FASHION FURRYDAY

BON CHEW,

although the mama got the strictestest order ever to stay away from buying any kinds of duds, she bought something anyway …

…it’s a coat for me…

… eeeewwwww…. I don’t like it….I’m an avowed nudist…

…butt no worries,  the order wasn’t completely in vain…

…that air pillows are super fabulous toys!

HAVE A FABULOUS FURRYDAY ALL

 

 

TIY THURSDAY

BON CHEW,

the diy-cowboys are still busy with the wardrobe …

…and I’m super busy too with being INDAWAY…

… and with being ARMED…

…after I made the dad (h)armless I entertained the mama who tried to bring da clothes away so she can start to ruin the second part of da wardrobe aka the graveyard of my daddy’s moneeh…

…. I made her (h)armless too….

…and I hope summersale comes soon…

…we urgently need some new clothes, right the mama?

… there is a lot of room now and my dad took the measurement how much new stuff we can squeeze inside there…

… and I helped him with eating the half of da measuring tape, so he can save some moneeh…

…. and then I emptied the dirt tank of the vacuum, hey…that’s easier than I thought… you only have to turn down the handle and viola! the dirt tank is off and the dirt is back on da floor …just in case you want to try that at home too…

…butt instead to be deep impressed, they removed the weimaraner from the crime scene…

…. well then..it’s good night nurse… I anyway have better things to do than to pull your butts out of the fire…

… and after I re-organized my toy box

…I worked on a bully stick…

…that’s  better to be in exile than at the front line… specially when the mama becomes slightly cranky with im-pawtience… she actually thought she can finish that project within some  minutes days…

… butt because my dad had surgery at his back on tuesday and is currently double-(h)armless we still live in chaos… but we hope we can go back to “normal” this weekend… or we buy some new clothes and furget the chaos in da guest room… or we all go nekked… or we start the project again, because the mama said she dislikes the new wallpapers and she saw some good ones at the junk-store and that are anyway non-woven wallpapers we can remove within 10 minutes and….

…ooops… think that was egg-sactly what he wanted to hear (not)… and  his  lay-in means probably  his  instant  lay-off  from any mom-disaster-project….

HAVE A GOOD THURSDAY ALL

and last butt not least here is my entry for

STORIES WE LOVE

hosted by Louisdog, Director of Blogville Arts&Entertainment:

It is NO book about DIY, nor an instruction-sheet for wrecking balls, it’s Blood&Barolo, written by Carsten Sebastian Henn. It’s a dog crime story from Piedmont/Italy. It’ s about two fourlegged detectives, Niccolo and Giacomo who want to find the evil doer who snitched the howly Shroud of Turin. They try to help Amadeus, a Pharaoh  Hound whose family was chosen to guard the shroud at Duomo di San Giovanni. Amadeus is an unlucky fellow, the furst night he guarded the shroud, it got lost… and therefore his furmily contravened him…. but together with Niccolo and Giaccomo he tries to whitewash his reputation and to bring the howly shroud back.

The pup on the cover reminds me a little of Charlie from Downunder and while I ate read the book, I’ve found a lot of similarities between Charlie and Amadeus….

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? After we met Bill&Jean in Pawris, we started the next day in da early morning to normandy.

…I was a fabulous passenger in da car… just saying…

…and after we arrived at our fab gite …

… I immediately dragged my dad to da beach …. you can read all about our howl-i-day-house and normandy at the canadian cats, there is also the recipe of da world bestest fishcake we cookered together…

… and the next day we started to see the american cemetery at Colleville-sur- mer… it rained cats&dogs and it was as ark as… well ya know…

Dogs are not allowed at the cemetery of Colleville-sur-mer, so me and the mama waited in the car…..then we drove to the  cemetery of the  Canadian heroes at Beny -sur -mer.

…I furst met this little pup there and it told me that dogs are allowed at this  cemetery, YAY!

…..and so we entered the cemetery …

…and  we wrote our names in da visitors book… mine too! of course….

…. and like a miracle…

…flat Shoko appeared and she joined us, because cats are allowed there too…

… and then we took a photo together… and see what they wrote in that stone….

YES, we never will furgot those who fought for our freedom…

…those who came all da long way from Canada…

…and who died so very young….

…then we walked to the monument there…

…and I’ve got  a photo together with Shoko…

…and we lighted the Blogville candles on the left and the right of a wreath other visitors placed there … …

…and after Jean and Bill put the little  canadian flags in the ground…

….as a greeting from home  for all the brave men there…

…and after  da pawlice entered the cemetery, because they escorted a bus from canadian embassy….

