Last night a bat entered my crib. While I was out for a last inspection the bat came in.
Bats are the AIRFORCE OF MICES, I hate them. You can do what you want, you will never get them.
Very frustrating! The bat entered my guest room in a swoop and I jumped behind him as the canidae antiaircraft gun. I noticed: Mission Impossible. So I ordered reinforcements immediately. My dad was the cavalry and came to support me. What a battle! The fluttering noises of the fall-bomber comBAT, the barking of the ack-ack gun, the cursing of the relief force and the “WHACK-WHOCK” of my movement light in the role as an AA-searchlight. A symphony from hell. In the middle of the battle my mom came as the war reporter and asked for a photo for my blog. WHAT? HELL! MOM! Ok, she is a woman without military knowledges, but in this situation:  NO GO! But womens…you know…
Airforce – bad pic,  war reporter must be fired
My dad kicked me out for the final battle and fought alone as a one man army. WHAT A HERO! I supported him with war cries from outside for psychological attrition of the enemy. He opened the window and the bat left my crib after some loopings around the lamp.
Later my mom ask me if the bat was maybe BATMAN or COUNT DRACULA? NO!, I answered, it was only ROBERT PATTINSON!
Battlefield- Sofa KIA
Today my mom is working since hours for a new CRIB DEFENSING SYSTEM, now the out- and incoming invaders haven’t only country armed forces they also have an airforce. The airbase is across the street, so we have a lot of work to defense my crib. If it will be raining further on, maybe the invaders get a NAVY too?
Need a tailor-made BDU
I appointed myself to Minister of war I was elected unanimously to Minister of war. The enemy’s superiority is overwhelming but we will be victorious!
Rizzo will be brought to court-martial, due cowardice.
The Best thing is: maybe my staff forget the bootcamp in this muddle. UH! Was it a mistake to post this? AH! No, furtunately I’ve scored it out….

About easyweimaraner

Weimaraner /Braque de Weimar, born in 2009, male & fabulous From: Britanny / France Likes: Plushtoy-Shredding, Spikebones,long distance Walks, everyday a Gift, Chicken, Shoes, Underwear, my squeekie Pig & my whole Life Dislikes: Water, Cats, Beaf, Cats, cleaning my Ears, Cats, the Vet, Cats, Snow & CATS! Profession: Student of psychological War-technics & Terrorism, after my Masterdegree i become to rule the world or maybe to be the owner of toys r us. actually i'm not sure... Status: Single Pets: Hell, NO! i prefer a petfree home. but owner of two slaves for my comfy Misc.: Greencardowner for Masterbed, Master of Beggin, Prince of Thiefs We decided to leave Easy's datas as they were... although we lost him in november 2016, he is still with us.... and his little brothers Phenny and Nelly promised to write on not as Easy the weim, but as easy Weimaraner... About us: Mr. Phoenix, born 9/9/2016 a virgo and always clever&smart...Neilson, born 7/28/2017 a leo who thinks he is clever&smart...

17 responses »

  1. Doggy's Style says:

    So you’ll send Rizzo to face a fire squad? Poor Rizzo, but he’s likely to be involved in the whole thing, rats-bats-pigeons all the same.
    Good job defending your fort.

  2. Oh my do be careful! Those are nasty buggers! Rizzo and the vampire! lol

  3. kolytyi says:

    Oh no, no, NO!!! Rizzo is a cute, innocent squint guy. Because of his handicap, he cannot do military service. Set Rizzo free!!!

  4. Oh I hate when those bats get in the house but you did good defending your crib. I think you should give Rizzo a second chance 🙂

    • I hate it too. Actually they expand the “airbase”, a lot of baby batman’s. Fast as a lightning, maybe enemy scouts? Ok, I’ve pardoned Rizzo , he ist a rat without brain ;o)

  5. Chancy and Mumsy says:

    Good job battling that bat sweet Easy. We feel sorry for Rizzo though, are you sure you want to do that? Hugs and nose kisses

  6. Wow your daddy sounds like a superhero!
    Don’t be too hard on Rizzo, sounds like it was a scary battle!

  7. I’ve honored the one man army dad: his award was, to sleep in MY bed.

  8. I would invite the bat to live with me . .

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