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  • Writer's pictureBobbles

📝 3 September 2022

auf deutsch & in english

Man time, Juuhuuu, for real, guys 💪🐕

Sybille, our big boss, had to travel again for her two-leg company ✈️

And so the cool guys, Me, Rainer and Marcus, were all alone and let the sow out 🕺🏻 🔥🍻 

Well, almost; O'Malley's wannabe boy band and our girl gang were in on the action. 

Is the cat 😺 out of the house dancing with the mice 🐭 on the table, hihi.

Ok, ok, Sybille has called every morning and checked that we do not do shit 🙈 and always asked each of us how he is doing ☺️ 

Oh, how I missed her ❤️

Our big little girl has become a real jet setter.

She was in Munich. The land where beer 🍻 and sausages 🌭 flow. Pretzels 🥨 grow on the trees and baking chicken 🍗 fly through the air. A Bobbles dream come true 😁.

And stories she told us on the phone, wow. Evenings with princes 🤴🏽from the Orient and chanterelles 🍄, a cowboy 🤠 who wanted to whisk her away on a ship to Italy and old ladies 🧏🏻♀️ who have already shared lipstick 💄 with Mickey Rourke.

I really need to keep losing weight to fit on the plane ✈️ so I can finally join them. 

Rich and famous we could both become. Quite charmingly, I would introduce Sybille as my muse at my book readings 🥰 

Munich, helloooo 🤗 I have already picked out great leather pants with Marcus. And fancy dirndls for my entourage: Squeaky Rapunzelchen, Sophia and the crazy Tanzmarie, the old dancing queen,💃🏻 always great.

But what's the point of all that filthy lucre when great happiness is so close? 

Sybille is back, in short pants, a dirty shirt and bare feet. So I like her best, then I can lick her legs incredibly well.

And she had a big surprise for us 🥳 a glitter silver machine.

I still thought, a microphone 🎤 for me, so I can finally pass on all my life wisdom as a podcast to you.

... but, she grabbed Mr Flea 😳 Oh God, and after that, he was naked 😱 Completely naked in not even 10 min. Like a sheep, she shaved him bald 😰 and old shit, how much fur he had, to be envious 🤔

A whole dog sweater army we could knit from it. Great business idea 🤑but "Old Dog Spice" would take us no one. Boah, the wool smells like a wet, damp sofa 🤢 Last but not least, it was slathered with scented shampoo. Panicked, I looked for a place to hide 😧 because even O'Malley and I agreed on this - WE DON'T‼️ I covered my eyes with my paws so she wouldn't see me. Nothing happens, fortunately, 😜

But lately, Sybille has been very thoughtful and sometimes mumbles to herself. So, I bravely came out of my hiding place and cuddled up to her hard so she knew she was not alone.

Your faithful and still hairy Bobbles ❤️🐶



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