HULLO;
the secret is, to do mischief always in 3s…
like eating the cucumber salad while the other one
eats a pack of toilet paper
while the other other one spits dirt on the laptop…
HAPPY MOANDAY
the secret is, to do mischief always in 3s…
like eating the cucumber salad while the other one
eats a pack of toilet paper
while the other other one spits dirt on the laptop…
to
look how it looks now in the morning here. But later the sun comes out…
that means put your dirty wellies on and do the lawn. It became a jungle….
but what if the lawn mower is in the butt?
a bad critter gnawed the hose for the gas apart!
so we removed the hose from bathtub what had anyway a crack, cut it off and viola, the gas is running… into the engine and not on the paws of the mama… and in case you may ask.. with gas in da socks she can NOT run faster…
bur anyway the lawn is done, the lawn mower fixed in ghetto style and the staff is dog tired… thats wort a wonderful orange flower for Rosy, right?

to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week …
thats the dream of all moms with bink bants…
to eat all things in meat or plants.
a plate as big as a mountain for real
and the bants sit still like the kin of an eel.
but that is just a dream , we say it out loud
so don’t wear pants and go without.
-Thibaut-
Good idea…. the dad who was around with ANOTHER pup inspired us to some mischief…
look whats inside of that box… the mama had sausages there, who are for special events or days… and it has a security clip what no one can open, not even Mr. Houdini…
but tuesday sure is a special day, because it is the best tuesday of the week, right ? and Mr. Houndini aka da Phenny can open that thing .. and he did!
we at two of that fabulous big sausages and da Nelly ate even da cover, thats because of hiding da evidence… he sadly puked it out at night and well, we had no good time then… but nevertheless the sausages were tasty..
because we had a b*tch of a week, we declare it to da national weimaraner mischief week… and we start with something special…
a shopping bag what turned into a pee-kini top , maybe for a festival or so…
she! didn`t like it… maybe yellow is not her color…

to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week …
there once was a weimaraner from montreal
who saw a haircut tutorial.
he thought thats easy and cut the hair
but looked like a bozo from a fun fair.
he cried and stomped with his feet
and promised youtube has to bleed.
for sharing bullshittish haircut stuff
what are not real, just a big AI bluff.
And the moral of that disaster,
not even AI can be a master.
our mama has an evil flu, we have no idea from where she got that… the covid-combi test was positive, so we think she good that thing, even when it is an ole hat now …
…its like the magic cube in the 80s… she was the last kid in her class who got one and that time the cube was no longer dernier cri…
we do efurrything to bring her back asap …
to Nature Furryday
and to FFFURRYDAY by da Aunty Yam
on one of our swamp walks, we saw this little guy… it is brave and looks fresh and nice in all the storms and bad weather stuff… we can lesarn as lot from this purple little guy…
and we are happy to find the furst daffies in our garden…
and the cutest one is for Rosy….
and we wish you a warm and comfy furryday and a

to a new epawsode of Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton in pigtures….look what they found for this week …
we thought the lyrics of this old Led Zeppelin song fit so great, so we had to borrtow them… and now we listen to da muzak…