…we headed off to the german  batterie at Longues-sur-Mer, the weather was still awful, but we had a nice walk around  the old command posts, the canons and the trenches and bunkers…

…and I posed with the mama in front of a tank at Overlord Museum…

…where my dad bought me that fabulous Cricket clicker thingy…

… we will never furget the name of the heroes and we will never furget this wonderful time we had together with Bill&Jean… I don’t know when or if we will meet again (we hope we will!!!)…but I know that we made a memory furever and ever this way and that’s what counts…

HAVE A FABULOUS TUESDAY ALL

 

MISCHIEF MO(A)NDAY

BON CHEW,

with the furst day of a new week and with a new DIY-disaster…

the mama wanted a new closet and yesterday she started her unhowly oeuvre…

…furst she removed some trashures of a pawt of da closet…

…and I helped her with being indaway…

and with being indaotherway….

and with being indaotheranotherway…

…then I decided to evacuate some trashures too…

…butt I brought them to a wrong place and she fired me…

…and that’s an epic fail  to replace a smart virgo-weim with a diy-cowboy-dad…just saying…

…and it needed not even 5 minutes and 87  ole wallpaper shreds on da floor instead in the trashbag,  then the dad got da sack too…

…at least I’ve got no sack butt a sock…

the mama started to change the wallpapers, butt as soon as they were on the wall she noticed something…

 

….she accidentally grabbed a different roll of wallpaper at the diy-cowboy-store …

…after 87 wild curses and 187 arrroooooo’s to the sky, she decided to leave it as it is and to cover the different pawt  with hanging more clothes in that thingy, so they will cover her ewww-pic fail…

…I have some doubts that this idea will work…. my dad made his odontodynia-face and that means: furget it…

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL

 

(AFTER) SHOW SATURDAY

BON CHEW,

look, here is my evaluation from the DOG SHOW in Rennes… translated by the breeder, Mrs. Silly…

Teeth are correct
Very good head
Ear well attached and good length
Distance skull and nose excellent
Neckline ok
Juvenile body
Correct angulations
Excellent feet
very sportive walking
… and now we ponder why we got no “trés prometteur”, butt anyway, the judge said so…
…the breeder also suggested some  more training, the last 3 words were a hint, it means that dashing through the SHOW is no good idea… butt the mama was the fast&furious  and ricocheted through da ring…while I billygoated next to her…
…hey wait a minute… then it is HER fault, right? … good to know… I will milk that to the max… that’s for sure…

HAVE A GOOD SATURDAY ALL 

FLOWER FURRYDAY

BON CHEW

to FLOWER FURRYDAY by Angel Dory & Da Boyz

…so furst we have a lot of roses, they are big this year and they look a little bit like the roses  you can win at a shooting gallery of a fair… like those the mama always wanted butt never got because she wouldn’t hit a barn door with a banana far less with a rifle…

…then there are some pinks what come back efurry year…. troopers!

… and last butt definitely least the goners from the junk store….

… watch out you colored salad, the beheader is there….

HAVE A FABULOUS FLOWER FURRYDAY ALL

 

TOOFUS THURSDAY

BON CHEW

If you enter the GOLDEN SEAGULL 

to load  your tummy and your mouth full…

…. then don’t place your order at that thing what’s green…

… or what you want will never be seen…

… butt after walking in that booth the old style way….

… Da Phenny  got his ice cream and that’s okay…

HAVE A TERRIFIC THURSDAY ALL

 

 

 

WEIM-WEDNESDAY PAWS-PORT TO

PAWRIS…

late, butt never too late to talk about my adventures in Pawris…

…after  an endless odyssey through that Pawris, because that village is a little bigger than my kraal…

…we finally met Jean&Bill at the roof terrace of their fab howltel… let’s say Bill&Jean were faster in Pawris from Canada than my dad from western france…

…that was a great idea this howltel-guys had… there was a small lawn for dogs and that is the thing you hardly can find in that Pawris…so if you travel with a dog to Pawris, pick Mercure Howltel Montmartre…

…we had some coffee and coke and water there…. and the mama got the best coffee she ever had… so another point to visit Mercure Howltels…

… my dad got just a small coke, he wasted to much moneeh while paying taxi drivers for being our scouts….

