Today my grandpawrents have to drive home… me and my red mass destruction toy are very sad….the fabulous days without any rules are over now for a while…. sigh…
Butt I will try to carry on with my bohemian weimlife…. I have an argument what’s 70 centimeters long and I know how to use it….
I will help the mama today with working in our crib and I’m back in Blogville tomorrow ….
…and greetings from CARNAC.…
I was there with my staff and my grandpawrents to count the more than 3000 menhirs they have there…
…butt furst we had to manage the town-challenge, because all tourists of the world were there the same day like me…
…. and while the mama looked for a wee-wee-box, I solved that problem the weim-way… the mama not… 16 (in words SIXTEEN!!) people in a row… that was too much so the mama compressed her legs and scampered through that town…
hey wait a moment.., I hear something…
….ooooh muzak….think that is the water-polka, right the mama?
…and finally the water-polka was drowned out by the muzak of the waves…. good feeling if you feel the same need like the mama hehe…
…..butt nevertheless it was impressing to see the endless ocean…
… the beach …
…and the rocks…
…and the thumb of the mama…
…. there also was a monument for the heroes of long gone times…
…and a sign, that one armed swimmers are allowed, also firefighters and people who need a wee-wee-box, butt no dogs, booze and matches…. weird, huh?
…the mama immediately took the chance to enter that box while I waited with my daddy near that rocks…
…see she can smile again now…
like the granny who felt the same need… and only 8 people in da row before them, yay!
…we then walked along that beach and I met a lot of people, bikes, screaming kids and dogs..
…. and I also made a new friend…
… he said his name is Down Under…
…or Door Under and he showed me the way to that menhirs..
…they were there and I could not write messages on that stones, because we had to walk outside of the fenced stone-area…
…. they are pee-hysteric or something like that and I started to count them…
…but while we walked along that fence…
…we saw more and more of that howly stones…
…there was no end…
…and we wonder why they are there and why the old celtic druids planted all this stones there…
…after we were stoned enough we waddled back to the cars…
… and after we found the way out of an ocean of cars, people, bikers, roller bladers, wheelbarrow pushers, skate boarders and prams, we were happy to be on the way home…
to see the beach just from far away and to be jammed between a gazillion of people is not really funny…
…it’s more a circus…
…like the idea to visit that tourist trap in august where the whole world is there…
guess what? I made the right decision… no en-gag-ement ring for the mama butt a kong-toy for me….
I picked the red one and because my dad was in a hurry, he picked the large one…it’s 70 cm (27.5″)
… you can use it in the water , butt it works pawfect without too…
…grab it…
…snap it…
…and swing it around…
…and around …
…in all directions…
…then look for a comfy place…
…and enjoy the damage…
…you caused…
love that devilish red billy club…
… friends that’s not just a toy … this is the statement piece efurry doggy needs… you can buy it at amazon and it is available in blue, pink, red&green and in different sizes…grab yours an have tons of fun… and be the KING with that KONG
to another flower power furryday, hosted by da DB BOYS
…the mama said today the wildflowers and weed-flowers get some nice selfies…
… and the yarrow guys nodded with their heads and agreed…
the ducks were not cooperative and wanted no selfies, but they are technically anyway no flowers but christmas roasts…
… and also this small thing what screamed at me and disappeared then….
…some pink weed…
some yell-ow one, decorated with a bee…
…a green thingy…
…a colorful mix, arranged by mother nature…
and some blowballs…
…and this spiky guy… alien or maybe a land mine?
… apropo mine, good cue…
…soooo… now I feel better … put the recycled food in your bag the mama we can go home…
to a new epawsode of Angel Sammy’s Paw-e-ta-thon. This time we use the letter H… and the prompts are: HAPPY HOBBY HEART HOME
so, let’s go:
guess what? The mama said she will invite me to a trip to town… I said well ok, I can be your shopping assistant for a outrageous small fee and I hopped in the car… butt…
…I suddenly saw a well known booth…
…aaaargh! da vet!
…furget it, I don’t enter that torture shack!
…the cheshire cat grinned gleeful and welcomed me….
… she said she saw a lot of sharp tools in da chamber of torture…
…and then she wished me a “bonne route” and disappeared…
…my dad had to carry me into that torture room…
…and then the vet-guy came in and the pawty started…
I fought like a berserk and jumped from the table followed by a torrent of vet stuff what came down too
…and then this guy said they have to squeeze me in the edge of that chamber of torture, so he can do horrible things!
… like looking into my ears with a telescope…
…and then… omd oh! then he came with a sharp torture tool… and…
…he clipped my nails…
I’m totally pixxed now and I ponder if I sue them all or if I clip their nails tonight too…. with a chainsaw…
look where we landed this time… in da pampa…
…at Camp des Rouëts, a former settlement from 10th century…
…there was not much to see, so we hopped into that forest to discover the treasures of the past…
…butt as much as I hoovered my sniffer over the ground there was nothing…
…I mean apart from some rabbit bonbons…
… …butt they were a little dated, probably from 10th century too…
…oh wait there is a map of the city, so maybe we can find the way to some poi’s
…naaah it was just a kind of construction sheet…
…and there are some more signs…
..butt suddenly we saw it…
….wooooooaaah! come on the mama you MUST see THAT!
…isn’t that cool ? there were two buildings what belonged to the most beautiful manor we ever saw…
… the roof looked familiar, like the roof of my crib, butt hey there is nothing better than to count the stars before you fall asleep right?
