FFF FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to FINAL FICTION FURRYDAY hosted by Aunty YAM.

We picked a classics this time again, it’s THE FROG PRINCE by da Brothers Grimm. The book sadly has no 87 pages, butt we picked the prompts from page 8 and 7. And our story is NO fairytale it is da nekked truth.

The prompts are: FROG KISS DISTRESS PRINCE MORNING

So here we go with:

DA TOAD PRAWNCESS by DA BROTHERS WEIM.

Once upon a time butt not long ago a Prawncess named the mama waddled in her backyard in da early MORNING, escorted by their beloved smart beautiful and hyper intelligent Weimaraners and armed with a cigarette and a mug full with fresh brewed luxurious coffee her pawerents always dragged from germany to france, because that Prawncess was super fastidious and high-brewed…

It was a beautiful day, da berds sang Rockin’ Robin and the pigeons shat in the veggie patch of the neighbors and not in the mug of da Prawncess this time. Howlelujah! The perfect MORNING…. Butt! Suddenly! the Prawncess saw how one of her beloved smart beautiful and hyper intelligent Weimaraners touched something with his paw.

…a FROG! …naaaah a TOAD!!!!!!! ALARM! TAKE ARMS!

Damsel Da Prawncess in DISTRESS!

Butt what can a Prawncess do who has only her Pyjama, a cigarette and a mug with coffee? And how can she hold two beloved smart beautiful and hyper intelligent Weimaraners back from da poisonous toad?

To KISS a toad is NO option, it never becomes a PRINCE. All what you get is a super bitter taste in your mouth while you turn into a bubble bath and at the end you land at the vet who sells anti-pukeritis pills for 30 bucks per piece!

And because da Prawncess has definitely all dots on her dice and even more than that  (don’t trust  people who  say da opposite) she grabbed the mug with da coffee and put it over da toad. GOTCHA! VICTORY!

…then she tried to drag her beloved smart beautiful and hyper intelligent Weimaraners back in the house, butt failed because someone with a small head butt GINORMOUS brain slipped through the collar, ran back to the toad and opened the mug of  Pan-TOAD-ra  again!!!!

… the idiot beloved smart beautiful and hyper intelligent Weimaraner was carried back in the house like a baby  against his will,  protesting and cursing.  And da husband of da Prawncess, named da Prawn had to go on toad patrol, because da Prawncess feared the evil beast will jump straight in her face after the coffee shower and that would be the end of da Prawncess that’s as clear as mud or black coffee from germany.

At the end we got no PRINCE and the decadent coffee ended as lawn moistener and we are not sure what PETA will say when they read about catching a toad with a cup of coffee… there is coffeine inside and that is sure not good for toads who are anyway nocturnal… poor toad now it has probably insomnia furever and ever… and finally:

A MORNING WHAT STARTS WITHOUT COFFEE IS A SHIT DAY MOURNING

…and to make it to a better morning here are two flowers for Rosy’s Flower Furryday

furst a GIANT rose for Rosy:

it was so big that it fitted not even in da camera…

… and here a butterfly bush with a butterfly…

HAVE A FROGFREE FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

 

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PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new round of Angel Sammys and Teddys PAWETRY IN PIGTURES. This week the two picked something very special…

..scary? sad? special? … we said it is superbe for sharing some TRUE facts.

In Pawris is a special place

a cemetery named Pere Lachaise.

There are Jimmy and Honoré and Maria and such

and all who were famous butt also those not so much.

And there is a princess  or let’s say just her grave,

who had a not so good life but was very brave.

And instead to give to heritage vultures her dust

she will give it to a brave guy, but he must

spend a whole year in her undercroft

although it is small and not really a loft.

The one who can stand a year without getting nuts

gets a million in cash no if’s no but’s.

A lot people came and tried to stay,

but they all failed and went away.

No one was killed that is just a canard

you can die in Paris, sure life there now  is hard.

But in this crypt you can die never

butt maybe you will be on earth forever.

Would you be brave enough to give it a try?

We will watch you butt we will not stand by.

That thing has a hook what leads to a tantrum,

no one knows who will give ya that wampum…

And so we think that offer is pale

and  it maybe  is a modern fairytale.

would you try it dude?                …. my a$$ not for a million!

