FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW

to a super flower power furryday hosted by Da DB Boyz

We drove to Plemet and we discovered this zen-oase at the majors office…

…yes dad, you are standing at the correct place… in case the flowers decide to come down…

…and look what beautiful Weimaraner is in the middle of that two … well ya know …

…they even have a lot of palm trees there, maybe to pretend a tax oasis?

…and there is  a cloister where the sinners can ponder about their fiscal crimes before they enter the chamber of fiscal torture…

da Côtes d’Armor  is no tax pawradise….. just saying…. da big kahunas can empty ymy daddys  wallet even faster than the mama….and that  our crib is just 3km (1.86mi)away from a better &cheaper place is really rough luck… but it fits to us…

… and yes, dad that’s the next try… you are at the right place…

…but the flowers were not in the mood to turn into a flower-bomb … maybe next time…

…there are also  a lot of healthy plants like lavender and other weed… probably to pamper the nerves of the peeps who have to bring the tax moneeh in…

…and there is even a pyramid, the same you have on the $$ bills… butt that’s just coincidence…of course…

the pyramid has a little pond, probably for the hopeless pecunary cases…

…naah it’s no one inside… so there is enough room for you dad…

…think we better make a french leave…

…before my dad gets a waterboarding  for being a tax ewww-ader…

…we rather walk around the lake on the other side of the street…

… NO! the weimaraner  dislikes to finish his walk now…

… I want to stay here and I don’t go back in the car…

period….. eggscept there are some treats in your pocket…

HAVE A FABULOUS FLOWER POWER FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

 

DIY POETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

here comes the next letter of Angel Sammy’s Poethaton… it’s the G….and the prompts are: GARDEN GROCERIES GIGGLES GRANDMA

My GRANDMA  comes soon to see her bestest Weim,

I will surprise her with doing some crime.

With hiding  some GROCERIES in  her bed, I think she will GIGGLE,

butt the mama went mad.

She said in the GARDEN I have to stay,

butt I ignored her and I said NAY!

While speaking of GIGGLES  and boys banned in the GARDEN, here is our newest DIY-Disaster:

it started with something what was ginormous 4.99 at the junk store of the mama…

…and the name was poppy clock… that’s a clock you can fix  with  double sided duct tape or screws on the wall . You have the clock in the middle and 12  flower shaped thingies around  what replace the numbers of the clock.

…the mama read the instruction sheet and then she picked the ROUND design…

…at this moment efurrything was ok, butt then the one and only butt epic mistake happened: she asked my dad…

…. he agreed and I knew  that no matter what time the clock shows, hard times will come to our crib…

… and I was right…

… that is not round….nor a ring…

…and it is NOT what the mama eggs-pected… it’s far away from that what she wanted… as far as the planet melmac from slice earth…

…and melmac will be probably the place where my dad has to live now… fine, then I can get his bed….

…and then my dad removed the duct tape flowers including the wall paper… they were anyway for eons on the wall, let’s say 3 weeks or so…

….JEEEESUZ! , dad you are so much in the bucket like the buck in the buck-ingham pawlace… and I can not  wait to see your eggs-ecution…

and while my dad was sentenced to remove the ruined wallpapers and to add new ones… he had a phonecall probably with a howltel on melmac or an immigration agency there…

so I decided to solve that problem the weim-way…

…come to the weimaraner haunted poppy clock beast…

…gotcha… and now…

… I will give you what you deserved…

…you darned 4.99-troublemaker… mission confettied….

…and now back to the crime-scene, I will show my dad how and where he has to install that black flower thingies…

…yes… put the one on the left a little bit higher and the one on the right a little bit deeper… yeah, thats good… and now make a step backwards to see it from another paw-spective… hehehehe

…hop over the mama and look how I fixed that clock on the wall…

…better? better.

…and guess who’s da best boy now…. I’ll give you a hint … it’s NOT my dad… he is on the way to melmac… hope he will ask Alf for an autograph for me…

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

WEIM-WEDNESDAY

…wooooah! oh look Phenny what a mighty fine ring… it rocks, sadly I’m on the rocks…

…no worries the mama I can buy ya that rocking ring…

…oh that means we are engaged now?

…well… hehehe… in theory… butt  things what start with en are mostly not good…

…like en-gaged, or en-tangled…or en-ervated…en-amoured… or like THE EN-D…

… oh that means you don’t love me enough to buy me that rocking ring  be engaged with me… nice Phenny… really nice…

…oh come on the mama I sure love ya…

…it is just…. that in practice  I  have other plans for my future…

…like buying that brandnew kong toy…and you sure will understand, right?

…ummm NO!….. No? Nooo? Nooooo?… and the en-gagement is as broke as your wallet?

