Report of the Výchrocht’s birthday

We’re busy as heck right now, but I can’t tell you what I’m up to yet. What definitely needs to be recapped, though, is the Bulldog Party aka Výchrochtáři’s 10th birthday. That it was a truly memorable event is reinforced by Hydra’s sweatshirt, which is still undergoing cleansing rituals to make it wearable again anywhere other than in the woods under her jacket. And I was pretty much completely innocent.

We were on time for the event for a change and we even arrived early even though we slept for only four hours because Hydra just had to finish all the backpacks, pillows and bags that were for sale at the French Joy booth. Also, around two o’clock in the morning, to make sure she didn’t run out of things to do, she came up with the idea of making beaded keychains. And since there is absolutely no point in hindering her obsessive creative spirit with some mundane matters like sleeping or packing things, the boy and I resigned ourselves to the fact that we would simply not sleep, not eat and still be in this state the next morning, packing our bags and hoping we hadn’t forgotten anything.

And that’s exactly what the morning was like! The venue was already full of four-legged and two-legged friends. When we arrived, they were all happily snorting and running around. The bipeds were in great mood for scratching, the weather was also like something out of a magazine, so after we dropped off our stuff at the French Joy aunties, we headed to the walking meadow to take care of all the excrement business. On the way back, we stopped at a barbecue for sausage and roasted camembert. And here’s where the memorable thing happened, the first time the boy bit into the sausage, he totally oiled Hydra’s entire sweatshirt from neck to belly. She sat there, frozen in place, not believing her own eyes, how the Traitor had accomplished that. I’m sure all the people who came to greet me didn’t believe their eyes when they saw Hydra in the oily bath. At home, the sweatshirt got 4 wash cycles and then we had to go to the drugstore for grease stain remover and bile soap, as even the jar and powder didn’t get the sausage-oil art down.

Down, however, we felt after the contest for the sausage wreath. For the first time we gave an Olympic performance, but Hydra, not knowing the rules, made the whole course difficult, forgetting what to do and generally just messed it up. By the time we went for the corrective attempt I was fed up as it was clear that the bumb was messing up again and I refused to run through the tunnel so she could see how helpless it is when you have a loser on your team. At least then I taught Miss Lilla to run through the tunnel, who I intend to enter the race with next time instead of Hydra! Eight paws will definitely be better than four paws and two clumsy hooves.

I was, however, the best on the jumps – but they were not in competition!

I also took a Stafford-ish bite out of the trainer’s decoy, jumped over a wooden footbridge and even won a prize in the raffle! Funny thing was, I almost won my own toy that I donated to the cause. What I did best though was drinking from other people’s bowls, begging for treats and gorging myself on celebratory cake. I got that as an apology for the fact that when a girl was putting SPF cream on Traitor’s face, she dropped a walnut-sized pile of cream near her hand and whose head and neck did it splatter on?! Of course it was mine! What a mess! Then the boy also said it was gross when the girl wiped the cream off me, which looked like pigeon poop, and applied it to the back of Traitor’s neck with my fur, which he absolutely hates. So suddenly all three of us were greasy but happy.

It was a perfect Saturday and it could easily be like this every Saturday or at least every second one! Thank you to everyone who stopped by and scratched me, if you tagged us on Instagram we apologize as we still don’t see the tagging and therefore we are “not responding”. Feel free to shoot us a PM tho. And thank you so much to everyone who donated to Bulldogs in need and bought some of my stuff. We were completely shocked that all the backpacks were sold about an hour after the event started. And all in all, we only had three leashes and two keychains left from all the items brought in. Thank you and we look forward to the next event!