FYI: there are many rumours about the crypt of Elisabeth Demidoff and a lot say it is just a week you have to stay there…come on  people… who makes a million within one week with earning moneeh the hard way? no one I think, so the challenge is for 1 year… and that’s a good deal too… apart from the fact that Princess Demidoff is a vampire…

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

after the not so good weekend we tried to cheer up our staff, specially the sad mama …not that there was an urgent need, we just thought better mood brings better treats, so…

…we decided to make a cheese cake… butt sadly that stuff was so tasty, so we emptied the whole jar apart from two teaspoons on da bottom…

…and while asking google what cheesecake we can make with 0,0001 oz of cheese we found out that cheese makes a good bodylotion too…

….da Nelly had to try that immediately…

…and because we had no cheese we tried to bake a cheesecake without cheese … butt…

… even without cheese it was too tasty to waste it for a cake…

…so we sent it directly to our stomachs too…

…so no cheesecake nor a cheesecake without cheese … butt we hope for some treats anyway… NOW.

….btw: any ideas how to get the cheese out of my  nostrils?

btw. btw. no worries for the now undignified dad and the sad mama  without cheesecake … she did some retail therapy, butt failed there too with moving the stuff from my dad’s wishlist to her shopping cart and through the checkout. The surprise will be overwhelming when the postman rings twice… We  think that is called self-spoof or something like that ….

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL

TRAVEL TROUBLE TUESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

last sunday we were on tour… we drove to Segré… for a show… The mama thought it is a small show and a good start for da Neilson to become more socialized  and a good place to complete my trophy-chest, but like always she was WRONG.

no we will not land behind bars, the cage is for da dad

…this year 834 pups came, so it was not really small…

…da Neilson was not only social, he was over da moon with meeting so much other dogs…

…and he was shy but good in the ring, so he got a VERY GOOD and a good rating…

…he was in the ring with Nemo, a super well behaved pup, totally different from da Overlook twins…

…Nemo won, but that was ok, it was his Birthday so he sure deserved to win….

… the mama placed her last two cents on me, because every judge is different and has his own opinion about the best Weimaraner and I’m the one who fitted to to this opinion. And after I won 5 weeks ago, she knew hoped that I can make it…

…if I want… butt I didn’t want to…

sorry for the bad photos, to maneuver a dog and to take photos is something the mama has to learn…

…my dad entered the ring full of confidence and with the head in the clouds, butt that is a show and so I showed him who is boss…

… I bucked like a horse, jumped like a billy goat and as the judge tried to check me, I jumped at him and wanted to play with him…

…the judge was a saint but even a saint has it’s limits… so I got an empty sheet because I was not judgeable…and an embarrassed dad left the ring with his weim-diva

… the mama was a little  sad…

…butt she will fail better next time… if I want… and do I look as if I want?

… not really huh?… butt anyway…

we say congrats to Annie and Milonga who are RCACS

and congrats to Catherine and Mr. Jack who are BOB and who got the third place of group 7

…at least we were the funniest team at the show, that’s for sure…

…sadly they have no comedy prize… it would be ours in zilch…

…and otherwise that is a good idea for running in class pair….we only have to find the right direction…

…it was a long day this time we had to stay from 8:30 am till 3 pm…

…so we hung around with the weim girls…

…and had fun with bugging our people…

… and with ruining their shoes…

…and other things…

we say THANK YOU to Association Canine Maine-Anjou for a good event and Thank You to all pups and people who made this day to a good one.

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HAVE A TERRIFIC TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

guess what? the mama bought us a swimming pool. The ultimate gift for two Weimaraner with a water phobia…

it was huuuuuuuuge on the picture … big enough for TWO kids and there was even room for their mama…

…can I eat it?

…nooo dude!… fill it with air the mama….now!

…and as the mama filled the giant battle ship  with some air , fiction met reality…   we only hope they put  the two brats from the package via photoshop in this pool and not via chainsaw…

maybe that’s what they call micro chip? …. butt anyway… give it to the weimaraners!

we immediately entered that giant cruiser  and after 2 seconds we heard a scary noise… pfffffft… or something like that…maybe the engines of that ship what started to work? hop aboard da Nelly, we sail to takka-tukka island…

I brought all our toys a board and then….HEEEEY!  what are ya doing?

… there is an interesting thingy like a plug… I think I’ll eat it…

….gaaaah! are ya crazy? …now our ship is unplugged… SOS!!

…. uuuh now we have a wreck…that was it with our trip to takka-tukka island…butt think  we can name it Shi-Tanic…

…you are really NO smart  virgo, dude….

…butt a lion hihihi  and oh… while we’re on it, I think something roars in my belly…

…you probably plugged your  exit while eating da plug….

…and if we unplug ya, you look like our poor SHI-Tanic..

…ouch da sh*t….

