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…
…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
Seems it was an exciting day, and lovely dear da Phenny, you don’t need a Porsche or a Jaguar… 🙂 Thank you, have a nice and enjoyable adveentures for the new week, Love, and Hugs, nia
Congrats, Phenny! You *did* it!! Despite the 887 swear words…no wait you said665…sheesh, maybe by now its 666, BOL!
What a lot of doggies! I, MJF woud have barked my head off at a gunshot…at least in my younger hearing good days:)
Newbie Dalton would have cowered and wee-weed, Oopsie…petcretary says she sure hopes he gets more confident.
Try not to shred those papers when they fall through your mail slot in the door:)
Congratulations on being confirmed, Da Phenny! It sounds like it was a long and complicated process. #1 never did it for me. I probably would have failed, because I am too tall!
Congrats on bein confirrmated!
Gosh Phenny, you have discovered the secret well known to all British people, that queuing is actually the best fun in the world.
I hope you meet that pretty Weim girl again some time…
We think that turned out to be a great day. You got to see all those other doggies.
That is a long time queuing for so many hounds! Well done everyone for keeping calm.
WOW! That was a very long line indeed but in the end you are now confirmed and will get a certificate to prove it. If your Mama’s boots were ruined in the process, well, sounds like your Dad said enough swear words to give her a whole NEW wardrobe of boots!!!!! All is not lost!!!!!!
What fun, P. For you! On a long dog-filled, paperwork-filled, wait-filled grass-clipping-filled day like that, maybe we can skip the swear jar. Sometimes swearing is the only solution.
Love and licks.
Sounds like an interesting weekend. My mom has special shoes for wet, freshly mowed grass and guess what? They have turned green!
WoW Da Phenny double WoW what a day you had and it started with Ms. GPS not having a clue. We had a day trip like that once and it is maddening to my Dad who is not a GPS fan anyways. LOL Thank goodness the sun was shining but OMCs to ruin good clothes and boots that is a bummer.
Mom LOL’ d at that forward Weimie Girl.
Hugs madi your bfff
My word that is quite some palaver just to confirm you all are actually dogs and not impawsters!!! Glad you came through without a doubt… hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
We are glad the you confirmed you were confirmed Phenny, congrats!
I thought they were going to measure your private pawts. Perverts.
That looked like an exhausting day for everyone. You did make lot of new friends though Phenny.
Congratulations, Phenny! Way ta go! We are still laughing at the “cold hands what they will warm up at our special pawts” Your hoomans are so funny☺
WoW! Mr Phenny! You dogs are so furry friendly to each other! Us cats would NEVER stand in like like that! There would be much hissing and growlling and paw whapping and great wrestling matches with bunny kicks! But it sounded like a great day…except for your MaMa’s boots.
YOur pawrents have more patience than me. I’m afraid I would have left without the conclusion I came for. I’m glad it turned out so well – except for your Mama’s ruined boots. (I bet a cobbler could take care of that for her.)
Wow, what a lot of waiting and waiting and…measuring? That doesn’t sound like any fun at all. i’m glad you got to meet some new furiends at least!
Congratulations on surviving your confirmation experience and passing!! Sorry to read about your mom’s boots, but what a great way to raise money from your dad. 🙂 I went to one of these confirmation thingies in Nancy a bit over a year ago, but it was just for Ridgebacks, so there weren’t nearly as many dogs. We were lucky and got through right before the two-hour lunch break!!
Haha no kisses. That girl must have a boyfriend and she only kisses him.
Phenny, shhhhh, don’t let Mom know that Misty escaped to La France for the weekend:)
Those sure were some very long lines. Glad the certificate has been taken care of.
That’s a lot of HBO words – your Dad is going to be very poor and Mama is going to need a new house to store all those new boots!!!
Woos – Lightning, Misty, and Timber
We are so glad you are confirmed, especially after all that time you had to wait in line! At least you made lots of new friends!
What an action packed day that was! Glad you measured up! Onwards and Upwards!
You did great being among all of those other dogs and their humans. That one Weim girl was kinda fresh, wasn’t she? LOL! Glad you made it through and are confirmed now. We need a swear jar too!
aaaww Phenny what an absolutely wonderful day! We thought about you here at the Hotel Thompson and hoped things were going well. You are now confirmed!! ❤ XOXO – Bacon
Looks like fun! We love that last photo of you. And that little doxie girl was a sight for sore eyes!
Concatulations on being a confirmed pup, Phenny ! We like the idea of a swear jar, we would be millionaires in no time with Claire ! Purrs
Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.
I think the goal is to arrive early when the line starts to form. So is this one of those events where they feel your privates out in public ~ I like to skip those.
Sweet William The Scot
What an interesting event! Glad you are confirmated now. I had to be measured at the agility trial to see how tall I am so they knew how high to put the jumps. I was 13″ tall at the shoulder!
So you are officially a confirmed dog. Is that right? No alien DNA? I’m just wondering if you meant to put a comma after “I immediately wanted to kiss her.”
How fun to meet so many new furiends!! Mama says Rosy might look a bunch like your grey Lhasa furiend!
Jakey, Arty & Rosy
O M D Phenny… you gotted to meet our CUSSIN FRANCINE… IN THE FURS… Some folks thought she was a Pigment of our Imagination… butt NOW … THANKS TO THIS CHANCE MEET and SNIFF… you actually gotted to meet her… everybuddy now KNOWS that Cussin Francine is REAL. We are stunned that you were able to find her in that crown of 87 others. OMD We are so happy that you and Cussin Francine got together. OMD OMD
We are glad your confirmation went so well. Meeting all the pups would have been fun. We wouldn’t get to go cause we are mutts!
That is a HILARIOUS story. I loved the mini-Buddy. Sorry about Maya not letting you kiss her 😦 I think that the swear word rule is great – your mom will have new boots in no time!
wow, what a line and adventure. Good thing it wasn’t raining! xox
Oh Phenny, you are so funny. Sorry your mommy’s boots got ruined, but hey, sounds like she’s well on her way to a new pair. ConCats on da confurmation. Not sure what dat means, but we’re guessin’ it’s a good thing. Big hugs
Dezi and Raena
Congrats on the canine confirm! Well done. Sorry about your mum’s boots. Surely there is another pair that will fit and look better in her future? We keep our paws crossed. Maybe the swear fund will pay for them?
Yeah you didn’t mind the stick nice jobbiddy. Congrats on being confirmed!!!