easyblog SHOP TILL YOU DROP

Hell….o,

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to a new episode of Shopping around the world by Bacon & Fozziemum.

My mom is still suspended from wasting mohneh shopping, so my dad has to shop around. Fortunately this time Bacon picked easy items, probably specially for non-shop-a-holics like my dad.

TODAY:

CONDIMENT OF YOUR CHOICE

we picked Worcestersauce. It’s an allrounder what can rescue even the most epic fail in the kitchen. If it tastes like nothing or like crap, use Worcestersauce and it tastes like Worcestersauce. Easy, huh? There is also an recipe by Bunk and Agatha for a tasty sauce what goes nearly with all food, maybe except ice cream butt I’m not sure, I haven’t tested that…

IMG_1074 Heinz Worcestersauce EU 1.99= $$ 2.26=GBP 1.46

FROZEN MEAL OF YOUR CHOICE

I wasn’t sure what it means, maybe that foodables what are ready to eat in front of tv after a wild carousel ride in the microwave? So I picked ROESTI (same like latkes or hash browns) and smoked salmon with dill&lemon. Both thingies are frozen, you only have to wait till the salmon is defrosted, then  throw the Roesti in your oven till they are brown and crispy and then  dig in…

IMG_1067 Roesti 750 gram  EU 2.49=$$ 2.83=GBP 1.82/salmon 100 gram 1.99 = $$2.26=GBP 1.46

DESSERT/SWEET OF YOUR CHOICE

Since my dad is the shopperer, this thingies are rare, butt at least he bought ice cream with Oreo cookies to kill the next Suzie Q. memorial pants comfort the sweet tooth:

IMG_1068 Nestlè Cookies&Cream 4 pieces  EU 2.99 = $$ 3.40=GBP 2.19

FRUIT OF YOUR CHOICE

Dad’s are eggscellent  with buying eggs, butt they are lost when it comes to fruits. They don’t touch every fruit and they never do an autopsy first  for brown marks, dirt, scratches etc…. They only grab a pack with apples and throw it in the shopping cart. Mission Completed. Sink or swim.

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RANDOM ITEM

I picked an item MY MOMMA bought the day of the A-PAW-CALYPSE at Aldi . It’s from her junk store and a REAL TRASHURE:

IMG_1070 it’s a kind of portfolio of CUNARD LINE, probably it was made to hold the menu cards for the last dinner before doomsday.

IMG_1071  efurryday is doomsday anyway  in my crib, so I used it to hold all my christmas cards

IMG_1072 it’s pawfect to hold all cards even those who have a special size… I think that’s a great idea..

IMG_1073 … butt the greatest thingy is the price…  EU 0.99=$$1.12 =GBP 0.79

AWWWW-HOY!

This Fryday is also  the Fractured Fryday Hairy Tails by the Mayors Murphy and Stanley, what makes a fit occasion  with my shopping post:

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I noticed a difference between male and female shoppers since my dad is the purveyor to my silvermistygrey court….  He sticks 100% to the shopping list and if something isn’t available what you need together with another thingy, he follows the list as mulish as a mule… so we have the sauce and the cheese for a pizza, but the dough was sold out… or he couldn’t find it without a GPS…  My momma would replace the sauce and the cheese with another impawtant thingy, maybe a bodylotion or a ponytail holder and we wouldn’t have  a truckload of things in our cupboard what  not fit together… and it also makes NO sense to buy a baking mix  for cupcakes with the delusion, that you only have to open the box and the cupcakes marche out and directly in your mouth….

Butt after all, he makes a lot of progress and the times as he entered IKEA with a multi-sided shoppinglist and came back with nothing but  a desklamp (without lightbulbs of course) are history.

It was much better than I could ever have imagined as he came back yesterday… he brought a big bag of food for me what we not need, because he still bought a bag one day before and he brought two big boxes of EGGS…. that’s  EGGSCELLENT I think :o)

HAVE A SUPER SHOPPING DAY ALL

easyblog THAT WAS THE DAY…

…MY MOM WAS BORN…

This time at Bacon’s SHOW&TELL we have a special topic… the day we were born… I can’t remember that day and my dad feels the same, so I tell you the story about the day my momma was born…

… it was a special day, because all things went wrong… what else…

It started on a sunday, where my heavily pregnant granny was at home with her pawrents and my grampy had to stay at the barracks, because they were in alert and my grampy was a cadet that time. So granny had lunch with their pawrents where she ate like a horse… or better… like an elephant. Her mom warned her not to eat a truckload of that butter cream cake they had for dessert, butt my granny was just about 19 years old, still a stubborn teenager and said: who cares, I’m fat anyway, so hand over the rest of that cake… and all that foodables  landed in her tummy…

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The day before my granny’s pawrents got a giant pile of coal and while they brought that coal in, my granny sweeped away the dirt and the crumbs  . That’s a dirty job, you look like a coalminer within minutes and after my granny was as dirty as a wild boar, she suddenly got labors and because she is not really a Drama Queen, butt a Drama Countess she screamed like an air raid siren and claimed for a ride to the hospital immediately. Their neighbor was so kind to drive the granny  to the hospital and there the mischief started….

