MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

last weekend I was at that confirmation-thing.  It was in Saint-Symphorien, a place the gps-girl  never heard….

…so we had to find the way via blind flight… and we fortunately made it…

…like 87k other dogs … 628 to be correct…

… as we arrived,  there were some dogs and some dancing humans, so we thought it goes fast… but as we walked around that hedge…

Wooooah!…howly moly… the whole canine pawpulation of France…

…and we are the ones at the end of that line…jeeeesuz!

…butt it wasn’t that bad… I furst met a curious weim girl…

…and then I met the real Francine, the cousin of Ernie&Frankie…

…she told me that there  no Porsche nor a Jaguar is waiting for us, just people with measuring tools and papers and cold hands what they will warm up at our special pawts…

… great prospects…

…butt in the line behind me was someone I liked immediately…

…a mini-Buddy!

…his name is Lego and together with Francine and the Lhasa pup we clowned around to made the boring waiting time to a special one…

… butt the line had no end… 87 dogs in front of us…

…and more than 87k behind us… yiiikes!

…and guess what? although we were 87k breeds with different interests and different bee-haviors, we all went along pretty good…

…see…kisses instead of hisses…

…and some vice versa-selfies…

…and because all dogs are youngsters, but their people mostly a little older and wiser, we sorted the line a little, so the waiting time became no war-time

…and instead of the bernese mountain dog who was as crazy  as me, Maya was next to me now …

…I immediately wanted to kiss her, butt she wasn’t interested… sigh…

…and  the sheltie boy grinned gleeful…because he got his kiss from the Pomeranian…

…and bit by bit  we came closer to  that confirmation booth…

… and there was the next waiting  line… gaaah!

… butt fortunately now the judges worked on different  tables, so it went faster …more or less…

… what a  lucky guy , that’s the last table they can go home now…

…Charlie? or a cousin?… and look there is Misty…. or Timber?

…and there was the furst judge who checked the chip or the tattoo

…the second one checked the teeth and the pedigree tools and looked if all parts are at the right place…

…and then came the hardest pawt… the guy with the measuring stick…. aaaaah! sos! mayday!  help!

…I tried to do my common weimtricks, but this judge was on every dodge… he told my dad to walk to and fro and suddenly he held the stick over my back and viola! this weimaraner ist 69 centimeters/ 27.16 inches tall. Mission completed…

even the mini buddy was impressed, butt I was narked, no one can outfox a weimaraner who is also a virgo… Dang!

…butt anyway… that was it and we were over and done with da confirmation… the papers are signed and there is a big stamp on it , that means I passed and I’m a confirmated pup now. The certificate will land in my mailbox soon…

…we said bye to Maya and Lego and Francine and the Lhasas and the big white pup and to all others who waited with us… and I bet I will see some of my new friends at the next shows…

..after all it was an interesting day… eggs-hausting for the staff but hey… not for me hehehehe… although I’ve got no Porsche or a Jaguar… butt the mama promised me a new ball, that is a rolling thing too and it needs NO gas ;o)

Apart from that TWO things happened… the furst was a guy who had a kind of toy-gun he liked to use for a shot in the dark. That is part of the confirmation of da protection dogs… we heard a “click, click, click” 87 times and the gun did not run….the crowd  gloated and grinned gleeful  at the poor gunner, while the group of dogs he had  to scare fell asleep with boredom… and suddenly the gun went off and there was a noise like the opening of a bottle with bubbling water… no one was scared (how can they?) and no one ran away, the most dogs took no notice of the wild gunslinger who felt like a muppet that moment. But he satisfied da rules and the part is ticked off now.

The other thing what happened was a walk over a shortly  mowed lawn  at a highway rest stop… there were 87k people who used the good weather for a picnic on the lawn   and they all ruined their shoes&clothes and stuff  because the half-rotten grass clipping was still there and it  was  glued on   da shoes and efurrything  like sh*t …and so the mama ruined her boots furever&ever  and turned nearly into a gunslinger too because the boots were by Mr. Edelman whose name is NOT Bargainman… WT…Futilitarism.

Butt I found the solution for that problem… my dad has to pay 5 bucks for every swear word  now… at 3pm he was at 665 and the day was not over… so I think that’s enough for new boots… right?

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL