MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

with the furst day of a new week and with a new DIY-disaster…

the mama wanted a new closet and yesterday she started her unhowly oeuvre…

…furst she removed some trashures of a pawt of da closet…

…and I helped her with being indaway…

and with being indaotherway….

and with being indaotheranotherway…

…then I decided to evacuate some trashures too…

…butt I brought them to a wrong place and she fired me…

…and that’s an epic fail  to replace a smart virgo-weim with a diy-cowboy-dad…just saying…

…and it needed not even 5 minutes and 87  ole wallpaper shreds on da floor instead in the trashbag,  then the dad got da sack too…

…at least I’ve got no sack butt a sock…

the mama started to change the wallpapers, butt as soon as they were on the wall she noticed something…

 

….she accidentally grabbed a different roll of wallpaper at the diy-cowboy-store …

…after 87 wild curses and 187 arrroooooo’s to the sky, she decided to leave it as it is and to cover the different pawt  with hanging more clothes in that thingy, so they will cover her ewww-pic fail…

…I have some doubts that this idea will work…. my dad made his odontodynia-face and that means: furget it…

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

(AFTER) SHOW SATURDAY

BON CHEW,

look, here is my evaluation from the DOG SHOW in Rennes… translated by the breeder, Mrs. Silly…

Teeth are correct
Very good head
Ear well attached and good length
Distance skull and nose excellent
Neckline ok
Juvenile body
Correct angulations
Excellent feet
very sportive walking
… and now we ponder why we got no “trés prometteur”, butt anyway, the judge said so…
…the breeder also suggested some  more training, the last 3 words were a hint, it means that dashing through the SHOW is no good idea… butt the mama was the fast&furious  and ricocheted through da ring…while I billygoated next to her…
…hey wait a minute… then it is HER fault, right? … good to know… I will milk that to the max… that’s for sure…

HAVE A GOOD SATURDAY ALL 

FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW

to FLOWER FURRYDAY by Angel Dory & Da Boyz

…so furst we have a lot of roses, they are big this year and they look a little bit like the roses  you can win at a shooting gallery of a fair… like those the mama always wanted butt never got because she wouldn’t hit a barn door with a banana far less with a rifle…

…then there are some pinks what come back efurry year…. troopers!

… and last butt definitely least the goners from the junk store….

… watch out you colored salad, the beheader is there….

HAVE A FABULOUS FLOWER FURRYDAY ALL

 

TOOFUS THURSDAY

BON CHEW

If you enter the GOLDEN SEAGULL 

to load  your tummy and your mouth full…

…. then don’t place your order at that thing what’s green…

… or what you want will never be seen…

… butt after walking in that booth the old style way….

… Da Phenny  got his ice cream and that’s okay…

HAVE A TERRIFIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

WEIM-WEDNESDAY PAWS-PORT TO

PAWRIS…

late, butt never too late to talk about my adventures in Pawris…

…after  an endless odyssey through that Pawris, because that village is a little bigger than my kraal…

…we finally met Jean&Bill at the roof terrace of their fab howltel… let’s say Bill&Jean were faster in Pawris from Canada than my dad from western france…

…that was a great idea this howltel-guys had… there was a small lawn for dogs and that is the thing you hardly can find in that Pawris…so if you travel with a dog to Pawris, pick Mercure Howltel Montmartre…

…we had some coffee and coke and water there…. and the mama got the best coffee she ever had… so another point to visit Mercure Howltels…

… my dad got just a small coke, he wasted to much moneeh while paying taxi drivers for being our scouts….

…after a short break in our howltel room, we started to walk to a famous food-temple … the MOULIN DE LA GALETTE…it was a long and eggs-hausting way to that restaurant, no one told us that Pawris is built on that kill-i-man-sharow…

… so it was no wonder that the mama sent an eye-sos to that waiter to bring on the food… if you miss me, I’m undercover aka under-table with a bone…

….and Bill waited too… after 87 miles uphill we needed a meal im-meal-diately…. and there was also this balcony on the other side of the street… and always if we looked up to that balcony a man was there who smoked a cigarette while watching the food on our plates… bet that was a spy…

…. and here comes the food…

… isn’t that great?…. shrimps with  kataifi and they were delicious…

…and because I was such a fab guest… they named even the water after me, ha!