First they brought my coalminer granny to the bathtub, to see who she is. Then they decided that she needs a clyster because it isn’t good to enter the delivery room like a well filled fridge…. and there the misadventure of my poor momma started…

The granny spent 87 hours at the ladies booth to dump all the food… and that was the reason that my granny didn’t became a sundays child like planned and expected… she entered this slice earth at 0:37 pm and became a MOANDAY BRAT. And there we have it and you know why things are like they are in my crib…

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My grampy got the information that he is a dad now, butt he couldn’t leave the barracks…. butt  his commander said, ok buzz off, butt be back within an hour…

The grampy had a motorbike and rushed to the hospital in his combat suit.  They showed him my momma and he said: uh, it looks like an ole grumpy man… or a wrinkled prune… is that normal?

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2 any similiarities are pure coincidental…just saying…

He survived the sh*tstorm of the delivery nurse and my granny, butt with  a super bad conscience… and that was the reason that he said yes, as my granny demanded he should bring her home if he is anyway there, so she can spare the taxi cab…

Butt as they left the hospital, he noticed TWO things: the hour was over and it could lead to wagging tongues to transport  a new mom and a wrinkled prune on a motorbike. So he borrowed the car of granny’s uncle Walt: a GOGGO with ginormous 12.8 HP,  it was a coupè and screaming red…

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The grampy delivered the granny and the wrinkled prune to her pawrents, grabbed some tomatoes he saw on the table what he placed in his helmet and because the time was high he rushed to the barracks… and there he got the shock of the day…. all were gone… marched out to a field day… what the french toast…

The two guys on the gate what were conscripts laughed and said that my grampy is as deep in the bucket as somewhat… but they felt sorry with my grampy and told him what drill ground they use this time.

And so cadet grampy and the screaming red GoGGo were on the way to  battle drill.

They came too late ( 12.8 HP) and maybe it had ended well, if my grampy hasn’t parked the screaming red ride between all that tanks and military equipment…. but he did and was seen by a guy with much gongs efurrywhere as he meandered around on the way to his buddies… The guy stopped my grampy and asked him if he thinks that’s the adventure club with custom arrival and why to all darned hells he wears his helmet not on his empty nut but on his arm like a pitiful handbag… or is there  soup in that helmet? The grampy said no, tomatoes… that was the truth but told at the wrong time and so the new dad of the wrinkled prune spend the time not at the drill ground but alone in a booth and instead of a helmet full of tomatoes he got  a truckload of trouble and the promise that his career is a fart in the wind.  Butt the god of the dried plums or the one of the tomatoes must be with him that time, that he got his appointment some weeks later without problems. And after a while even uncle Walt started to talk with him again, because he was as sore as 87 lemons as he had to pick up the GoGGo in the middle of nowhere… and all that because of  butter cream cake…

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easyblog TEETH TUESDAY

HELL…O,

it’s clean your teeth-month and the Mayors Murphy&Stanley invited all peeps&pets to a toothbrush-post…

Sadly we can’t post a video or a photo of the toothbrush&me, because we hate each other… and it takes two when I have a meet&greet with that thingy. I use  an Oral B Professional Care with the same toothbrush like my staff… we only have our own brush heads. Mine is green, my dad’s is blue and my mom’s is yellow like pee… butt anyway… I hate this toothbrush and it makes me nervous when it steals all crumbs i saved for dessert in my mouth… therefore my mom plans to switch to a Philips Sonicare for me, if either my grandparents (listen, THAT’s a little bit overdone…) or my dad (you have a screw loose) will pay for that freaky idea…

And  because my mom is still damaged, we currently use teeth cleaning bones, that’s anyway the better way…if you ask me…

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… that’s me and my tooth cleaning  bone…

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… that’s me while wolfing down that thingy …

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… and that’s me after I had my chewing bone… waiting for more…

