WORDY WEIM WET-NESDAY

look what they did!!!!

…they threw me in the bathtub!

mayday!

SOS!

…and I ask myself what sense it makes…

…to throw a harmless pup in such a dirty water…

…I mean no one can get clean in such a muddy swill , right?

…. and they have to glue EVERY hair back on me…

…that’s as clear as mud…. or the water in that bathtub…

HAVE A DRY WETNESDAY ALL

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TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

on the way back from that show, we stopped at the canal for a walk…

…let’s go dad and give smoke signals for the mama sho she can find us when she waddles 3 miles behind us…

… I enjoyed the quiet area and the place where I only can read my own pee mails…

…and where no one is on da streets…

… oh rural france how much we missed you while we were in that BIG city with ginormous 13.965 noses…

… the look over (nearly) endless fields and meadows with peaceful citizen….

…. and the cute little houses…

…and the cuterer and littlerer houses…

… and the quiet canal what showed me a beautiful weimaraner as I looked inside… probably a water-aner…

…and the only things what were big there, were the treat dispensers I saw on my way…

… they are on my wishlist now… but I’m not sure if 3 are enough… I rather take 5….

HAPPY TUESDAY TO YA ALL

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? I was at a show yesterday… it was in Pontivy and a I met a lot of pups…

Hello… what’s you name?

Princess Leeeeah!… or her cousin ;o)

…and a friend of da princess…

..and another friend…

…and a chocolate-like  pup…

..and Milonga and Glizenn..

…and Jackson and Jamaica…

…and this cute little pup I loved immediately… sadly he was in jail, so we couldn’t play together…

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…the weather was very good, mild and a little muggy butt no hot sun, the rival who was announced to be with me in the ring wasn’t there, so I’ve got a solo-gig too and I was a nice guy the whole time… so efurrything was pawfect… till… I entered the ring… BUTT IT WAS NOT MY FAULT… just saying

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… the mama said I even topped my bestest brother Easy that day… think I’ll take that for a compliment…

…and that screams for something right?

…bring on the BIG jar…

….that’s a trophy too, right?

R.I.G.H.T.

…ummm ….why you look so sad the mama? What’s wrong? Is it for da ruined show or what? NO?

…it is because she looks like a  fat steam roller  in the pictures with that darned short…. (see… I told ya NOT my fault…)

WHAT?!

… BAWHAHAHA!….oh mother I sometimes worry for ya… honestly…

…thanks to Association Canine Territoriale Bretonne for a great event…

AND A GREAT MO(A)NDAY TO YOU ALL

 

 

 

THIS MOMENT…

… SEE BEAUTIFUL

with

….FLOWERS

Look what  we found while wandering around Lake Sammy:

…have you ever seen such tiny toads? Thre were thousand or millions of this tiny hoppers… That are common toads or european toads (bufo bufo). The kind you should avoid if you are a dog. They are poisonous for dogs and it worst case you have to see the vet when you tocuh them with your nose or when your lick at that guys…. when ya kiss a frog you can get a prince, to kiss a toad brings a fat vet bill to you…  just saying…

…the mama placed a lighter next to them to show how itsy bitsy tiny they were…

…and we tiptoed around them to make sure they will not end as pancakes…

… but it was like a little wonder to see a gazillion of mini-toads on their way from the lake to the meadows and bushes… and even when they are dangerous… we wish them a long and happy toads-life…

…and here come the flowers…

…we start with da hydrangeas….

… and more hydrangeas..

…and that’s the arrangement in front of our mayors office…

… the drive way with the french flag and another flag got a little asian flair with different grasses…

… they had huge bamboo sticks there furst, but they were goners, so they had to find another flowers for that big pots…

…then we have more hydrangeas/hortensias…

… and some more…

…and at last me and the dad next to the bargain bin flowers the mama bought…

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FURRYDAY FULL OF FLOWER POWER

 

 

DIY POETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW

to next next letter of Angel Sammy’s poet-a-thon. The letter this week is E and the prompts are:

EVIL  EARTH ESCAPE EMPTY

…aaaaand here we go…

One  thing on EARTH  what’s sometimes  EVIL

is the silvermistygray WEIMER-DEVIL.

Never is EMPTY from bad tricks his mind

the worst ideas ESCAPE from there… sort of a kind.

And therefore the mama screamed with fear:

You kill my nerves AND Rudolph… OH DEEEER!

…no worries kids, he will recover till christmouse…

The staff needs a little longer for recovering after the kitchen from hell, it was a donkeys job …

…and that was the highlight… and it happened TWICE…

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…butt at the end we finished that project …

…and we came to a conclusion:

NEVER AGAIN!

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE THURSDAY ALL

WILD WEIM WEDNESDAY

BON CHEW

..or BON SHOE?