The way home was a little easier, because we went down as fast as the niagara falls… but you need good brakes… otherwise you land in one of that gazillion tables and chairs the people placed efurrywhere…

After all it was a good evening and we had a good sleep… eggscept the mama, who landed on the floor because the beds of Pawris are completely different from your doggy baskets or pillows at home… just saying…

HAVE A GREAT WEDNESDAY….

…and for more travel-tales you can visit the Canadian Cats

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

….it’s SHOWTIME!

…and me, the mama and the dad drove to the capital city of Brittany… to Parc Expo Rennes Aeroport… to visit the CACIB (Certificat d’Aptitude au Championnat International de Beauté )show ….

…woah… the 3 country eggs in da big city…

….no wonder that I jumped with joy, huh? Butt soon I learnt that I can’t jump at efurry dog, there were too many… more than 2000… eggs-actly 2082…and I took a photo of some pups, butt sorry the canon is finally in da bucket and the mama had only her phone, so the quality is…poopr

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… after I said hell-o to all that pups, we went to Ring 34 were all the weims lured to welcome the new kid in town… and that new kid was me.

Efurrything was well decorated till we came, but then my dad landed in that fab green thingy  with da  number 34 next to the ring ass backwards and it looked more dishelveled than decorated…

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…I met Milonga and Glizenn and guess what? Milonga is the niece of Easy….

…and because  Milonga is nearly as old as me, one week younger or so,  she started in the same class like me… the puppy class…

…and then I grabbed the leash of the mama and we entered the ring…

…Milonga said she will watch me and she also  will not laugh… at least she will try….

…and then we waddled away…

… with (nearly) Mach 2… and a LOOSE leash…

…the mama said she can’t believe that this happens…

… me neither so I did some wild  billy goat leaps…

…then the judge came close and looked at my back…

…and into my mouth…aaaah…

…and then they did something what looks like a twister game to check the other side of the weimaraner…

… and then we waited …

…and waited….

…and then we got our evaluation and could leave da ring.

…butt I said furget it, Andy Warhol said, efurrybuddy has the right to get 15 minutes of fame… and my 15 minutes are not over… so I started a sit in  in the ring… Sadly the mama grabbed her weimaraner and carried him out of the ring…. Sneaky! I will call her BRUTUS now….

…and then Milonga was in the ring and Milonga won the puppy class. CONCATS!!! BRAVO!

after that  we planned to go home, butt we couldn’t find the elephant skate…

… so we had a nice long walk while we looked for our ride…

the mama said she wasn’t the driver who parked that car so girlish…. and I’m the eyewitness, she is right…

…but finally…. YAY we found it!!!

I say THANK YOU for a great event to

ASSOCIATION CANINE TERRITORIALE BRETONNE, to all sponsors and helpers, to all dogs and people who came and to the many peeps of the security forces who agreed to protect this event… although it was sunday… and although that normally dogs guard humans and not vice versa… but that’s probably a result of the “new reality” we have to face now…

HAPPY TUESDAY TO YOU ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MOANDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? The mama had an idea… yes, yes, yes… look for your helmets and seek for shelter….

…the plan was, to put all houseplants together  in the big pot you can see on the left. Because no one can move that beast when the plants and the earth is inside , the mama said it needs wheels…

…and my daddy removed the wheel base from an old office chair and added a wooden thing (that on the right side) what should be round. butt it isn’t… butt at least no one can say that is square, right? right.

… he needed a lot of tools and material and at the end the thingy on wheels got ONE screw…

…. and with that only one screw the project ended … screwed… the thingy on wheels collapsed, we suddenly had a garden in our kitchen and a hogwild the mama…

… and finally we had all plants in that big pot, butt the big pot has no wheels… because the wheel-thingy has a screw loose…like my dad…

….ooops he heard what I said… so I better run….