….yes.. egg-sactly…

and last butt also least we leave ya with the fabulous warning advice what was included to da giant micro-chip

…whoever can manage to drown in this thimble wins the Darwin Award, that’s as clear as mud….

HAVE A MARVELOUS MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a fabulous flower power furryday with Rosy and da Boyz.

today we have da biggest roses of our backyard for Rosy…..

…and an intruder. Guess what? This mouse has a green text marker dot at it’s tail. My dad released it in the morning after we found it in the trap. My dad is my dad so he opened the back door and let it run. In the afternoon it was back and waited that I open the door!

Furget it Fievel, Mickey, Stuart or whatever your name is. You ruined our pawtatoes and our carrots and you also ruined the pillows  of our garden furnitures. You better stay outside and specially out of sight of the mama who is furious for da pillows.  You are a criminal… and you even crossed the crime scene door mat we bought eggs-tra for you. You are a mice-rable pet and you have to walk the line directly in my stomach if you ever come back… and we wish the makers of all this useless mice-away stuff would walk the line too, they wasted our moneeh and their products are not worth one cent. Probably they are made by Disney …

HAVE A FABULOUS FURRYDAY ALL

PAWETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

to a new round of Angel sammy’s and Teddy’s Pawethaton in pigtures. Look what pigture the two found for today:

…oh that looks like the ride what brings you to Woodstock… or another Hippie Festival… so hop on da bus, here we go:

Once many  moons centuries ago

there was a girl named the mama who want  to go

to a festival called hippie spring break far away in spain

butt her gruesome parents answered NAAAAIN!

and all her begging was in vain.

Butt AAAAALL of her class mates  were allowed to go

out of 25 teens ca. 4 or so…

The mama and her friend who was not one of that four

said their parents runined their future fur evermore!

And because the mama never went to a festival

she said to her father : after all…

with  your  parental findieshness I missed a thing of my generation

and I think it is time for a fat compensation…

a car or a boat  or something like that

but her father just said: dream on silly brat.

So the mama decided she will drag us all

to da  da next dog friendly festival.

That means we have to jump with her on da festival bus

but we ask: what is the compensation for us?

HAVE A PAWETIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

WILD WEIMNESDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW

guess what? we had a compawtition in our backyard…

da first WEIM WRESTLING WHINER WORLDCUP. And there was even a Prize for da Whiner Winner.

….furst we stared at each other for 87 hours….

…then we tried to remove the ears of each other …. but it didn’t work…

…and then….meleeeeeee!

…say uncle! ok… FUR-uncle!

… can I get my fur back from your mouth please? …sure you can glue it back…

… then we saw the prize… THE UGLIESTESTEST DOG TOY of da whole slice earth…

…it’s even to ugly too kill it… so we decided to name it Angela and we know now that the mama is the miserablestestest event promoter ever and we will not enter one of her events again…no hot dogs, no band, no cheeleaders… what a pitiful organization…

HAVE A WILD WEIMNESDAY ALL

 

 

 

TRADITION TUESDAY

BON CHEW&COWCOW,

last week at Assumption Day we had a festival in our kraal. That is tradition since the romans got an a$$kick by Vercingetorix. There is always a pawarade, that’s tradition too… and there is muzak, booze and people who puke in your front yard or on your doormat… disgusting butt tradition…

.. this time the mama  pawrricaded the crib…

…butt where there’s a will there’s a way…

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…this time oldtimers and old farm machines butt NO horses… what’s that?

…we also had sunshine instead the common rain and that meant the festival lasted till da next morning….  at 10 pm we thought it is over butt  the muzak only stopped because the breton folk band was plastered… the back-up DJ  was very young and played rap and techno that we feared for our windows… oh man ……sh*t happens, huh?

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE TUESDAY ALL

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW & COWCOW,

today we have a lot of mischief to share… good things come in trees … and goof things too…

…first we had  shoe-time…

…wasn’t me…

…me neither…

…when in doubt for the accused, right?

…then something happened in our living room…

…a blizzard or wizard… the weather is weird this year so weather phenomenons  can happen…

…we rather left the place of that natural disaster before a torrent or a sh*tstorm comes down on us…

…and last but definitely NOT least the biggest fail made by the mama…

… imagination vs. reality….

….ewww….. the smell is like the look…

…buuuarks! and the taste too!

… but after all it is a pawsome synthesis of (f)art…

…congrats the mama you totally nailed it…

… but before you think about opening a bakery you should look for a mighty good  shyster… shyst saying….

HAVE A MARVELOUS MO(A)NDAY ALL