BON CHEW & COWCOW
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week
oooh a festival!!!!
Once there was a little 15 years old chick
who begged her paerents and played any trick
just to go to a festival… cause everybuddy went and one and all
ok, to be honest 8 out of 32 were allowed to go
and our springbreak happens in spain not in florida or idaho.
Lloret de Mar was the destination
and the 8 buzzed off to the party location.
the little girl and her 3 best friends were in a state,
to keep them at home is exoriate!
what cruelty parents so oldschool and lame
even snowwhites stepmom looked against them tame!
the four hissed and nagged and spat fire red and black
till the 8 springbreakers came after one week back.
oh wait not 8 but 9 came back from the land of sangria and jelly
but one was more illegal and traveled in a belly.
and as if that was not the thing in memory to linger
the jailer-parents also raised their finger:
see what happened at such a kind of prom?
there is a girl in your age what becomes a mom.
butt whatever the old hens whispered and suggested to all
the girl never was at a festival.
do you want to go to a festival dude? ummm… nahhh… or just if it happens next to our sofa….
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...
OMD! Was that why us kidlets were never allowed to go to such things??
Maybe pawrents have got more wisdom than teenagers…but those teens don’t ever realize that till they have their own kidlets to protect. Yup…been there done that!
Sorry we have been rather AWOL lately, but we were not at any festival, BOL!
Well my Mom says she remembers some festivals in the 70s and in fact one of those was Woodstock and her brother wanted her to go with him riding on the back of his motorcycle. She said no (CAN YOU IMAGINE SAYING NO TO WOODSTOCK?????). Anyway, some festivals should be avoided at all cost unless they happen on the couch – right boys?
she said no? noooo? … we need a cup of tea… LOL
I know….this may have been the beginning of her problem of making bad decisions – no – wait – the beginning was her first marriage! haha
Yes, the time of free love and a lot happened at those festivals.
Now this is a story worthy of Final Friday Feature, so you have now completed the last Friday of Feb and don’t have to worry about writing a new one. Its a great story and I have a feeling it is NOT fiction.. ha ha.. seems the wild weims have a wild Mum.. eh??? the first thought that popped in my head when the pic popped up, is California Homeless encampment. also noticed the no camping sign with hundreds of well, Tents Camping
I’m surprised it was only 9 who came back…
😱 OMD, the horrors of youth… but, oh, the memories, too! I have to admit, I am more couch potato than festival goer… hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Wow! That’s DEEP!!!
Great poem, boys. Seems you have a lot of your Mom’s experiences to draw from. The closest our Mom ever came to that was church camp and she never got in trouble. Bo-o-o-oring!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY DOGS that was our morning entertainment at breakfast. We giggled that was some experience for 7 of you maybe not #8
That was quite a story you wrote in your poem. You boys are always so cute hanging out together.
All those tents remind me of a bluegrass festival I went to once. 🙂
Mee-yow that was SUM poe-em Phenny an Nelly!!!
Wee have questshunss…..wee due not ask 😉
Well dun mee Poochie Couzinss……
~~~head rubss~~~BellaDharma~~~ an ((hugss)) BellaSita Mum
That was some fun festival!
Love and licks,
Oh gosh, to go with 8 and 9 come back…ahem…yikes!
Oh boys, that was a fun one and our Dad could sure relate to those “good old days”.
That’s great. 🙂
Perfect. Very entertaining. A tip of the tail to you.