…phewww…this cup passed from me… butt wimmen, huh?who can understand them? Whatever… I will buy me that toy now…red, green or pink, whatcha think?

HAVE A WILD WEDNESDAY ALL

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

yesterday we drove to La Trinité-Porhoët to walk around the Lake Sammy…

…there were lots of flowers efurrywhere…

…and we enjoyed the quiet little village…

…and suddenly we discovered some things we never noticed before…

…like the cross what was covered from a tree once…

…and the wild bushes what want to be ducks according to the wire base they have …

…nice idea in theory but a fail in practice… hehehe… we are familiar with such results…

…and we also discovered some wooden fishermen along the little creek…

…this poor chap lost his fishing rod, probably he had moby dick on the line once…

…and look what cute decoration they have here…

…there is another wooden  fisherman… think the mama greeted this guy 87 times and she always thought he is a grumpy ole fart because he never greeted back…

…and there are even two washwomen who have to do the laundry even more often than the mama….

…we never noticed all this little details while walking along there… so while walking with open eyes and open mind the wellknown area turned into a brandnew place…

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…with  the christmas decoration what’s still there from last year… or maybe it is the furst one for this year… only 153 days to go…

…and last butt not least the actual object of desire of the mama….

…what a pretty cool crib with a fabulous wisteria wall…

and finally last:

…a nosy Weim :o)

HAVE A GOOD TUESDAY ALL

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

…normally I should sit in the car this moment on my way to Ile d’ Oleron….butt I’m still here.

And normally I should play in the ocean with my brandnew water-toy the mama bought me for my howl-i-day…

… butt that’s not possible…

…it’s in the trashcan because it ‘s  technically  confettied sunken without seeing the water…

And also normally the dogs of Saint Trojan Les Bains should howl with laughter at the weimaraner with the lifesaver vest… butt they will miss this event…

Because life is a beach and it can ruin the howliday on a beach…

Furryday night my grampy brought the granny to ER for a serious case of UTI. While in the waiting room he supported a woman who lost balance and while helping her he suddenly went on the ground with pains…. The nurse discovered a finger as thick as a sausage and a blood poisoning… While the granny had to run through some quick tests, he had surgery and in the middle of the night the bro of the granny picked them up and brought them home. He said nothing before about hurting his finger , so no one had a clue that he was in pains since days.  The meds for the granny did the trick and she felt better, butt sadly the grampy picked the sh*t end of the stick and had to go back to the louse-pital the next morning where he had another surgery. They removed a lot of tissue from his finger again and it seems that the second surgery solved the problem, even when his pointer looks weird now for all eternity… that’s tolerable it fortunately was not the statement finger…

We have no clue how and when he hurt his finger and the grampy  will not enlighten us with scary details, he said it happened while counting moneeh, period. To be honest, he is related with the mama and belongs to this family, so I rather don’t want to know what he actually did… we only know that a string trimmer was somehow included… so we can use our imagination…

We had to cancel our howliday and the howltel and we got a lot of trouble, butt my dad solved all issues without losing much money…. he lost just his dignity, because some hotline people are more hoot-line peeps… just saying.

We hope that my grandparents can come this weekend or as soon as my grampy can drive a car… it’s sh*tty to have a thick banadage on your hand when you drive a stick-car…. eggs-cept you live in uk or oz (sadly not) or you drive a slushbag ride (never!) and the grampy isn’t as mad bendable than  the mama who can use the stick while maneuvering the wheel with her knees…

The mama promised me some day trips where I maybe can wear the weird bee-vest and we look forward to see my grandparents soon…. they have all my food on board, because it was cheaper in germany and now I have to wait for my cans I missed them a lot…. like the new coffeemachine, the count vaccula, my virobi and many other strategic material for the mama what’s still in the car of the grandpawrents…

And the moral of this story:  Man makes plans and God laughs…

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW,

to a fabulous FLOWER FURRYDAY by Da DB-BOYS

…and here comes da butterfly lilac..

…and the lavender… do you know that lavender is in the oldest “modern” perfume of slice earth?It is quasi “the good ole time” in a bottle and like the most perfumes of Guerlain it has a story or statemend behind.  It was created around 1889 by Aimé Guerlain as an homage for a beautiful young woman named Jicky , he met as he was a student.  So if you want to get a bottled time machine, you can add it to your  bathroom-armory…

 

then we saw pink flowers…

…and some white ones…

…far-away-flowers…

bridge-flowers…

…and wall flowers… sorry the pictures are a little blurry that’s because of the tremendously speed of our 3.5 HP elephant skate…

hydrangeas and the common for sale sign…

…and some arrangements around the war memorial…

…and last butt not least… a beautiful pink rose…

…and a carrot… what’s technially no flower , but a nice decoration fur efurry house too

HAVE A FABULOUS FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

POETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

to a new week with Angel Sammy’s pawetry alphabet. Today we feature the letter F… like the letter what appears mostly in math lessons and F like the word the mama uses the most (38 times in ONLY ONE sentence).

Butt the prompts are not related with THAT  F-word… they are FEAST; FROG; FROSTY; FAMILY… just saying

A FROG in France that is at least

for that  green hoppers  no party nor FEAST

they often end FROSTY in the freezers of the stores

and to cook FROGs is one of the french housewife chores.

butt before the mama with that FROGlegs fails

she rather is clever and feeds her FAMILY with  snails….

BON APPÉTIT!

now to something you can wear for a FEAST… butt not when it is FROSTY…

…the mama currently works on an ice cream cemetery cover and she begged the smartest one of this FAMILY for help…

…so look there is a thing what covers the whole mess from neck to paws…

…hahaha that’s a trashbag the mama, butt you are on the right way…

… according to well informed sources, people call this kind of bags dresses…

…an you sure can wear it at a dog show, I will wear one too and then we both are dressers…

…butt this one is a little dated…it’s from 1999… oh…ouch … that’s the price!

…and what do you mean with I have to bee-hive when wearing a dress…

…oh I know… that special bee-havior is called dress-age right?

… and dress-age bring us back to the aged dress from 1999…

..the one we can not buy because the price became too up-dated after 18 years in a store…like that wine what lures in a cellar for centuries…

… that makes it technically to a mourning dress…. but that’s good… dog shows are always in the morning…

…I think we go nekked to da next show… then SHE can not blame it on da steam-roller shorts and I haven’t to wear a dress… we go un-dressed … that’s not restricted, I checked the pawlicies… so no s-dress at that front…

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE THURSDAY ALL

btw: we currently have a horrible internet connection… it’s an  on-off relationship. Bouygues Telecom said, they work and try to fix it, butt… they also added 10GB for free to the phone of the mama, butt with the win-doofus phone it is a mission impawsible to write&comment … so in case of being awol, we are still there and try to keep up…

WORDY WEIM WET-NESDAY

look what they did!!!!

…they threw me in the bathtub!

mayday!

SOS!

…and I ask myself what sense it makes…

…to throw a harmless pup in such a dirty water…

…I mean no one can get clean in such a muddy swill , right?

…. and they have to glue EVERY hair back on me…

…that’s as clear as mud…. or the water in that bathtub…

HAVE A DRY WETNESDAY ALL

TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

on the way back from that show, we stopped at the canal for a walk…

…let’s go dad and give smoke signals for the mama sho she can find us when she waddles 3 miles behind us…

… I enjoyed the quiet area and the place where I only can read my own pee mails…

…and where no one is on da streets…

… oh rural france how much we missed you while we were in that BIG city with ginormous 13.965 noses…

… the look over (nearly) endless fields and meadows with peaceful citizen….

…. and the cute little houses…

…and the cuterer and littlerer houses…

… and the quiet canal what showed me a beautiful weimaraner as I looked inside… probably a water-aner…

…and the only things what were big there, were the treat dispensers I saw on my way…

… they are on my wishlist now… but I’m not sure if 3 are enough… I rather take 5….

HAPPY TUESDAY TO YA ALL

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? I was at a show yesterday… it was in Pontivy and a I met a lot of pups…

Hello… what’s you name?

Princess Leeeeah!… or her cousin ;o)

…and a friend of da princess…

..and another friend…

…and a chocolate-like  pup…

..and Milonga and Glizenn..

…and Jackson and Jamaica…

…and this cute little pup I loved immediately… sadly he was in jail, so we couldn’t play together…

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…the weather was very good, mild and a little muggy butt no hot sun, the rival who was announced to be with me in the ring wasn’t there, so I’ve got a solo-gig too and I was a nice guy the whole time… so efurrything was pawfect… till… I entered the ring… BUTT IT WAS NOT MY FAULT… just saying

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… the mama said I even topped my bestest brother Easy that day… think I’ll take that for a compliment…

…and that screams for something right?

…bring on the BIG jar…

….that’s a trophy too, right?

R.I.G.H.T.

…ummm ….why you look so sad the mama? What’s wrong? Is it for da ruined show or what? NO?

…it is because she looks like a  fat steam roller  in the pictures with that darned short…. (see… I told ya NOT my fault…)

WHAT?!

… BAWHAHAHA!….oh mother I sometimes worry for ya… honestly…

…thanks to Association Canine Territoriale Bretonne for a great event…

AND A GREAT MO(A)NDAY TO YOU ALL