oh boy what a week we had…
…there was always something we had to try and lots of snacks and tasty food everywhere..
we got visitors and the mama cooked a lot of stuff ..
…and tomorrow is in DA PURRSUIT OF FLAVOURS with STEW…
…so we worry a little for our weight…
…but like a wise man once said: The only thing I like better than talking about food is eating. -John Walters-
looooook we got visitors…. it was Milonga and Glizenn who came with their people to visit us….
…the mama furst worried that we could be hooligans, because it was more than a year between our last meeting with the girls… butt weimaraners are always compatible with weimaraners and so it worked pawfect from da furst minute…
…even with stealing food….
…and killing toys….
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…and do you know why?
…because da girls say what direction and we say aye aye girl…
…but it never hurts to do some apple-polishing, you never know what extra treat is waiting for ya….
… it was such a fantabulous day, that we can not wait to see da girls and their peeps again… and we hope we haven’t to wait more than a year this time…
to Nature Furryday
… to welcome da fall season we wandered around da ole manor…
..unfortunately the area is now fenced and the new owner started to renovate the old building…
…but even when the fab area is no longer good for dog training, it was peaceful and empty…
…and after a long walk, 3 of us were dog tired… the other one not, although that person put 87 bad spells at that new owner for da fence and had the double effort with walking and cursing…
…and with some fenced roses for Rosie, we wish you a funny furryday and a
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week
…oh that must be our order, right?
ODE TO SAUSAGE
your top model like shape
your skin so brown
your mustard make up
like a funny clown.
your filling what squirts,
mostly on neck ties and shirts.
your bun what is crispy and soft inside
what lets open our mouth like a barn doors wide…
there is never too much of this tasty gift
unless you are a dance artist and have to do a lift.
….ouch boy, da phenny you had too much sausages…
…. don’t be paw(t)etic ya ole drama queen….
-NOT Marie Antoinette-
…..and while we’re on it we invite you to a new epawsode of IN DA PURRSUIT OF FLAVOURS together with da CANADIAN CATS…
…our motto is: STEW SEASON… like Rod STEWart, WaSTEWwater, HaSTEW la vista baby…. so grab the lemons, given by life and make a tasty beef stew… or whatever stew you want…
when: WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 6th.
… and we hope you will join me and you and da dog named STEW….
..after 87 years, we could pick up our stuff at da meat factory again…
…and we have to say, the quality is still da same…
….oooh one sniff more before they land in da fridge…
… so now place them right there…
…. oooh yeah that will be the sausage days…
….and also our crypt is well filled again…
…and now spit in your socks the mama here are two hungry pups in sausage mood…
guess what? we have a diy project….. like always da dad had no birthday gift for the mama, so he grabbed the next best straw and pretended that he was pondering through da whole last year how to find da pawfect gift and exactly now he found it: a makeover of the bedroom and the closet….
… to his absolute misfortune, the mama immediately jumped on that rolling wagon and ripped the wallpapers off, just to make sure, that the new bedroom becomes no gift again for christmas or her next birthday(s)…
…and there we were… and there was no turning back, it had to happen and it had to happen right now…
… and then the wrecking started, because you have to make a mess furst to get a good result…
…and we have to tell ya, that this project is still not finished….but our dad learnt that to make sos-promises is the sh*t-way to keep da peace in da crib. to buy some flowers at the gas station is the better option, so he promised himself to make no more promises…
…and he sealed that promise even with blood…
… while we will keep you informed about this new kamikaze mission… promised!
to Nature Furryday
and
hosted by AUNT YAM
… look the mama did da fall decoration…
… fortunately the most people can not understand what da sign says…
…. and can you see da pigeon high above? the mama said it is a perfect fall picture…. hmmm…. well maybe if da pigeon falls down and into our mouth? no, she said… it is a synonym for the season… so quasi a saisonym…. the time when nature prepares efurrything for taking a break and the time the colors change from screaming red or blue to warm and comfy shades of brown and gold … and the sky turns into 50 shades of gray and over all things the pigeon sits enthroned like a vulture, the guard over all perishable things…and the air is filled with da smell of evanescence…
… oh while speaking about smells & scents… you really should wash your feet dude…
…they smell perishable too… let’s say that’s evane-scent….
..and with two yellow roses for Rosie, we wish you a funny furryday and a
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week…
There is something special with cars what are black,
they attract your eyes and they never lose track.
they look shiny only for a short moment
no matter how much time with cleaning you spent.
but nevertheless they are a must
we ignore da dirt and dust.
and we cross da roads and we are pride
to sit in our fabulous cool black ride.
Finally black cars are never a fail…
…eggs-cept riding in da Black Maria to jail.
The first thing I do in the morning, is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue….
-Dorothy Parker-
-Mr. Phoenix-