…today I present ya my newest invention:

..the ESPA-DALS…

…or the SAN-DRILLES?… or wait… we can call them SCANDALS now…

…whatever… the main thing is your feet can enjoy the sun and a fresh breeze … instead to be incarcerated  in fabric and synthetic leather da whole summer…

FREEDOM for da mozarella sticks and the gorgonzola-toes!

… AND A WILD WEDNESDAY TO YA  ALL

(UN-)TASTY TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

today I present you the most untasty food of da whole world:

Spaghetti Italiano by Amy’s kitchen… we had no stove nor an oven for a while, so the mama bought some things you can warm up in your microwave…

… the package looked promising somehow, but even with the most modern tools like photoshop it was probably not possible to give this mixture  a better  look…

…and after we had it in the microwave it looked much more worse, butt that is technically a benefit, after looking at the package we never thought that could be pawsible…I felt sorry for the broccoli on the right, it looks like a peep, full of fear with the hands up in awaiting of it’s doomsday…

… and that doomsday came… although we hoped the taste will be different than the look….butt it wasn’t … to tell the truth it was awful. The only good thing was the small size of that spaghetti italiano meal , probably Amy was not brave enough to make the meals bigger… people could land at the ER or they could die… and that would cause a lot of pecunary tempests in Amy’s wallet…

… I was happy that I had my canned food… it’s not bio and not vegan, hell no!… but it was as boring good as every day…

After all we think the parts of that spaghetti italiano    fit  pawfectly to each other, the look and the taste was uniformly  horrible, so the overall package was absolutely self-consistent… and this time not the diy-project knocked the staff out butt the food… that’s brandnew…

…and just between us Amy… if all that ingredients grow in your backyard like the package said… you better should call the crime scene cleaners or the ghost-busters… because it seems what grows in your garden is probably not from this world… just saying…

HAVE A TASTY TUESDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? I saw a dog-umentation in tv, that all dogs need a job and they need something to do to be engaged and always happy and whatever…

… although I listened to that dog-umentary only with a half ear, I adopted the idea immediately…and I decided to become the MAIL INTAKER…

…. oh my that’s a challenge to bring all that parts in…

…and then I also have to sort it…

…. and then comes the taste-test…

… and at last I have to iron that whole stuff with my belly…

…. eggshausting… I tell ya…

look the mama, someone send you a jigsaw …

…. and no, I have no clue what was inside or who sent that…

….that’s the idea of jigsaws, that you have to put it together furst, woman!

… and you can read the message to me after you solved that puzzle thingy…

…oh hey, wait a minute, just noticed  I’m on the PAD OF SHAME….

WHY? … and why am I a fired MAIL INTAKER now?

…I tell ya, never believe the stuff they tell you in TV…. such tv-wisdom is totally overrated… just saying…and I rather stay as an unemployed Weimaraner…

HAVE A MARVELLOUS MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW,

to a fabulous and colorful FLOWER FURRYDAY hosted by DA BOYZ:

…wake up the mama we have to waddle around to find da bestest flowers…

…this time we furst  looked for wildflowers … or weed… but every plant you find in nature is good for something …

….some have magic powers…

…and some look like little suns…

…and some are like markers so you will not miss the boardwalk, what are  more  jokes in france … but we are proud that there was still room for the sign on that 12 inches boardwalk… chapeau!

…and here some roses… it is hot here so we have to water them, right?

…and the hortensias, they grow like weed here, we have forestlike hortensia areas  efurrywhere…

…and at last the  flowers the municipal administration placed on the wall of the cemetery…

…that place is guarded by a mystical stone figure what is as ugly as a baboons butt scared me as I was a wee puppy… I refused to pass this stone-guy…butt that’s yesterday’s chip paper, I’m a mighty Weimaraner now and I don’t fear scary looking stone guys… do you?

HAVE A FLOWERFUL FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DIY POETRY THURSDAY

BON CHEW 

to a new letter of the alphabet for Angel Sammy’s Pawetry-Thursday.

The letter is D and the prompts are: DANDELION DARK DANGER DINNER

… and here we go:

DANDELIONS are not really a DANGER

butt for peeps they are the reason of anger

they grow efurrywhere even in the DARK

till they end as DINNER for this shell wearing shark…

…. butt wait, wait wait… that’s not the end of my pawetic gush…

A real DANGER starts with with the same letter  too
it’s called DIY or DISASTER  or DOOMSDAY… duh!
We still stick with that kitchen from hell
and I can hear the mama yell…
who came up with this crap? so asked SHE
and then she noticed: oh sh*t, is was ME!
my dad said it has to hold for the next 20 years
of course, it tooks 19 of them till the mess disappears…
the half thing is done, the staff is k.o.
butt there is still the other half to do…
UHOH!

HAVE A TROUBLEFREE THURSDAY ALL