BON CHEW & COWCOW,
as promised we are back with our adventures from our trip. The journey started weird, because on the way to germany we made a layover for the NAT test in Amblie, lower normandy. That’s a tiny village with 108 noses.
…. woooah how da inmates looked at more than 100 cars what entered their village…. there was not one street there what was not occupied by peeps and pets… and in a long pawrade we went out to da fields where we started in groups sorted by breeds…
… we were around 20 weimaraners and an australian shepherd who watched the event with his momma….
…the test site was a fresh plowed field and the berds were placed in the green area behind in a swede field…. the weather was super sh*tty so the fields turned into a swamp and to say it in advance, we had one butt whopper and a sunken camp chair in our group and 87 boots and wellies and pants and egos what were ruined forever…
…around us on every field were other groups and within minutes we had a complete war scenery with barking dogs, whistles, gun shots and screaming people… WE LOVED THAT!!!! there can not be enough chaos and mayhem ….
…and after we waited for 87 hours because the judge forgot da berds, the NAT test started…. butt not in the way da judges eggs-pected…. the most peeps had no clue how such a test works, they watched videos and read books and so the furst turn ended in a disaster and we needed new berds because they decided to fly to a more interesting place before they die with boredom…
….and while we waited for da next berds the judge tried to give us a crash lesson… butt his eggsplanations caused only WTF faces, we had no clue about wind and direction and stopping and retrieval…. the conditions were: the dog has to find the hidden berd, it has to stop at the berd till the judge counts to 4, then the handler puts the leash on, they flush the berd, shot in the air to test the shot resistance of the dog and that was it…. in theory… but practically the most of us never trained with a living berd, the mama used a frozen pigeon and a zapped partridge and there is a huge difference between dead or alive… like it happens often…
….and so fate took it’s course…. the judge called the convicts in groups of two to da field and while one had to wait the other one faced it’s armageddon
…so many peeps came back with sad faces and the heart of the mama was deep in her pants as they called our name…
….and da nelly was totally over the top from all the noises and the new situation, but nevertheless with wobbly knees we waddled to da battle field…
…. we could not do a video or photos of our test, butt believe us, it was horrible….. da Nelly found the furst berd within seconds (YAY!) butt he immediately tried to get it without stopping or pointing… the berd flew away and da Nelly chased it till Timbuktu, while he ignored the whistle and the egg-cessive screaming of the mama… FAIL! The mama was in a state she feared for da Nelly who ran over the fields like a berserk, there were weapons included and there was a street, so she was frantic and screamed till the judge said if she called 30 times, she can skip the 31st call , she can only wait… and fortunately da runaway came back to her without causing mischief or disturbing others…
…the second try was better, da Nelly stopped at the berd and the thumbs of da dad and the other particeps criminis went up in the air…. butt the judge said NO! he counted only to two so another fail. WHAT????
…at this point the mama acted like a strong woman and cursed and cried and her hooves stumped into the ground, because she really thought we made it…DANG!
….and before the mama died with rabies on a swede field in normandy we got a third try. Butt da Nelly was pooped and he passed the berd in a distance of maybe 8 inches, he didn’t smell it nor could he see it and he also didn’t hear the berd although it squawked. Then the mama tried to cheat and to find the berd by herself to call da nelly by, butt that trick was not new, the judge saw it too many times that day and said nope, it’s the job of the dog, not yours….
…and so we joined the sad looking crew and waited for da post mortem…
…and it came like a boomerang… they said it was the worst result since Duke Karl August invented the weimaraner in 18th century. The champion title is now so far away for us as planet Melmac and we are not sure if we do it again. There are things between heaven and earth you can not learn in theory from a book or a video, you just have to do them many times for real to be prepared for a hunting test.
…butt we met a lot of nice people and pets , some we still knew from shows and new friends we maybe will met in da future again, if we and they are mad enough to accept such a challenge again…
…and apart from that, the only good thing that day was that we hadn’t to wear the warning vests the mama made for us with her own paws from a warning vest for people… after all we think she better had worn that vest by herself, because in stress situations she is a public danger…
…in the afternoon we left normandy eastwards and we jumped with joy and pleasure that we have 1000 kilometers on the road after we buried our ego and our dignity in the muddy grounds of Amblie…
…and to make this mischief mo(a)nday to a real sh*t day, we can tell you that the x-ray appointment last thursday ran down on our legs like pee, because of power blackouts the unit was damaged and the vet had to reschedule our appointment to october 31th… happy howl-o-ween…bleeding hell!
HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL
Your mama died? Should we send flours?
You were invented by a duke? Did a duchess assist?
Chaos? Mayhem? Very familiar, it lives in our neighborhood each and every day …
You gets a C- for your hunting skills, or lack thereof.
Oh, Yikes! But in truth, we two would have just decided to grab the bird and run away with it. Hah-ha! And never come back either, BOL!
Sorry you didn’t pass, though. It would have been a great honor.
Maybe now you know how it is, you can practice?
And now to wait for that exray…sheesh, always something.
Nelly, you totally should have passed the test. Whatever was the judge thinking…I mean, waiting for two seconds is practically like forever!
What a huge drama ! I hope you had a restful holiday after all that !
Well boys it sounds like that test you did was for the burds! I say the best thing is to remember that YOU TRIED. Yep – you tried and maybe if your Mama hadn’t screamed and shouted and tried to cheat (!) you could have at least had an honorable mention for your days’ efforts. Sounds to me like this test wasn’t very well thought out or organized so it’s not your fault – you gave it your all – and after all, that makes you both WINNERS !!!
I would agree, not very well organised and between the mud and the mama screaming ans the hordes of noses I too think it was not your fault. Perhaps next time under better conditions.
That really was a recipe for disaster! You all go gladly to your doom, every time 😀
Nice to have you back! I think, dear Da Phenny and Da Nelly, it is not very important to show where is a bird, they are everywhere. So you can point to any direction. Waiting to hear more of adventures.
Yes. it is just good to have you back. Hope you rested up (cleaned up) from that adventure. I am still not sure what was to go on for the berds!
That sounds like a very poorly run event. My mom would have simply left as she doesn’t like chaos. It is hard to succeed at a sport where you can’t really practice it correctly.
108 noses.. you say. It looks like 87 xs more noses watching the event.
Well done Da Twinies as it appears you were well behaved too. Kinda nice to watch
a competition from the sidelines and not in the center ring RIGHT?
Well boys, chaos and mayhem while hunting sounds right up your alley!!!
That test sure was quite an adventure for you. We’re sorry Nellie didn’t pass but we think he was robbed.
Only you could paint the event with such color and drama. Haha Loved this post!
Da Phenny, did you chase birdies, too? And ate you both getting super power xray vision? Xox Xena
Maybe it’s time to eat sour grapes and say you didn’t like the stupid bird hunting thing anyhow, and phthh on it. Xox Lucy
OMG! This had me laughing! Somehow I envisioned mud all over. Did you go to the grandparents all full of mud? I can see the mama stomping her feet! Better luck next time. Hope the berds were ok.
who cares about birds anyways, it was about the running amok in a big field. Yea! whee!
We think that test was wayyy tooo hard!! It doesn’t sound like anybody had much fun.
The Florida Furkids
Good grief – what kinda berds are we talking here… turkeys by any chance??!!! The main thing is – didya had fun????? Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Phenny and Nellie will get the prize next time!
You did what to birds??? SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK
What an adventure ! We’re sorry you didn’t win, you’ll do better next time. Purrs
Sorry you didn’t win, but for us you’re always a winner, Phenny and Nelly, this drama was our pleasure 😉 Up to the next chances🙏😸Pawkisses for a Happy Monday to all of you🐾😽💞
You did your very best and that’s what counts! Next time will be your win!
We need a test like that. We can assure you that we would bomb the test, but our bellies would be full:)
Woos – Lightning, Misty, and Timber
WOW! That was an experience. Tick that box. You don’t have to repeat it, unless you want to catch up with your new friends!
OMD…What a roller coaster adventure!!!
Rosy, Jakey & Arty
Well, it does sound like it was at least a good day for the birds!! Sorry for you guys that things did not go better though. It’s hard to do those things for the first time when you don’t know what to prepare yourselves for, or you think you prepared and it’s nothing like they said! It sure made for an entertaining story though! 🙂
Nellie chasing the bird across the field while The Mama screams bloody murder – hilarious! Oh man. You guys kill me!
Love and licks,
So it seems like Nelle put on the best show, with an assist from your mom and a bird It sounds like a job well done by everyone.
I’d do a more detailed comment, but I”m laughing much too hard!! 🙂
Mee-yow wow Phenny an Neilson what a crazey an mixed upss day!! Phenny as LadyMew red yore post shee started to cry! You REELLY scared her…so mee can understand why Aunty Katty was freekin out…..
Maybee this burd stuff iss fore THE burdss an not fore youss’!?!?
Wee just reeleeved all of youss’ are safe an back home!
Bring on THE treetss!
Egad, not sure what’s worse, the 💩judge, the weather or a power cut. Yikes! But at least you had nice bright vests on. Well done, mama! We’re guessing Germany was more fun.
You are my favorite and winners… Thank you, Love, nia
Oh what a fun day I wish I could of been there. I don’t think you should fret, this was a great first try and now you know what goes down at one of those tests the next one will go better. It was awesome that Nelly smelled the birds, that’s a great first step. Hang in there and know you did well.
Sounds like you had fun even if the judge was a knucklehead and did not know how to count
Mabel & Hilda
Sounds like a fun day boyz! Sorry that judge had the brain of a scarecrow ~ I am sure you boyz will do betters on the next one! Your Moms cracks me up!
It is so wrong that the judge does not count fast enough! We would fail horribly at such an event.
Charlee: “Hmmmppphhh we don’t really understand why the humans are trying to make you point at birds anyway.”
Chaplin: “Yes everyone knows birds are for chasing.”
Charlee: “So we think you did fine and that all the other dogs were just confused!”