WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW,

While the staff was busy with wrecking our crib, I did something reasonable…

…with cooking for the staff… because they are always cheesy I picked something cheesy too:

BURNT BAKED CHEESE

you need: maple syrup(or honey), balsamico, herbes de provence and a camembert cheese…

I’ve picked Caprice des Dieux, it said it’s un amour the fromage… butt un effrondrement for the wallet… just saying…

…furst you have to open that cheesy box… I suggest the weim way…

then you have to take a knife to cut the cheese…. with the windows open… of course of course …

…. place the half of your cheese in an oven proof jar or bowl… or RAMEKIN, right Madi?… and the other half thing in another RAMEKIN….

… and mix a meow-rinade from the herbes the maple syrup and the balsamico (do the tongue test, till you like it) and pour it over the cheese…

then put it in the oven (225°c/437°f) and wait till the cheese is melted and starts to get brown…

…while you check what the post(wo)man brought to your crib…

…and while you eat the invoice what was included…

before your dad will see it… ooops… I wasn’t fast enough…sorry the mama…

… butt it was anyway too long, the cheese looks black now… butt it’s still edible…

…and you can dip some pieces of fresh bread in that cheese…

…or you can give it to the weimaraner…

…what?! NO?! why not?

…aaaah I understand too much calories….

… and my pants will burst?…eww… that’s bad…

…. hey wait a minute… I just saw I  don’t wear pants… you punked me…

… MERDE(cedes)….

…. butt ok, a chewing bone for the bestest chef is a good reward too… I will take it as a deposit…

HAVE A  WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL-TROUBLE TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

last furryday a bad thing happened. I’ve got the runs like crazy and out of the blue…

…let’s say the happening was anyway more brown than blue … butt the reason is still a mystery…

… so the mama said we have to do a road trip…

… and she invited me, the dad and a jar with recycled food to join her….

… because the jar what squatted  on the passenger seat stank to high heaven, I picked the place on the back shelf…

… and from there I saw the destination of our trip: DA VET!

… we had to wait some minutes, because 87 dogs or more were there too…

… then we walked into that vet booth… where I screamed at all dogs, butt played with the ginger cat who lives there… the staff  got nearly a heart-attack as she saw me and the cat, butt nothing happened, we played together and I tested the elasticity of the cat with my paw (think she gets an A+), till the vet said we can enter the chamber of torture…

… then the staff talked about me and the recycled food in the jar…

…dude… don’t open that box of the pandora…

…and the vet was totally  harum-scarum and opened the jar to take a sniff and then he nearly went out like a candle light in a hurricane….

… then I’ve got a shot and we left that scary and now stinky  place…

… only  the jar had to stay there, the vet will send it to the lab-guys …. he probably wants to erase them via biological weapon…

… I was a little weak and eggs-hausted that furryday, butt after the effects of the shot were gone, I was back to myself and also the pooperitis is gone now… and we think the vet was right and there is nothing seriusly wrong with me… Nevertheless I’ve got a deworming-treatment, I normally had to take yesterday…. butt my smart dad furgot it at the vet. He has to go back today to pick it up and the mama will give him a brown travelcompanion in a bag, so he hasn’t to drive alone….

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

I’m back. The days were eventful and the office project wasnt’t the only thing what ended in a  disaster… butt let’s start with the begin of all the weird stuff what happened…

… the mama said I’m way in the way and I should stop “THAT” now…

… I’m always a good boy and I did what she said…

…with eating the stand by button….butt… instead to get stand-ing ovations for standing by, I landed there….

…black ingratitude… THE MAMA is your name…

Note to myself: to eat the stand by butt-on, brings your  butt  on the pad of shame…

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

TROUBLE-THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

I ‘m awol till moanday….

…the staff needs my help, the office-project developped a life on it’s own…nothing works like planned and there were a lot of bad surprises, like bragain desks what are marked as wastrels and cabinets what are not strong enough to stand  brute force eggs-pertly assembling…

…sorry for being absent, if you need me, just drop me a line…

… and please wish us luck, that we can win the diy-battle this time ….

May the force and the duct tape will be with us…

 

 

WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? The mama bought a book. She said it is the most essential book of da whole world… I furst thought it is a first aid instruction book or a diy-disaster-avoiding journal, butt I was wrong..

….no words needed, right? RIGHT.

…the book is empty (FORTUNATELY!) by now, and before she starts to fill it with useless trash essential needs what lead to sweat attacks and adrenaline-shocks, I ‘ve tried to avoid the worst…

…. sadly my smart plain failed… and….

…uuuuh man….

oh and btw: some short news from our diy-front:

the dad said it is finished till tonight…inclawding the new fur-nitures…. butt I have some doubts….

…gimme another sedative stick, woman…and…

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY ALL

 

 

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

because the mama wants to wreck spice up our crib, we went to Pontivy last weekend…

…there was a lot of time to bridge till the diy-cowboy store opened it’s doors, so we walked along the canal…

…where I’ve read some mails….

