BON CHEW & COWCOW
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week
riding on a train… literally …
this year Santa brought you a train
methinks there was wet stuff in his brain.
on the wishlist was a convertible in loud screaming pink
and not a train whats is lame and what will stink.
but at least it is something to drive on the street
and you haven’t to walk with your own shoe less feet.
man I hope Santa will not bring a train to us…. naah he sure will bring the ack ack gun, no doubts….
HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL
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Weimaraner /Braque de Weimar, born in 2009, male & fabulous
From: Britanny / France
Likes: Plushtoy-Shredding, Spikebones,long distance Walks, everyday a Gift, Chicken, Shoes, Underwear, my squeekie Pig & my whole Life
Dislikes: Water, Cats, Beaf, Cats, cleaning my Ears, Cats, the Vet, Cats, Snow & CATS!
Profession: Student of psychological War-technics & Terrorism, after my Masterdegree i become to rule the world or maybe to be the owner of toys r us. actually i'm not sure...
Pets: Hell, NO! i prefer a petfree home. but owner of two slaves for my comfy
Misc.: Greencardowner for Masterbed, Master of Beggin, Prince of Thiefs
We decided to leave Easy's datas as they were... although we lost him in november 2016, he is still with us.... and his little brothers Phenny and Nelly promised to write on not as Easy the weim, but as easy Weimaraner...
Mr. Phoenix, born 9/9/2016 a virgo and always clever&smart...Neilson, born 7/28/2017 a leo who thinks he is clever&smart...
HAHAHA! EGGcellent poem for today gang – love it. I’m quite sure this kid really does NOT want a train for Thanksgiving or Christmas but his parents thought it would make a cute photo – instead the kid is terrorized for life! Happy Thanksgiving to all of you from me, Mom and Dad!!
I think Santa will bring you cushions and sofas. 😉
That poor baby better hang on! Happy Thursday!
No, somehow I can’t see Weim-bros and trains being a good mix… sure to end with more sour faces than that poor toddler! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
We loved you poem…it was our breakfast entertainment.
If you do get a train, Boyz, we would advise you against driving it down the street!
What a great poem for that funny picture!
Xena: Trains are big and loud and scary. We see them going down the track when we’re in the car.
Chia: Hey, that baby looks like you when you see a train, XeBoo.
Xena: Grrrr, I’ll show you baby!
*growl, wrestle, snarl*
Lulu: “Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃”
Java Bean: “We hope you have plenty of stuff to gobble-gobble!”
That was sure a fun poem boys and I love your Thanksgiving photo!
Bwa! Haa!! Haaa!!! After reading that poem, Mom laughed so hard that coffee came out her nose! We LOVE it when that happens! You guys are too funny (as are your Peeps). We love your thanksgiving! We are thankful for you! Purrs Marv
BOL!!! Great poem today Boyz!!!
MOL…Excellent poem, Nelly and Phenny😸Double Pawkisses for a Happy Thanksgiving to all of you🐾😽💞
That was a fun poem!
Cute!! We hopes Santa brings you efuryfing ya’ll want dis year. Happy Fanksgiving.
Mew mew mew mew that poe-em iss heelareeus!!
Mee-yow THE Phenny an Nelly An Aunty Katty youss’ made BellaSita LOL an mee iss MOL!!!!
~~~head rubss~~~BellaDharma~~~ an ***giggellss*** BellaSita Mum
Pee S: Hope youss’ et yore Ack Ack Gun for Catmass 😉
You can’t please some kids
Nobby is excited to report that he took a short train ride last week and even mananged to jump on the table while Gail was looking out the window at the view…..
We miss you guys! Be back soon
You either love trains or the opposite. There is no middle ground.