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…GO!

MayorZ++Marathon....

for the furst Blogville Marathon

at the Mayorz Place

Murphy&Stanley’s blog

There are many events you shouldn’t miss, so hop over and find out more…

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…hey lazy Weimaraner…the Marathon is in full swing..

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…ummm what?…

…wait, I need my running shoes furst…

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… some stretchin’ …

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and now I’m ready to run…

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I’m the number 16, like sweet sixteen or sixteen men on the death man’s chest… and my mom was born on a 16th… so all bad lucky signs are complete, right?

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KEEP ON RUNNIN’

 

easyblog FUNNY FRIDAY

Hell-o…

look what my dad brought home as he visited the post office:

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GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!

It was an envelope and it came from the Royal Furmily in pawson…look there we have it: ROYAL MAIL!

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King Henry (he is not the VIIIth, don’t run away) and his royal court send me some things his delegates found as they dicovered the new world…

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it was a super nice card, an oven cloth, directly from a voodoo-kitchen of New Orleans and a fabulous doggie key chain in purple, what’s the color of the kings and so I will take the purple collar now together with the black one, ok dad? And guess what? Michelle and Sammy’s Mom picked that tag together for me, so it is a gift by Sammy and Henry, Archie&Oscar :o)

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On that magic oven cloth were letters and my dad had to read it to me, just in case it’s a magic spell what I can use to get a never-empty bowl…

Sorry the video is not really on the list for an academy award… my dad jumped around like crazy and the cam girl was a mole…

ok…ok…ok… that wasn’t a magic spell, but good to know… just in case  I will go to New Orleans once…

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Many Many Thanks King Henry, Sir Archie and Sir Oscar and their royal explorers Michelle&Craig…. hey, that envelope is tasty…

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…no, I don’t exchange that for such a small and pitiful sausage thingy.. butt you can give it to me anyway…

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YUMMMMM…

SHORT PUPDATE:

My momma is still in ARRRROOOO-mode, specially after the appointments at the PT-hell. I decided to borrow her my giant frog-thingy, because she said there is not one muscle, nerve, bone and whatnot inside of her what not hurts….

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easyblog REMEMBRANCE DAY

Hello,

today 6 candles are on my table. They are the symbol for the 6 million jewish people who perished in the Holocaust and for the jewish resistance during that period.

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It’s YOM HA SHOA DAY – HOLOCAUST AND HEROISM REMEMBRANCE DAY

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I lit the 6 candles on my table to remember this time and the people  and to show  that no one is forgotten…

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… and today we will remember together with the jewish people of the world …

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El male rachamim, version for the Remembrance of Victims of the Holocaust

God, full of mercy, who dwells in the heights, provide a sure rest upon the Divine Presence’s wings, within the range of the holy and the pure, whose shining resemble the sky’s, all the souls of the six million Jews, victims of the European Holocaust, who were murdered, slaughtered, burnt and exterminated for the Sanctification of the Name, by the German Nazi assassins and their helpers from the rest of the peoples. Therefore, the Master of Mercy will protect them forever, from behind the hiding of his wings, and will tie their souls with the rope of life. The Everlasting is their heritage, the Garden of Eden shall be their resting room, and they shall rest peacefully upon their lying place, they will stand for their fate in the end of days, and let us say: Amen

 

easyblog WILD WEDNESDAY

Hell-o,

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guess what? Today she did it… my momma jumped in the Elephant Skater and drove that thingy to the town with her own paws…

Sorry car drivers of France, she is back, the fence season is over…

And that’s the reason I was too late for the teaser today, because my mom had two total failures…

The first happened as she parked in front of the junk store…and like most car drivers she opened the door with her left paw and pushed it open with…. her hellbow!!!… ARRRRROOOOO!

In front of her minds eye  the word I.D.I.O.T. appeared in bloody red letters…

Then she drove to the grocery store… where they have brandnew bread distributors… there is a shovel inside what you have to use to get the bread out via a flap on the right side… sadly my momma thought she has to open the glass doors in front and she went mad with trying to open that bread-thingy… she even tried to smash the glass with the shovel, butt it was very resistant… after 87 hours of waiting in front of that thingy she saw a machine on the left side with green blinking lights… so my momma pushed all buttons she saw there… and then… then the hell broke loose…. because that machine was a breadcutter what screamed like an air raid siren, because “someone” started that thingy without placing a bread inside…

My momma jumped behind the next shelf and waited till the store guy fixed that machine and then she jumped in his way and said that she has a damaged  arm, if that guy would be so kind to grab a bread for her from that bread-thingy… the guy said yes and  within 2 seconds the bread came out of that flap….. while my mom saw that bloody red letters again what showed her the word I.D.I.O.T. …

Butt we have bread now, no one noticed that my momma was that idiot, so everything is fine…and at least she is better than my dad who said bread was sold out, because he had the same problem with that bread thingy… and REAL MEN rather die than to ask for help, right?