…after a short break in our howltel room, we started to walk to a famous food-temple … the MOULIN DE LA GALETTE…it was a long and eggs-hausting way to that restaurant, no one told us that Pawris is built on that kill-i-man-sharow…

… so it was no wonder that the mama sent an eye-sos to that waiter to bring on the food… if you miss me, I’m undercover aka under-table with a bone…

….and Bill waited too… after 87 miles uphill we needed a meal im-meal-diately…. and there was also this balcony on the other side of the street… and always if we looked up to that balcony a man was there who smoked a cigarette while watching the food on our plates… bet that was a spy…

…. and here comes the food…

… isn’t that great?…. shrimps with  kataifi and they were delicious…

…and because I was such a fab guest… they named even the water after me, ha!

The way home was a little easier, because we went down as fast as the niagara falls… but you need good brakes… otherwise you land in one of that gazillion tables and chairs the people placed efurrywhere…

After all it was a good evening and we had a good sleep… eggscept the mama, who landed on the floor because the beds of Pawris are completely different from your doggy baskets or pillows at home… just saying…

HAVE A GREAT WEDNESDAY….

…and for more travel-tales you can visit the Canadian Cats

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

….it’s SHOWTIME!

…and me, the mama and the dad drove to the capital city of Brittany… to Parc Expo Rennes Aeroport… to visit the CACIB (Certificat d’Aptitude au Championnat International de Beauté )show ….

…woah… the 3 country eggs in da big city…

….no wonder that I jumped with joy, huh? Butt soon I learnt that I can’t jump at efurry dog, there were too many… more than 2000… eggs-actly 2082…and I took a photo of some pups, butt sorry the canon is finally in da bucket and the mama had only her phone, so the quality is…poopr

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… after I said hell-o to all that pups, we went to Ring 34 were all the weims lured to welcome the new kid in town… and that new kid was me.

Efurrything was well decorated till we came, but then my dad landed in that fab green thingy  with da  number 34 next to the ring ass backwards and it looked more dishelveled than decorated…

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…I met Milonga and Glizenn and guess what? Milonga is the niece of Easy….

…and because  Milonga is nearly as old as me, one week younger or so,  she started in the same class like me… the puppy class…

…and then I grabbed the leash of the mama and we entered the ring…

…Milonga said she will watch me and she also  will not laugh… at least she will try….

…and then we waddled away…

… with (nearly) Mach 2… and a LOOSE leash…

…the mama said she can’t believe that this happens…

… me neither so I did some wild  billy goat leaps…

…then the judge came close and looked at my back…

…and into my mouth…aaaah…

…and then they did something what looks like a twister game to check the other side of the weimaraner…

… and then we waited …

…and waited….

…and then we got our evaluation and could leave da ring.

…butt I said furget it, Andy Warhol said, efurrybuddy has the right to get 15 minutes of fame… and my 15 minutes are not over… so I started a sit in  in the ring… Sadly the mama grabbed her weimaraner and carried him out of the ring…. Sneaky! I will call her BRUTUS now….

…and then Milonga was in the ring and Milonga won the puppy class. CONCATS!!! BRAVO!

after that  we planned to go home, butt we couldn’t find the elephant skate…

… so we had a nice long walk while we looked for our ride…

the mama said she wasn’t the driver who parked that car so girlish…. and I’m the eyewitness, she is right…

…but finally…. YAY we found it!!!

I say THANK YOU for a great event to

ASSOCIATION CANINE TERRITORIALE BRETONNE, to all sponsors and helpers, to all dogs and people who came and to the many peeps of the security forces who agreed to protect this event… although it was sunday… and although that normally dogs guard humans and not vice versa… but that’s probably a result of the “new reality” we have to face now…

HAPPY TUESDAY TO YOU ALL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISCHIEF MOANDAY

BON CHEW,

guess what? The mama had an idea… yes, yes, yes… look for your helmets and seek for shelter….

…the plan was, to put all houseplants together  in the big pot you can see on the left. Because no one can move that beast when the plants and the earth is inside , the mama said it needs wheels…

…and my daddy removed the wheel base from an old office chair and added a wooden thing (that on the right side) what should be round. butt it isn’t… butt at least no one can say that is square, right? right.

… he needed a lot of tools and material and at the end the thingy on wheels got ONE screw…

…. and with that only one screw the project ended … screwed… the thingy on wheels collapsed, we suddenly had a garden in our kitchen and a hogwild the mama…

… and finally we had all plants in that big pot, butt the big pot has no wheels… because the wheel-thingy has a screw loose…like my dad…

….ooops he heard what I said… so I better run….

HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL