FURRY FURRYDAY

BON CHEW HEI & GOD DAG,

Hvordan har du det?

Je er Kris, Kris Mus…oh you don’t speak my language? No problem… I’m Kris, Kris Mus and I came all the long way from Norway to be the friend of a Weimaraner named Mr. Phoenix…. I’m one of the mice of Mara and I bet a lot of you know me or one of my siblings and maybe a sister or a brother lives with you ?

… my welcome in this house was a little wild, while someone opened the box like a berserk so I hopped on the shoulder of the next best human…

…where I watched what this gray guy did with my travel box…

….pheeeew I’m glad that I hopped out of the box before I end as confetti…

… but nevertheless I’m here now and I hope this wild guy will be my friend soon. Butt please don’t tell him that I’m here… I’m a surprise and I will sit under the christmas tree in …

…GAAAH!…. here he comes …

…. oh crap… now he saw me…. butt guess what? I will wait in a box till christmas anyway…. maybe then my heart beats no longer like a drum… and I’m brave enough to say hello to this guy….so

…Ha det bra & vi ses…

deres venn Kris Mus.

… and if you want a mousy visitor from Norway too, you can get one here: https://miceformama.blogspot.fr/

MANY THANKS TO MARA!!!!!!

AND A FURRY FURRYDAY TO YOU ALL

 

 

 

 

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Pawetry Thursday

BON CHEW

to a brandnew round of Angel Sammy’s and Teddy’s Paw-e-thaton… this time we have a picture as a prompt and we will write a poem while watching the picture…

when dark clouds on the sky appear

and we are sad and full of fear….

then we think of our friends what are far but near

and all the sorrows will disappear

the power of friendship  can chase the dark clouds away

and it gives us  hope more than we can say

and a rainbow appears what shows us a new  way….

HAVE A COLORFUL THURSDAY ALL

 

DEAR FURRIENDS,

this year my grandpawrents sent my christmas cards from germany via my grampy’s office , so don’t be afraid if you see a strange german  addy… it’s just me :O)))

WILD WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW….

there is a storm outside….the wind is howling and the rain comes down on our nuts like an icy cold shower…

….and we have to stay in my crib…

…and while I played in my kitchen…

…it suddenly started to snow there too….

…..do we have a hole in da roof?

….we should check that… a snow storm in da kitchen is no fun….

HAVE A WARM WEDNESDAY ALL

 

 

TRAVEL TROUBLE TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

I pondered over the  weekend if I really want to share my show-adventure, butt then I thought put up or shut up, we are friends and we share all things even the sad ones and also  the embarrassing stuff….

…so we drove to Nantes on saturday to join the Pink Party… Nantes is a former part of Brittany butt  it belongs to the department  Loire-Atlantique now. It’s two hours away from us, so we had to start in the early morning to be there in time…

…on the way to the show palace I met a lot of pups…

hello little schnauzer girl…

…hello I-don’tknow-your-breed, butt you are cute…

…any suggestions? it’s no pommeranian… maybe a fox? nordic breed?… I have no clue butt we liked each other…

….hiiiiiii poooooodles!!!!

…. so nice to meeeet ya….

…then I played with Mr. Jack and although we both are males we went very well along together…

… then we entered the pink pawty palace…

…the show was in full swing in more than 87 rings…

… they even had a jail there… I wonder what this little guys did  that they landed behind da bars…and there also was a giant candy stand we all had to pass on the way to the rings… probably a kind of test?

…our ring was next to the ring with the Great Pyrenean Mountain dogs… and the mama hugged this big polar bear…

… scandalous… I had to prevent  that  immediately with wild barking…

…and look there is Nilsen and his mom

we know them via FB, but on samedi we met us the furst time in da furs…

…and there is Marwei, my rival in the ring…

…and because it can be a little hairy with two males in the ring, Marwei and his owner came over to say hello, so we could see how much security distance we will need … well… it worked… we will not become  BFF’s butt there is no hate nor aggression… hey… don’t whisper “loser” in my ear… and would  you believe that he  is one month YOUNGER than me?

…the courage of the mama slipped a little southwards as she saw our rival, butt she was still confident that I will be a good ring partner..

…but like always… while humans make plans, the Weim laughs…

…and then two things happened… the mama was  told that we have to use a show leash and that we have to enter the ring right now…Uh ! OH! WHAT? WHO? WHERE? WHEN? NOW? …AAAAH!

Nilsen’s mama tried to help us with attaching the equipment, but you can not learn the things you ignored for weeks within 20 seconds…

…and so the mama walked da green mile with an upset weimaraner, who missed his comfy soft collar …

…and who wanted to do anything butt not to walk on that  runway to hell…

…aaaand here we go… or let’s say the Hobbit hopped through the ring like a goat…

…. and then he  tried to do a french leave…

…butt the mama had no sense  about the right time to buzz off…

…she accidentally  made it through the running part by the skin of her teeth….butt hey it was tooooo early to breathe….

… because there is a factor she has to notice and that factor is named da Weim…

…wanna see my teeth? NO WAY dude…

…I’m outta here… well nearly… that darned show leash is sadly no slip through collar…

…butt that was it finally  for me and the mama…

….  the judge made his decision and Nantes turned into Waterloo for me and the mama…and because there were no words for our gig the judge wrote a wordless evaluation sheet….where he noted ONLY the good things he saw…

…. therefore we got an empty sheet….

… butt nevertheless the judge was eggs-tremely  very patient and friendly…

…he  also told the mama that we have to solve this problem with my man-hating and he also eggs-plained the mama that I miss only one thing: ow-pee-dience.

WHAT? I never heard about that….is that a skin cream or something you can eat?

…butt as I saw the sad mama  I felt some  shame too … just an atomic teeny weeny tiny little bit…

…then we said  bye to Nilsen and Marwei and all other pups …

…and after the obligatory trashure hunt for the Elephant Skate…

…is it here?…

…is it there?

…or everywhere? we fortunately found our ride and drove home…

…butt I felt a little uncomfy for the sad mama…

…and so I promised the mama 3 BIG christmas gifts my dad has to pay for and also  that ow-pee-dience, whatever it is, I hope I can buy it at amazon or maybe in china… and here,  last butt not least the slideshow with all the friends I met at that Pink Party…

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….and even when the pink turned  a little black that day, we met a lot of nice people and pups,   we the mama  learnt a lot and we she will try to fail better next time…. she can count on me for that…. just saying…

HAVE A BRIGHT AND PINK TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

…oooooh what’s that?

CARROTS!

…I think I will grab me one or two while the dad fights with the fireplace…

….no I don’t give it back… furget it…

now we have no carrot-head butt a carrot bed…. hehehe

…and the carpet looks very festive now too….

HAVE A CARROT-ATIVE MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

FURRY FURRYDAY

BON CHEW,

…and hi-ho… we go to a show! It’s PINK PARTY tomorrow in Nantes, one of the biggest shows of France … My starting number is 1349

… wow… that means nearly 87 pups are there… and there is also a cat show, a parrot show and a kind of food show… they show  chicken and ducks and other  groceries…

…the national  show on saturday is for  the  CACS-Certificat d’aptitude au Championat and on sunday the show is international and for  the CACIB- Certificat d’Aptitude au Championnat International de Beauté. We go only saturday, because the mama had a smart plan I know  I’m beautiful, so we haven’t to waste moneeh for that…. butt speaking about wasting the hard earned peanuts…

…the mama needed some strategic material and viola, amazon delivered fast and furious like always…

…wanna see what’s inside?…. hehe me too…

…aaaah GOTCHA!

…crap that was just the wrapping paper…

… butt here is my black furryday haul…. a red harness and a weim-color harness… and a collar…

…let’s see if the collar fits…

…not bad huh? and I think I will wear it with the price tag… it has something special, right?

…and here comes the furst harness…. it is read and light weight and it has a handle to carry the weimaraner like a suitcase…

….I think that looks not bad…and it’s superfast attached and removed from da weimaraner… and it also has a security clip, so someone without thumbs can not take it off…

…the second harness is very soft and it is made with very solid material… but it needs a while to get that weimaraner into that harness….

… I think I’m well prepared for the Pink Party… the mama foamed a little, because her smart plan went in da bucket like always. She signed up for saturday because she read there is a female judge in my ring because you maybe will know that I have a special (UN)relationship with men…. but they  changed the judges at the last minute… instead of a female judge from Poland I will be judged now by a male judge from Eire… and I hope he will like me… And I hope I will meet a lot of fartbook friends there and we all will have a fabulous pink day… or like the irish saying goes:

EVER TRIED.

EVER FAILED.

NO MATTER.

TRY AGAIN.

FAIL AGAIN.

FAIL BETTER.

-Samuel Becker “Worstward Ho”-

HAVE A FABULOUS FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

 

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

to a new round of Angel Sammy’s and Teddy’s Paw-e-thaton… today we have the letter Z… and the prompts are ZOO ZING ZIPPER ZAP… and here we go:

You all may know the Jack the Ripper, who rippered in London once,

butt do you know The ZIPPER-Ripper? That is a pup who lives in France.

Many sweaters, jackets, trousers landed on his death list fast.

And all that clothes are now tatters, souvenirs of an intact past.

The ZIPPER-Ripper knows no mercy, killed them with all zip and ZAP

hard times for the textile fellows who have to live with that evil pup.

HAVE A ZIPPY ZURSDAY ALL

WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? The mama bought me a thingy…

…it was huge … 87 inches or so…

….I grabbed it immediately and…

…I dragged it through my whole crib…

… it was hard to make confetti from that thingy…

… and suddenly it disappeared… we have no clue where it is now… neither me nor the staff has something to do with the sudden vanishing of that thingy… (although their statements are always questionable)

So if you see a thingy please throw it back to me… it’s just half-shredded and I would like to finish my oeuvre….

HAVE A WILD WEDNESDAY ALL

 

TRAVEL TROUBLE TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

and guess what? The mama invited me  for  a HAPPY HOUR. Oh what a surprise…. and surprisingly my dad was on board too, although I thought he dislikes such  events…

we started in the  afternoon and we furst stopped at the park of La Cheze…

…the weather was nice for some minutes so we waddled around that whole pond thingy

while I counted the ducks and pondered about tasty recipes…

…of course it’s a pond, so we have to ponder, right?

then we drove to the next town, Loudeac…. it’s no big town butt famous, because it was the location of a movie named Faites Sauter La Banque with Louis de Funes….from 1964… and in 2008 the Banque actually a sauté dans le seau, a fire destroyed the whole crib… and there sadly flew no moneeh around, my dad and 87k other poor chaps waited in vain….butt I wander off the subject…

…ok, so   while wandering  around I always looked for the Happy Hour butt I couldn’t find it…

I only saw a gazillion of wimmen who ran into a shoe store like chased by 87 furies…

…and suddenly the mama grabbed my daddys moneeh and  ran in that store too….she did not even notice that she was covered with dog hairs…so I was quasi  with her… sort of…

…. butt the bigger part of me waited in the car with my dad, next to another poor pup who was been humbugged  by his mama too….

…we had some small talk and after nearly two lifetimes 7 minutes  my dad became impatient and said he will look for his wallet  the mama…

…good idea, I mean it was Happy Hour and not Happy Days  or Happy Years, right?

after some minutes they both came back with grumpy faces… the mama because she could only buy one pair of boots before my dad lifted her out of that store and  my dad because he picked the wrong moment and the mama prescribed him immeowdiately some shoes too… becauseweareanywaythereandbecausethereare50%ofefurrythingonlytodayandyousurewillnotneeditbuttheyarecheapsowegrabthischancebyassandneck. Period.

The mama said this place was so crowded with screaming kids and screaming wimmen, that she left it volountary  even with just only one pair boots…. I wonder why they call such a thing  Happy Hour…. humans are weird….

Butt nevertheless I made some deals too… a new leash and 4 packs of different chewing bones….that means Happy Hour tonight for me… ha!

HAVE A HAPPY HOUR TUESDAY ALL

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

 

This is the time and the mama thought she will celebrate the start of THE SEASON with pawmade cookies…

She found a recipe and a picture in a magazine and me and my dad were condemned to assist her…

in case you are crazy enough, here is the recipe:

150 gram margarine (we used butter, cookies need butter. period.)

125 sugar (that’s tooooo much, reduce it)

1 pack vanilla sugar

1 egg

300 gram flour

1pinch salt

1 teaspoon gingerbread seasoning

decoration stuff like almonds, frosting and chocolate icing… all the eggs-pensive stuff you can find in da shelf with baking stuff…

mix efurrything together,eggscept the decoration stuff ,

cut out some round cookies and bake it for 10-15 minutes in your pre-heated oven at 180°c for 10-15 minutes, till they look slightly browned

…eeeew the mama that is NOT tasty….

…I gave it only a short sniff and walked away…. and THAT is a BAD sign if not even a greedy pup tries to snitch something… just saying…

butt the mama ignored all signs of doom and started to decorate the cookies… the plan was to make owls, reindeers, foxes and hedgehogs…

 

… awful… just awful… butt at least you can realize owls and reindeers… with a truckload of imagination…

…. butt it came much more worse….while doing the foxes and the hedgehogs the frosting became hard and the mama fired the pack back into the pot with the hot water….watercontaminated icing is THE death in da pot….litter-alley….

….. the mama lost furst her  patience, then her marbles and hogwilderish she made her own creation with the last part of the chocolate icing…

… sometimes even weird looking things are tasty butt not this cookies, what became technically f-ookies after the nuclear meltdown of the mama…the consistence is a mix of concrete and sahara sand and you get a sugar shock, because the icing and the sugar is way toooo much…

… butt we learnt something from this disaster…. Furst: never trust the medias and the press… they always lie and the result is different from anything they promised. Second: we have a bakery in our kraal and it’s open efurry sunday… why not supporting the baker and his furmily instead to transform the kitchen into a battlefield and to poison a dad with inedible cookies?

…butt nevertheless the mischief was done… so

Happy Advent to you all…

…and a big hug to all who have sorrows