…oh and look how cute this manor is made… apart from the glass door some diy-idiots installed…
…and this cute little round window…
…and the small wintergarden…
…I can see me there with my minds eye while having tea pawties with you all…
…after we removed the cheap and rotten garage door …
….and imagine what cool view we would have from that balcony thingy…
…and for special needs there is that small booth in case the mama offers home made cookies…
…even the back side is amazing…
…ok, the hangar for da howl-i-copter needs some work…
…butt after all the manor is THE object of desire for the mama… specially the 4 hectares of troll-free area… that’s worth a million… or two… and it isn’t just a manor it even has history:
…. they said the manor was in private hand two times and both owners wrecko-vated it and it ended with more damage than before, therefore it is in the hand of th govt. now and condemned to rest in pieces….it’s gone from the market and period. (hehehe as if, not for the mama, they will learn that the hard way…)
…the mama said that two owners were complete muppets and diy-hooligans and she never NEVER! would do such a bad thing…
ouch! mother… please! … I tried to look in a different direction before I peed in my pants…
… but my dad laughed too, so I couldn’t keep my poker face… sorry the mama…
…. wanna take a look inside? there is a barrier tape, but you know the mama…
… weird home design huh?
…and there are even doors to nowhere…
….and doors what are hedges now…
… my daddy said that crib burns your moneeh faster than Mr. Burns nuke…
…butt the mama said there are lots of trashures of da soil, so we can pay efurrything with selling that precious stuff…
….the mama promised the old manor to come back and to give it a new life if she ever has the moneeh … I only hope the lottery fairy heard that promise too…
…and she also promised the still sceptical dad a lawn tractor so he was on board too…
may the lottery fairy will be with us and may the natural resources be the mines of King Solomon, so we can make the dream of the mama true… and hey, then we can hire pro’s and we will not end as the third diy-hooligans who wreck this gem completely…
to a new epawsode of Bacons and fozziemum’s SHOPPING AROUND THE WORLD. Bacon asked for something what fits to the heat and to summer… and here I am with da bestest thing (apart from Häagen Dazs) ever:
you need:
milk 0.79 eu/$$0.90, 3 eggs 2.19 eu/$$2.50 for a dozen, butter 1.45 eu/$$1.65, baking soda 0.19 eu/$$0.21, flour 1 kilo for 0.89 eu/$$ 1.01, blueberries, this itsy bitsy tiny jar was 4.99 eu… outrageous! $$ 5.86, a little bit salt from our stash and maple syrup, no price because we got ours directly from Catnada, by Jean&Bill.
use 2 cups of flour, 1 cup of milk, the eggs, 1 tablespoon butter and a teaspoon of baking soda, a little bit salt and mix it together in a bowl. (for the gluten free version and an eggs-tended instruction you will find the recipe here).
take a baking mold or a casserole, place a baking paper there and fill in the mix and add the blueberries on top… they can not swim nor do they have such a friggin’ bumble bee lifejacket than me, so they will drown in that pancake mix like leady ducks, ha!
pre heat your oven to 375F and throw the mix in the oven…
is it ready yet?
…then wait UN-patiently for 20-25 minutes…
is it ready yet?
too late… I’m starving…
… and it is ready….
….oooh that looks great!!!
…flood this tasty guy with tons of maple syrup… and DIG IN!
… and give your bestest chef a lamb trachea…
…and a chewing stick… because that was the tastiest pancake the mama ever ate… honestly. I know we europeans aren’t that masters of the pancakes, but this one is THE one I swear!!!
…oh and wait… here is the mispurchase of the month…
a new pool!
…it looks like a pirates ship and it is de-inflatable again…
…. and you sure can place a bet how long it takes till the pool pawty is over…
guess what? my grandparents will come tonight… the lousepital guys said my grampy’s wrecked pointer looks good and he can drive… I’m a little nervous today…
…I mean my grandparents saw me the last time as they were here for christmas…
…and the wee puppy from christmas looks a little different now…
…do you think they will still like me?
… we try our best to be around in Blogville, but it probably happens that we are awol for for a day or so while my grandparents are here… so please bear with me…
to a super flower power furryday hosted by Da DB Boyz
We drove to Plemet and we discovered this zen-oase at the majors office…
…yes dad, you are standing at the correct place… in case the flowers decide to come down…
…and look what beautiful Weimaraner is in the middle of that two … well ya know …
…they even have a lot of palm trees there, maybe to pretend a tax oasis?
…and there is a cloister where the sinners can ponder about their fiscal crimes before they enter the chamber of fiscal torture…
da Côtes d’Armor is no tax pawradise….. just saying…. da big kahunas can empty ymy daddys wallet even faster than the mama….and that our crib is just 3km (1.86mi)away from a better &cheaper place is really rough luck… but it fits to us…
… and yes, dad that’s the next try… you are at the right place…
…but the flowers were not in the mood to turn into a flower-bomb … maybe next time…
…there are also a lot of healthy plants like lavender and other weed… probably to pamper the nerves of the peeps who have to bring the tax moneeh in…
…and there is even a pyramid, the same you have on the $$ bills… butt that’s just coincidence…of course…
the pyramid has a little pond, probably for the hopeless pecunary cases…
…naah it’s no one inside… so there is enough room for you dad…
…think we better make a french leave…
…before my dad gets a waterboarding for being a tax ewww-ader…
…we rather walk around the lake on the other side of the street…
… NO! the weimaraner dislikes to finish his walk now…
… I want to stay here and I don’t go back in the car…
period….. eggscept there are some treats in your pocket…
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