HAVE A FABULOUS TOOTH-DAY ALL

easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY

Hell…o,

guess what happened…

First the sky showed me 50 shades of grey…

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…and probably because even the sky isn’t a fan of E.L. James it started to spit white stuff on the ground…

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…don’t think that’s just yayo snow…

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… it’s HAIL… the hailstones were as big as melons peas…

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…efurrybuddy tried to stay in his crib…

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…. except ONE, the one with the biggest ears who can’t listen…

….and so we had a nuclear mushroom-mom who cursed like a fishmonger, because the hail turned into ice immediately and her ice skating skills are more pitiful, the whole world and whole blogville knows that…

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… I decided to come back after she called me 87 times… and I’m disappointed now that I got NO treat for being a good pup…

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…not sure if I will forgive her …

STAY WARM AND SAFE AN HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY…

easyblog SUPER SUNDAY

Hell-o,

yesterday my dad came home from the post office and look what we got:

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My granny sent drugs for my mom, now we can open our own candystore…. just in case we land on our butt at the court… it’s always good to have another leg to stand on, otherwise we would be storks, right? So now my momma is ready for lift off to the pink candyland … Butt anyway…

… now comes the best part:

I’ve got a giant box…

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YES, it’s here! Thanks to the SS GANG!!!!!

look what I’ve got:

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GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER…

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There were chocolates, coffee, dog treats, socks, a bottle cooler and a bracelet …

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…and soap for my dad, that he can clean his paws… that’s impawtant, when a dog shares his bed with humans. Oh, and then there was a Sudoku for my mom. That’s a two in one, first my momma can solve the sudoku and after that it turns into a comic book for me and my dad…. pretty cool, huh?

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and there were pawmade things too, called Norman’s Kisses.

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A wonderful tribute to a wonderful dog… It’s lipbalm and hand to paw cream… that means it is for me too right?

And she can hide it wherever she wants , no problem, I will find that tasty stuff…
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and while she tries to find a place I eat the socks…

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I also got a super new blankie… the perfect place to eat a special treat I found in that parcel: dried beef tracheas… butt before I sent that stuff to my 7 stomaches I carried it through my crib… some sight seeing is always a good idea…

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we also made two videos, the first one flopped because my dad bumped into the cam girl:

and here is the other one, where my dad bumped into the cam girl again:

Mom got leaky eyes, she is such a whimp sometimes… probably she was jealous that I wouldn’t share my trachea with her…

MANY THANKS TO JOANN, JOHN, GAMBLER, GLORY, NELLIE AND MK from SANDSPRINGCHESAPEAKES

easyblog POKER IN MY BACKYARD

easyweimaraner:

Hell-o,
EVILSQUIRREL invited all to THE SECOND ANNUAL CONTEST OF WHATEVER. This year the them is: GAME
… and so I thought I could open the crypt of my posts to let some mummified mice out…Here is my entry… MAY THE FLOP BE WITH YOU :o)

Originally posted on Easy Blog:

STRIP – POKER IN MY BACKYARD
It’s a hot day, so we were chilling in my backyard. It was boring after a while so I called my 3 fellows for a poker game.
Full House Jack, Split Pot Bill and Slow Hand Kitty moved over and  we began.
It’s my backyard, my card deck – so we play at my rules.
Strip Poker hasn’t a sense, because we are naked anyway. So we play “Rip Poker”, the loser will get ripping by me. I was playing for fun – the mices for their life. A fair chance and fair rules for all, if you ask me.
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From where came this card Split Pot Bill? HUH? Which card?
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What means  eating the card’s would break the rules? If I got a lousy card, I can eat it – MY RULE!
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Whisper…whisper..stupid….whisper…dog…
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Do you have an Ace in your sleeve?…

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easyblog CAST AWAY

Hell-o,

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today my momma had her appointment at the hospital.

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They removed the staples (ARRRRRRRRRRROOOO!) and then the dogtor said, she can go home nekked, that means without the darned splint from hell and without a cast. They repaired my mommas hell-bow with a special wire wrap technique, the same way her grampy repaired ole fences at his farm.The remedial gymnastics starts now too and she got some codeine thingies to be a happy camper while that torture.

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she hasn’t a zipper on her arm, that are just the staples :o)

I was a good boy at home and I think that deserved some rewards, right? And so my dad brought an envelope what came from far away…. from a land called Oz… look:

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a wonderful book… with a lot of Roo’s…

THANKS FOZZIEMUM!

Roo’s are full of magic power and they help to chase the pains away….

