Hi everybody. I’m Britta, resident Bistro recipe- tester. I was named after Britta’s Café in Irvine, CA. If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know that my parents are nuts about this place like I am over eating kat poop.
This is my first week home, when I was a wee puppy.
I’m a weimaraner. I hunt, I chase, I steal, and I munch. Mamma and pappa think they’re really passionate about food; they’ve got nuttin’ on me. Don’t tell them this, but I try a little of everything that comes out of the Bistro. I use a Jack Bauer-like counter-surf attack that’s stealth, quick and rewarding. Do not stop me, I will shoot!
In my spare time, I enjoy chasing katz, eating stix and tearing up toyz. In my down-time, I nap under the piano, but most of the time, I play shadow with my parents; I go everywhere they go. Here are some more photos of me; aren’t I photogenic???
This is me posing with my first chukar in the Mojave Desert. Someday, I’ll get to hunt another one for my parents to roast.
Me in the garden, probably looking for lizards.
This is a reminder that I’m no angel; I like to keep my parents busy.
Shh… I chew on pots, too.
This is when I got caught snacking on kat poop.
I’ll do anything for a cookie.
Napping while pappa played holiday music.
This actually isn’t me; it was my foster sister, Paige.
Did I mention I like to chew on stix?
Snacking on a garden apple. Acutally, I stole this out of a salad mamma was making in the kitchen.
I like to play fetch… with water bowls.
The other day, mamma made some beef pho and she gave me an extra piece of bone marrow. I loved it so much I carried it into bed with me at night… just in case the katz wanted to steal it.
Thanks for reading my story. Time to chase katz now.
- Britta the weimaraner
P.S. I like treats. Do you have a dog treat recipe for me? Thanks. xoxo