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

HAPPY MOM-DAY

BON CHEW,

this is the furst mothers day of my life, so I decided to make it eggs-tra special…

…. and therefore  I used the fabulous gift card I’ve won at Madi’s Birthday Bash to buy a gift for the mama…. Am I generous? I. AM….oh yes…

AND MANY THANKS AGAIN for the giftcard Madi!!!

… I’ve ordered a lot of gifts at amazon and I immediately grabbed the parcel…

…and I can’t wait to show ya, what fabulous stuff I’ve found for the mama…

….wait a minute…

…..aaaah here we have it…

…furst there is a big chewing bone… 87 ft. long or so…. and a whole jar with small greenie-stuff…

…and look what I  also found fur her…. a bully stick, YAY!

….and 87 marrow bones or some more….isn’t that great? I thought, while I eat that bones, she can do her nails or her furs, or she can read two pages of a book or she can do any mom-stuff she can’t do while I stick on her like glued… I think that’s a super gift., right? RIGHT.

HAPPY MOM-DAY THE MAMA!

…and now gimme the furst one of that bones…

…and stop to tickle the keyboard, your time is up as soon as the last bone landed at my private ossuary in da hallway…

…. you rather speed to the bathroom or to your wardrobe, while I’m busy…

…see the furst bone is bone-story… so hurry up, the mama…

….and I wiff giff ya…

…fom eggftra time wiff eaffing da biff bone…

….. butt anyway your mom-time is …

…up now!

…and as soon as I’ve  cleaned my paws…

I’m ready to keep ya busy again, ha!

I’m awoy tomorrow, because I invited the mama to a special event, butt I’m back for my mischief moanday post…

 A HAPPY DAY TO ALL MOM’S OF SLICE EARTH

 

 

THIS MOMENT….

…SEE BEAUTIFUL

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BON CHEW,

Look what beautiful things I’ve found today…

the roses are back and they start to bring some colors in my backyard…

…and we sure will take the time to sniff around there…

… and then the mama I tried a recipe by  Fozziemum, smoked salmon, green asparagus, poached egg with howlandaise… it was devilicious, but maybe another one of the Suzie Q. memorial pants will bite the dust soon…

… and the little blackberds from the nest in our tool shed  are there now…  the mama had to take a photo from far away, but we saw there are 3 little berds inside…

…and my food from zooplus came 100% punctually, that was pawsome, thanks Zooplus!

… and a big chewing bone was inside too! YAY!

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FURRYDAY ALL

 

TIY-TISASTER-THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

here I am with the news from da DIY-Front…

… it started with the replacing of da tiles ….. what my dad had to do twice, tiles have to be glued on a wall… to use nails ends with fails… just saying…

…then we replaced  the floor….

…. what needed 87 hours…

…because we had to do that twice … we furgot the green impact noise stuff…

…and after we changed the floor again…

…we could place the furnitures (again)…

…while I was here…

…and there…

…and efurrywhere…

…butt the most time INDAWAY…

…. and I’ve tried to entertain my dad a little … butt he said there is no time for 6 when he has to wreck 87 furniture pawts…

…so  I’ve guarded the furniture-pieces till the mama changed her shoes to mount them via foot-kicks…

…yeeeeah! goooooal!

…are you sure that penalty kicks are mentioned in that instruction? You landed a goal, butt the game is over now…

…butt finally   with some wild curses, a new set of cabinets (you own my daddy 49.99 now , the mama!) 87 f-words and DUCT TAPE on brandnew furnitures we were on the way to finish that oeuvre…

… and my dad even had the time for some pawsonally decorations…aka messiness

…and as if that isn’t enough, SHE! used the cabinet what got a direct bomb hit as a food cabinet for me…

… and then SHE! removed the fabulous Grab&Run shelf my granny bought for me…

…it was the bestest self service shelf ever..

…and now I have to wait for efurry single treat…. outrageous!

….sooooooo… now we only have to do the bedroom, the kitchen and the hallway…that’s all…sigh…apart from our nuclear test site aka the garden…

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE THURSDAY ALL