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…and the chocolate Koalas are special drugs what give you good mood and power….

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…. and… hey… what means that’s NOT for me?… well then I grab your pillow and decorate it with a big fat hole…

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…look…. I told ya…

…oh and wait, I have a shout out… it’s about the monthly show&tell, hosted by my bro Bacon

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this month we have a special motto: the day we were born. No matter if you are a pet or a peep, I know we all are special, so the day we were born must be a special day too. So, if you have the time on FEBRUARY 25, tickle your keyboard and include  a link to Bacon: http://piglove.wordpress.com I wrote a post too and it explains why my poor momma is the humanoid Donald Duck and such a guarantor for mischief :o)

HAVE A GREAT FRIDAY ALL!

easyblog WOW-WEDNESDAY

Hell-o,

today my dad came home from the post office and guess what he held in his paws?

THREE (3) envelopes… all for me, like always, ha!

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I’ve got a funny card from Madi&Mom …look:

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…and an official card from the Mayors Of Blogville Murphy and Stanley… friends,  I will give you a sign when she is able to solve the puzzle inside lol…

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…MANY thanks for my cards, it’s great when friends are there to cheer you up :o)

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… and we need some funny moments, because all that fried eggs and stirred eggs aren’t really eggsiding… and therefore we will eat spaghetti today… with… with EGGS.

Howlelujah…  yup, my dad is an egg-spert in the kitchen :o)

Then there was an envelope what came from kitty-corner of the channel. The two blondes named Mollie and Alfie send  “prezziez”for me and look what the humom made:

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a mini me key chain, so I’m always with my mom when she can drive a car in some months. Great, huh?

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and look, there is a penguin too… he just needs a sweater, then he can go out with me, because it’s darned cold here…

Then my dad needed 87 hours to open a package….

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maaaaaaaan dude! give it to the Weimaraner, give it to the Weimaraner…

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WOW…that’s a giant chewing thingy  what I sent immediately to my 7 stomachs…

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That was tasty! MANY THANKS!!!

I hope for good news and prezziez in your mailbox today  too, have a great wow-wednesday!

easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY

Hell-o,

once, someone, who  better should  stay anonymous, said:

The Weimaraner is the dog with the human brain.

Thanks for that  anonymous, you put an evil  spell with that saying on all silvermistygrey and blue Weisenheimers….

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I’ve got a ball from Santa. It’s such a thingy what you can fill with little treats and while you roll it around it spits a treat on the floor from time to time. It also makes different pesky  noises, what are a reason to call the ghostbusters… isn’t that scary that someone makes money with inventing such a crap? Butt anyway…

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I don’t like to work for my food, I’m an aristocrat and hey, I’m the dog with the human brain…

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… and that means I’m not the brightest candle of the birthday cake, like all humans, because I tried to kill that darned ball thingy to get my treats…

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foolishly the ball slipped away and as I tried to get that shi**y beast, I jumped in my waterbowl… WHAT THE F…rench toast…

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… and because the bedroom was flooded immediately, my dad was very busy…

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with cleaning up … while he cursed like a drunken sailor…

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Butt … hey honestly, I have no clue how it is pawsible to make such a mess with such a little water… think that has something to do with MATH, right? I can’t do math…

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… that means I’m not only the dog with the human brain, I’m the dog with a humanoid girls brain…. HOWLY SCRAMBOWLY….the double punishment…

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

PUPDATE:

Mom is still in ARRRRROOOO-mode, but she counts the days till friday when she has her dogtors appointment.

Dad is exhausted and he counts the days till the insurance pays, he can’t work because HOUSE-DAD is a fulltime job, who’da thunk it, huh?

I count my humanoid brain cells… one…two…aaand… well, let’s say a half…

easyblog HAPPY VALENTINE

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Hell-o lazy Weim, get outta there…

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….ummmm what? where? who?…

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oh boy, it’s a special day today, right?

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…. where is my thinking cap?

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…oh it’s chewed and digested…

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… butt I still have my thinking pillow… and today is…

…the day of St. Valentine!

Happy Valentine

to you all! Have a day full of love and hugs and kisses…

ValentinesDayEvet  link to the Ballroom

and let’s dance till our paws will glow…. you can extinguish them with beer, no problem…

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I  will visit the ball with my brother

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and guess what? It’s a special day for him, it’s his barkday… he turns 15 and that’s a reason to celebrate, right?

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Have a great Day all and if you forgot the flowers or a gift, a hug is a good gift too and means more than a bunch of veggies….