easyblog MISCHIEF MOANDAY

MISCHIEF MOANDAY

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEAR FRIENDS,

I’m back. In one piece. Including the staff. What shall I say… Napoleon lost his dignity in Waterloo, Pumpkin lost her dignity in the house of Flavor Flav and my dad lost his in Poitiers… butt let me tell you the story of our hell trip…

 

We started in the early morning on friday… ok a little bit later, because my butt was glued on my bed…

… butt then we really started. The GPS said 321 km (~200 miles), travel time 5.5 hours. Pfff as if, how can we need such a long time for such a pitiful distance? That’s right, the GPS was wrong we needed 7 hours.

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… the landscape changed, all things turned into “southern style” and I felt like stranded on the planet of the apes in a strange country…

It was friday and rush hour everwhere… and the system they have here to control the traffic at a road construction zone is just brilliant…

 

the guy has to hold a sign what says no entry for us…

 

… and after 87 hour he has to turn it around… think “short time work” gets a special meaning when you have to stay on the road as a humanoid traffic sign…. bet they always  have vacancies…

 butt anyway we really landed at the castle of Gilles de Rais aka Bluebeard… there was the next sign…

 

… it said that the castle is closed till april 2015….  and we weren’t able to wait so long there… but nevertheless we entered that crib, because I pretended to be an archaeologist and worked with all my paws on the excavation site, that my mom could take some photos,

while my dad tells you the story of Gilles de Rais:

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after a picnic at the castle we jumped back in the elephant skate

…to drive to our howltel in Poitiers…

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… the main city of Poitou-Charentes and Vienne…

….the howltel was 2 minutes away from the Parc des Expositions what we had to visit the next day…

 

… the room was small, butt ok… and in nearly every room was a pup….

 

… the walls were thin, butt the doors were the same they have in Fort Knox… very heavy and self-locking…

 

… even when you have your finger inside… right, dad?

 

… after a not really peaceful night with a super barkfest, we went up in the early morning and we drove to the show in a convoy, after a biped who knew the way to the show and this time we came too soon what’s totally uncommon for us and from this moment  all things went south…

The show, 1883 pups and me…

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This time the judgement was different and not sorted by groups, butt by breeds. It was an indoor show and with all the kennels in the same hall and the grooming tables it was pokey…

We had to wait for 3.5 hours, because the Weimaraners were announced at 11:25 am… that was not easy, because in the hall it was loud and pokey and outside they had a K9 examen where they shot …

 

… butt then it was my turn… The Show-helper said we are next and we changed my collar and the leash. (we don’t use a show leash, it’s no obligation, you can use whatever you want). Just that moment a girl came close. It was a German Shorthair and as I said hell-o, this girl bit me in my nose! 

We’ve got a leash salad, the cam went down and my mom took a cool photo of the floor till the cam disappeared between all the legs and paws… therefore the pictures are blury and mom missed the launching of the silvermistygrey missile what darted of with mach2. 

 

… and  here I am on the way to my Waterloo and directly to the first place in Hall of Shame… in case you missed me in the middle of the video, I just tried to get that naughty girl, sadly my dad couldn’t jump over the fence like me…

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The judge was a woman and very professional, because she was at big shows and even a judge at CRUFTS where she judged the toy group…. that means her eyes saw nearly  all things what can happen… even a pup,  totally over the top…. she checked my nose, there was nothing, my sniffer is  as good als always, look:

 

 butt with  all sympathy, my performance was well spoken said a CATastrophe… and it was more than fair that I’ve got even a judgement. Many thanks, honestly,  from the bottom of my mommas nearly broken heart…

 

btw: the name of this pup is: I SAID NO NO NO … thinks that’s a statement…

After I crashed   that whole thingy I was as good as gold and parked my butt next to my dad and played with my new bud Ilton as nothing had happened…  just my dad’s dignity is buried under the red carpet of Poitiers, directly next to my mom’s naches…

I drove home with a “tres bon” and a first place  in “classe ouverte male”,  with a new bud named Ilton, who lives sadly far away and the dream about a black lobster my mom promised me… even when she said my gig wasn’t worth a fish stick from the cheapest store….

 

… and guess what? I can’t wait for my next trip….

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HAVE A SUPER MONDAY ALL….

……and if you want to join the bean-tug-of-war, there is still time till 10/25… you can read about it here…or

at Mollie&Alfie where you can read all about the Highland Games for Kayla