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Aaaah naaaah, wait… I have another “news”…

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Fasten your seatbelts, grab a margarita and stop the press…

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HELL-MUT eats a strawberry! Howlelujah…

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What an event!!!

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That’s so darned  bi-ba-boring that even my toenails start to yawn…

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butt my momma said that’s a sensation….

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A Sensation? Wait, that’s a sensation…

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Easy eats a pillow! Ha!

HAVE A GOOD WEDNESDAY ALL AND BE CAREFUL ON THE ROAD…SHE ACTUALLY IS BACK….

…just saying…

 

easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY

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…she said it stinks in my bed…

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…and after some investigation, she noticed that her butt is the root of all evil…

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… butt I have nothing to do with that stinky butt…

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…honestly…. and hey, beat that Francisco Domingo Joaquim

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….look, there is nothing in my mouth….

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…and she better should take a bath…. that smell is awful…

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…while I can eat that superrottensmellystinkyfaulty pigs ear in my bed…

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….hehehehehehe….

HAVE A SUPER MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

easyblog THIS MOMENT…

… SEE BEAUTIFUL

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hosted by Sugar the golden Retriever

Hell-o, look what beautiful things I’ve got:

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TWO cards were in my mailbox today. One came from Sam and his momma and it was a fabulous instruction how to smile… it came in time, Sam, today my momma had to solve another torture-session at the PT and she tried to smile while lifting the corners of her mouth upwards to her eyes, so no one could see the tears of pain :o)… but the good news is, that she can bend and stretch her damaged paw up to 95%… only 5% to go, till her gripping device works like before…maybe, butt we hope…

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The other card came from Stella Rose, Maggie Mae and Angus… and after the smile from Sam’s card, my mom  laughed as she read this wonderful  card.  Yes, let’s say pink is the new orange, right? That would make a great title for a book, we can write one about our adventures together, think that would be a blockbuster :o)

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Many Many thanks for your cards, to know you are on our side can chase even the pains away … and it makes a torture-day to a

BEAUTIFUL

day!

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btw: that post guys from france know no mercy, huh?… not even with Mr. Lincoln…that’s a serious case of lèse majesté, La Poste…just saying

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HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FRIDAY ALL

one for the road? ok, here we go: my mom read about the Worry Rabbit yesterday  in the post of the 3littlepugs… she loved this idea immediately and decided we need such a rabbit too. First the rabbit turned into a Tilda-Bear, because efurrybuddy can make a Tilda-Bear, even a monkey so maybe  even my momma with her 10 left thumbs can do that. Butt before she could start into a new diy-disaster, my dad had to make a paper pattern…

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…well… that’s not what she expected…and we better make no bear with that pattern, we need no Nightmare-Bear….such a bear would be more than we can bear… it’s like a reminder for a die-t and that’s the last thing my momma needs… and me too…

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easyblog WARDROBE WEDNESDAY

Hell-o

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spring cleaning is in full spring swing in my crib and my mom is busy with cleaning out her trashure chest aka wardrobe.

We found fabulous things there…

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dog sticks, date of expiration: 10/2001 (8 years before I was born YUM!)

100 Francs my dad had in an ole jacket- congratulations since 2012 the conversion period is over…that never would happen to my momma…

… and there was a  boarding card and an airplane ticket from 2006, the year my mom and my granny travelled to Turkey…

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… they started in Erfurt/Thuringia, that’s the next  airport near  my grandpawrents crib and easy to reach via the new highway, to fly with Sky Airlines to Antalya/Turkey…

From Antalya they travelled via bus to Side, were they stayed in a fabulous howltel. Honestly, there was nothing what was impawsible, the howltel was brandnew, the staff superfriendly and the food came directly from pawradise…

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As they entered the howltel they had a meeting where they were informed about the country and the do’s and dont’s, like

…driving with illegal Taxi’s

… hitching a ride…

… booking trips  on the beach or on the street

… to trust  “tour guides” outside of the howltel

… buying things of gold

… using your card on other places then official atm’s

… to stay away from drinks they offer you in stores or on the market

…and so on….YAAAAWN!

