BON CHEW & COWCOW,
to Nature Furryday
where we tell ya da story of our trip to Angers, what started and ended totally weird….
we furst left our bed 30 minutes too late, because the mama set da alarmclock wrong and we ran out of the house at 6 am, totally too late, because that is a long trip to that town… butt our dad chased da Black Maria over da highway like Captain Smith the Titanic and he won the lost half hour back and some minutes more…
the exposition park of Angers is ginormous and because the hunting dogs are never in the main hall, we had some trouble to find da ring. But the service people from ACMA were super friendly and helpful, so we came in time and there was even enough time to make some friends and some enemies.
…da Phenny is always the man for such jobs, he screamed like a banshee at the deerhounds, growled at the aussies and then he decided not to join the weim-crew, because he found another mischief doer at the dalmatians and they played like wild monkeys with rolling over the floor what 87 or more dogs marked before… that was disgusting butt they were hap-pee so to say… da Nelly had to stay with the mama, because he turned into Klaus Kinski and barked swear words at all other dogs. while horsing around with 101 dalmatians, da dad and da phenny came too late into the ring, the judge gave them THE LOOK and the mama got guns in her eyes.
Da Phenny was super devilish and he literally showed up da dad… butt this time da judge was new for us, so he did not know us and it is one who also does hunting clowntests and working exams and he rather looked at the breed standard than to honor dramatic handlers who think they are on a stage of a musical….
thats being said, there is fortunately a change in the whole dog show politics. with having more and more breeds what show defects and fails and with having a ban for a lot of breeds in europe, the kennel clubs had to adapt to breed standards like they should be and there are more controls and more health tests to pass for getting clean breeds and healthy pups. And also the judges rather work with measuring tools and want to see the movements and common behavior than posing and petriefied dogs. And so da Phenny got a very good and da Nelly even won in his class .
The mama was totally surprised and while she tried to win her balance back SHE! came too late for the “jump-off” against da winner of da champion class and da working class… da Nelly is always lost without da Phenny so he wasn’t as good as eggs-pected and after he bumped into O’be mine, it ended with being da Reserve Winner.
After all that was good, so we could leave and we hadn’t to wait for da Ring of
The mama was over da moon anyway,we both got a super great evaluation, although we were very hooliganish and although the dress of the mama was way too short for sporting events (maybe that helped her to win?). We picked up da prize and we left and we say THANK YOU to Association Canine Maine Anjou for a perfectly organized event.
It was expensive, yes, butt all things are no longer like they were once. There was a security from civil defense and firefighters, paramedics and lots of volunteers who did a fantabulous job and who helped to make this day to a good one for all.
Butt we can not have just a good day, there has to be something, or it woudn’t fit to us… and the something happened on da way back… as the mama felt an urgent need…
…we found a nice looking resting area what had even beautiful tulips….
…and while we pups are satisfied with some grass, the mama jumped into a small shack…. inside at the door was an instruction and because the mama never reads instructions, she just threw a lazy look at it and saw only da furst line “Push the red button…” , she did and then the hell broke loose…. the light went down and jets came out of the wall what sprayed water over the floor and the mama felt like a forgotten passenger of the Titanic. In highest sos mode, she pushed the button again, the light came back and the jets disappeared in the wall… the mama was wet up to her knees and after she saw that she was still alive, she looked at the inscription closely… and there was written “Push the red button IF YOU LEAVE!!!!! Howly sh*t, how embarrassing… the mama did what was her plan and left the shack as fast as pawsible… da dad laughed, all people laughed and the mama had done with da world. Why in gods name needs a highway loo so much hightech? Isn’t it possible to place a bucket and some paper behind a bush, for the older people, da country eggs and da ridge runners and other simple souls? This world is a crazy place….
…and with some flowers from the exit of the loo of doom we wish you a funny furryday….
… and with da cutest spring flowers we found for Rosie (we call them pipe cleaners,do you know their real name?) , we wish you all a
…. and as we came home we got the bestest prize….
a whole mini bucket of häagen-dazs fur efurry pup…
… and that was well deserved… we did our best to embarras our people the best way….