…and I wrote some…

…and then I also read the signs there….

….and I looked for some ships, but I saw not only one…

…probably the canal pirates will not work on a saturday…

… it was eggs-tremely silent there and there was no one on that road…

…eggscept me and the staff….

and two seagulls, what are technically canalgulls…. butt anyway,  that berds  inspired the mama to something…

…to visit the Golden Seagull….

…..YAY!…

hurry up the mama … that is a FAST food restaurant, so waddle over as fast as you can…

 

 

…butt the place was crowded with screaming kids and there was a waiting line as long as an anaconda…

…so we used the mc drive instead…

…and while my dad barked our order  into that little box …

…I’ve  tried to place  my order directly at the window…  ack! there is no one inside!

…but at the next window I saw a bag… it sadly was small… butt it said chicken and  I wondered what’s inside… maybe bonsai quails or something like that?

…omd… it’s ice cream!!!! with raspberries!

…and my lunatic generous daddy gave me a whole jar… YUMMMMMM!

…. now we are well prepared to visit the diy-cowboy store…

…apart from eggs-pensive wallpapers and other useless stuff , the mama bought me a collar and a leash and two boxes with doggie sausages…

…and after 87 two of that sausages and a marrow bone, I…. well ya know how that ended, right?

Butt nevertheless it was a great day….even when the stuff they bought is probably the guarantor for our next diy-disaster…. and I bet DIY stands for “doomsday is yours”….

HAVE A GOOD TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW….

…no words needed, huh?

…gimme a sedative woman….

HAVE A BETTER MO(A)NDAY ALL

and a:

SHOP TILL YA DROP

BON CHEW

to a new epawsode of Fozziemum’s and Bacons SHOPPING AROUND THE WORLD today with da co-hosts SHOKO&KALI

and because they are from CATnada, we highlight fish&seafood…. oh yeah! Hop over to see the WORLDS BESTEST FISHY RECIPE…. and guess what? I’m in that post too! because I helped Jean to create that tastiness….. or vice versa hehehehe

My entry is:

PHENNY -O-FISH

you need:

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*** for the price in $$ just add 4 cents…

a pack of hamburger buns eu 0.99 cheese for burgers  eu 1.49, pickled cucumbers eu 1.19, creme fraiche eu 0.99, some lettuce, one half dead  head was eu 1.99, that’s beyond belief!, a pack prebaked pollock  eu 3.49, a jar with capers eu 0.99, kraft mayo eu 1.99 and an onion, peppa&salt from our stash

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…oh and a pack of Mc Cain country pawtatoes for eu 2.99…

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… lemme read the instructions… hmmm …ahmmm.. 87k calories, yes, that’s ok…

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preheat your oven and cut the onion, the pickles, the capers butt  not your fingers in small  pieces…

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mix it with the creme fraiche and peppa&salt

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halve the burger buns…

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yes, I’m careful mama, I didn’t use a knife, my teeth are sharp enough… no worries…

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place the sauce tartar, the cheese and that salat stuff on that buns… and throw the fish in your oven for 15 minutes…

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…and hey who snitched the fish?

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…. fortunately my dad  I caught the fishy thief… what a naughty guy, huh?

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…butt  my dad I rescued the fish and it’s still edible, no worries… … add the lid on your burger and DIG IN!

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…uuuh we furgot to  take a photo of the pawtatoes… please use your imagination for that… butt let’s say it wasn’t actually that bad hehehe

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…and now give your bestest  chef  a treat…

 

HAPPY SHOPPING AND HAPPY FISHING!

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BTW: If you know the recipe for a sauce tartar what is the same like the one from McD please gimme a sign… there are 87 I’ve found via goggle, but none of this sauces had the same taste like the one Ronald made with his own paws…

 

 

 

 

THUNDER THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

I’ve got a big chewing bone yesterday….

…. oh wow… that looks like a scepter….

…and together with the red blankie it makes me technically to a king….

YAY! HAIL TO THE KING!

…ouch ….arrgh… what the fudge….

… heck Mother Nature I meant that more figurative…

… no reason to throw football sized icy rocks on me…

…decided to be no longer a king….and to stay untitled and unstoned…

…and to eat the scepter … butt to keep the blanket, because it’s cold…

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE  THURSDAY ALL

 

WEIM-WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? Yesterday while the mama teasered around, the post(wo)man came with an envelope…

…and I grabbed it immediately while the mama needed 87 hours to scribble her 3 crosses on that black box….

… and  then I  opened that envelope the weim-way….

….rrrrrrip….

……rrrrrap….

….fooey… that was a piece of plastic…. yuck!

…butt nevertheless…. mission completed…

…the mama became rabid a little bit bad-tempered and said I’m  a gluteal-meatus-cladding and I ruined the shirt she ordered for the dog show next month…

…a S.H.I.R.T.?????

… listen woman, I don’t wear shirts…. not at a dog show nor eventually….

…and when I have to sit there till it rains upwards….

…we go nekked or never…. period.

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY ALL