Bi-Ba-Boring thought the granny and my mom, grabbed the free drink and disappearead to the beach…

… where they first booked a boats tour  to a farmers market from a guy who hung around there and who was so kind to bring them to a jewellery store with his car where my granny bought some bling and paid with her card what the guy brought to the back room of his store for some minutes…

check. four things of the bucket list done.

… the jewellery guy also was so nice to offer his son as a tour guide for the next day, because his son knew the best stores with the best prices, so the mom and the granny were save from any rip-off or fraud.

…check. list cpompleted.

The boy was a supercool guy, he ran with the two chicks through Side, haggled with the dealers like a pro and he even knew how to enter the excavation sites of Side, what were closed for public,  that time, via jumping over a fence. Thanks Ibrahim, you were a brilliant tour guide!

Then the day of the great boats tour came and the granny and the mom drove via Dolmus bus to the harbor. There were many colorful tourist boats, called Gulets… butt none of them was the boat of my granny and my momma…

…and together with a couple from New Mexico who travelled through europe before they started their service at JFC Naple, they waited for 87 hours…

…and then their Gulet came along… a piece of driftwood not even the Flying Dutchman would enter, as old as dirt… it not even had a name, just a number…

on board of MS WHATEVER

on board of MS WHATEVER

butt anyway the couple and my granny and the mom hopped on board and shortly after they parked their butts there… a bunch of tourists from russia, a guitar  and 87 vodka bottles came on board too… Howlelujah! My mom and NM changed a look and sent a silent ARRROOO! to the sky what wasn’t heart because the guitar guy startet to rasp  the strings imediately…My granny was happy, she loves Russia a lot and her russian is eggs-cellent, because of her russian-born friend Tamara who worked with her for 6 years…

the nameless MS Whatever  turned into the MS BOOZE-TANIC within minutes and although it was the most scabby wreck within all that colorful boats, it was the one with  the funniest and loudest passengers ever…and therefore it became a tourists attraction too, because the peeps on the other boats around started to take photos of the wild dancing russians and my granny while my mom and NM looked for a place to hide…

Seasickness? …grab a Vodka…

weird looking  fish, grilled probably over a bush fire? …grab a Vodka…

you don’t speak russian?… ZawsZarowwwsye… YAY, here we go! grab a Vodka….

Totally plastered the passengers of MS BOOZE-TANIC arrived the port of Manavgat and via plank they entered the shore…

It’s not recommendable to visit a giant market as a Vodka bottle on two legs and so the two chicks and NM hold the hands of each other to find their way through 87 million people…with buying something from efurry stand… with their cards.. of course …

They later drove home with a bus and there the guitar guy had to play Eremits Bell 87 times for my granny… totally odd…

The next day Mrs. NM and my momma were near to death, not even able to write down their last will… and guess what this fabulous people of that howltel did? They brought them to the spa and there Onder, the man with the golden hands, reanimated the Vodka-victims via turkish bath, special oils, water torture  and a massage… FOR FREE! YAY!

The return flight  was sadly haunted, after they entered another pre-historic flying machine of Sky( no wonder that they gave up in 2013), the engines of that thingy died with some burping and farting noises, fortunately before the beast entered the runway and all passengers had to enter the next available planes to Germany, no matter what destinations, they only tried to get them out of their country…

And therefore my mom and the granny landed in Leipzig, while my grampy waited in Erfurt, because he never got the 87 sms and the 187 spoken messages, because  he forgot his phone at home.

After a battle with the guys in blue what tossed my poor granny and seized the darned Orgu cheese, because that’s a no go to import dairy products….

...uuuuuch granny... my momma died 87 deaths 
with the cigarettes in her luggage while 
killing the custom guys via verbal machine gun...

…they could enter the bus what brought them to the airport were they started their trip and were my grampy turned into a nuclear mushroom within that 3 hours he had to wait…

After all it was the bestest trip they ever had and it was totally worth to visit Turkey and all that super nice peeps there…and nothing was wrong with the cards, the gold or the Vodka… just the cheese never made it to their crib… SAG OLUN Turkey!

And that means the flight ticket will stay in my crib as a memory of a fabulous time…

HAVE A FABULOUS WEDNESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY…

Hell-o!

how was your weekend? Have you celebrated Easter or Passover or just a happy weekend?

I celebrated Easter…. like a Rockstar… with

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AND DROPS

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AND ROCK N’ ROLL

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…boy that staff was pixxed…

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… I acted in my bedroom that even the vandals would be green with envy…

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I turned into a Weim-o-cane and made a fabulous nest with that bedding stuff…

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My momma said I have all screws loose and she tried to make me go to rehab…

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…butt I said No No NOOOOOOO!

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…and so she tidied the bedroom WITH the Weimaraner inside…

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… that was not really smart, because as I left my bedcave via catapult seat…

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… it looked as messy than before… girls-logic, huh?

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HAVE A FUNNY MO(A)NDAY ALL!

easyblog HOPPY EWWSTER

Deeeeeer Friends,

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my momma decided to celebrate Easter a little earlier, because she couldn’t stand the smell of my easterbasket for longer thought I need a surprise immediately after that vet-terror… well, it was not really a surprise, my daddy bought a giant bag of pigs ears so all living things could smell it…

Butt anyway. Furst I’ve got my Easter-lunch: a filet mignon with carrots… My mom bought it on thursday,  after the vet she shoppered through a supermarket while my dad and me had to wait in the car… My dad still thinks a whole  filet was a little overdone (they don’t sell half packages, dad!), because we have to be ewww-conomical, but my fabulous momma balanced out our budget with purchasing the cheapest pizza for my dad. Pawesome!

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First my mom cut that filet in slices and then she placed it in a special pan, what you can use without fat… it’s called Fissler Crispy  and it’s just for me, because my momma eats no meat and therefore my dad has to eat no meat too…

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…the pan tells you when your meat is ready… because it sticks on the bottom of that pan till all pores of the meat are closed…

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…then you can flip it over without problems…

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…some carrots to pretend that’s healthy food…

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…. and VIOLA! ready!

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GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!

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While I ate my lunch, my mom colored some eggs (uh! ugly!) and she threw that pizza in the oven….

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…while she prepared some cherrytomatoes with Mozzarella, basil and balsamico..

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And after that lunch I’ve got my easterbasket! YAY!

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The basket smelled to high heaven,  butt for me that was the best perfume ever…

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GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!!!!!

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I’ve got two rope toys, special dental chews, mini salamis and this

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wonderful stinky ears….

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This time I’ve got my gift in the kitchen, because my momma was afraid I could bring that stinky stuff into my bed…

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…ummmm. …. WHAT?

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… I first helped my momma with my blog and we read and commented together…

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…till my mom said I smell like roadkill from that pigs ear…

GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!!!!!

GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!!!!!

… oh boy, really? gimme such a dental stick…

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GIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANERGIVEITTOTHEWEIMARANER!

…and such a salami, so I smell like italy like you do  from your cheap pizza…

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…and then I suddenly became dog tired…

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… to make sure that no one steals the leftovers of my pig ear, I parked a slimy well chewed part in my mommas can with roasted honey almonds…

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…and turned into a Pawsona Non Grata that way…including bedroom ban…

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…butt my momma is a good sports, she can’t be mad at me longer than 2 minutes…

…and so she removed the things I spat in her can…and offered the almonds to my daddy…

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yo. because we have to be ewww-conomical, right? And we know that you can’t drop the moneh like that donkey in the fairytale dad…because even the ole romans already knew: pecunia NON olet… just saying…

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HOPPY EASTER TO YA

easyblog VE-TORTURE

HELL-O,

today was THE DAY… I had to drive to the vet….

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that was not in the middle of the night, it was 11:30 am… what a nice easter weather, huh?

First I saw the sign… it means: Abandon all hopes, ye who enter there…yeah Dante Alighieri that’s sooo true… and because all dogtors talk in strange tongues: Lasciate ogno speranza, voi ch’entrate…

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Then I had to wait in the car, because the waiting room was occupied by feline patients…

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…and my momma better stays in the car anyway, because  she forgot to shave her legs…. EWWWWW….

And then, then they dragged me in that crib…

My beautiful picture

I don’t know what kind of treats they have there, but I bet it was pure LSD…. or Meth where you become addicted with the first piece…

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… and while they poked me with a giant needle and inspected my back door I bit a hole in the coat of the vet to get more treats…

The scale said: 38.7 kg (85 lbs) and that’s not bad, even when my mom that ole nitpicker said, we have to remove that 700 gram, right? Pfffffff… whatever…it’s anyway just the dirt they removed from my ears… so no worries, momma….

After 87 hours of torture we got a Milbemax pill to remove pawsible illegal immigrants from my 7 stomaches and the stomach-tubes…

Then we could leave that uncomfy place…

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…. ahhh wait… what? an urine sample? Well, why not… there you have it… help yourself….

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See ya…. NOT!

I’m glad I survived that trip and I’m back at home now.

Have a better thursday all….