

… butt hey the streets of our kraal are pawfectly sweeped now…

… and after SHE! changed the pot for the stalks 3!!! times from vase to milkchurn and back –  till  my dad said F… thank you to her, the stalks were stacked in front of our door …

…there is sand inside my deeer and sand is theoretically related with rocks and rocks are as heavy as a rock… and my dad had to carry the rocking sand 3 times to and fro before SHE! nodded benevolent like the Queen of Absurdistan… so the general athmosphere was fall-pursuant too, because fall is  also  the opening of the hunting season, so the mama rather should hide now …

..we  wonder that no one has smashed the baguette-hedhehogs by now…butt well their days will  come …

…hello, the mama!!!!

… we don’t care about fall decorations… just about decorations what fall…

..are we done now with that stuff da Phenny ?… yeah … till we do the christmess decorations…

…. ooouuuaaaah… beam me up scottie…

…and last butt NOT least da rose for Rosy… they were small and shy  butt beautiful…

HAVE A GOOD FALL FURRYDAY AND A GOOD WEEKEND

For all people and pets in the storm area and for all who are sad and who have sorrows today

 

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new round of Angel Sammy’s and Teddy’s Pawetry in pigtures… this time the ginger boyz picked this one:

…oh boy that looks like a place of memories and serious things…

…butt we are not good with doing  serious , so…

A young man  was in love and full of hope

he invited his girlfriend and thought he can dope

and convince her  with a golden ring

to do with him a special thing.

They looked and found a quiet place

with a bench and lots of empty space.

The couple picked eggsactly this bench

but before he could ask her he noticed a stench.

Oh deeer, I think it came out of you,

said the young man but she answered Duh!

I had beans last night and pulled pork,

therefore I’m a female firework…

The man said sorry  and went awol

impossible to marry a girl whose butt is out of control

And so a relationship broke apart

just because of a simple fart.

hehehe that was fartulous brilliant bro…. yep … flat-line of a relationship via flat-ulences

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

 

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

guess what? The postman came to our crib…. he had a parcel what was NOT for us

… butt we will open it anyway like always…

…look da Nelly, you gnaw a hole here and then… hey I said look… umm oh yes I look I look…

…viola! it’s open let’s see what’s inside…

… come over and grab something…

…aww ya fure fat fis if alloffed? … yes… you can take whatever you want…

… whaff fall I do wiff fat fing in my mouth…

…I think we better give it da dad before we land in the bucket aka the carton…

… is there something inside for us too da Phenny?

….naah only a guy named Bill, butt I think we rather let him stay in that box furever&ever…

…and now ? … we wreck that box, what else…

…see that is not bad for a beginner…

…a gnawed box …

…and a fabulous mess…. the mama will jump with joy…specially because it was nothing fur her in that box…

 

…and why we got the bum’s rush and sit in the hallway now?

… that is a weird & special thing wimmen sometimes have when they are filled to the brim with joy… it has something to do with that two x-chromosomes, they can get tilt sometimes…

… guess what? then I’m glad that Iam no woman…. Hehehe me too, me too…

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL

 

 

TRASH TEST TUESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

today we test something for you what was really a challenge….

Milka Tender milk…

and Milka tender blackforest cherry…

…fiction meets reality….

…and again…

…and again…

… apart from the huge difference of the picture and the real thing, the taste was A.W.F.U.L.

..that is no wonder… 100 gram of this stuff contain 38 gram sugar and 20% fat and no one knows what else is inside there what caused this horrible taste. The biscuit dough was like rubber foam and it was like eating Sponge Bob … buuuuarrrrks… and we fear for the Black Forest… if there grow cherries what have such a weird taste, then the ecological balance is in the bucket… forever and ever and it is better to visit this area with wearing a spacesuit…

we know the mama is the last pawson on earth who should complain about other peoples baking stuff…

…but honestly not even SHE! could create such miscreations…

… phoooey…. inedible!

…please the mama give us NOTHING from that stuff… we promise to be well behived furever and ever…

We give it 0 paws and 0 wagging tails and we decided to  give it to our dad…

… maybe Mondelez should ponder about renaming their products… in 2016 consumer protection celebrated Milka as the bluff package of the month… their chocolate Santa lost 23% of its weight while they raised the price between 3% and 20 %. That makes sense somehow, Santa maybe needs a diet before he can eat the 87k cookies and before he can drink 87k glasses of milk… not to mention the cookies he has to ate, made by the mama and other baking artists… but nevertheless we suggest a new name for Milka Tender:

MILKA PRE-TENDER

HAVE A TASTY TUESDAY ALL

…and last butt definitely NOT least, we will remember those today who lost their lives in the horrible terror attack … and all those who lost their lives during all terror attacks our wold has to bear till today… and we say NO! to terror an violence. More than ever… 

… and we send a light  to all in need… and specially to the people of Paris after the happening of last night.

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW AND COWCOW,

furst many many thanks for all the good wishes for my birthday yesterday.

I can report, all treats are devoured and all toys are destuffed and confettied.

Mission completed.

…butt back to da mischief…

The mama went to her junk store last week and  you will not believe what she saw! A wooden Weimaraner, nearly lifesize (sort of)  for slinky 1.99.

…listen woman you can not buy a weimaraner for 1.99…. that is impawsible…

…yes… impawsible… we are noble and precious and such stuff…

…god knows what you bought for our hard earned moneeh..

… yes, god   knows that this  is no weimaraner but a dachshund…

…ummm how about glasses the mama?

…butt at least there is no longer a nearly empty shelf what was planned for the 87 trophies we will win…

… bah who needs a trophy? we can celebrate even without…

…CHEEEEERS!

…at least the new evian from the junkstore with grapejuice and rose stuff is not bad…

HAVE A CHEERFUL MO(A)NDAY ALL