Mom and Dad took us on a hike yesterday (Mom only got minimal pictures - she promises to do better next time).
After the hike we stopped by the vet. I had to have my heartworm test done (I'm fine - Mom just likes to check once a year, even though we get heartworm meds regularly - she figures you can never be too safe) and Mom and Dad decided to get us weighed.
Me? I'm a lean, mean (okay, maybe not so mean) 57 pounds. Go me!
But my crazy monster sister? She's 46 pounds. 46?!? Hello! She's only 6 months old (well, not quite - she'll be 6 months in another week). I think Mom and Dad got a mutant puppy when they got this one. Hey. They used to test nuclear bombs in Utah. A mutant puppy could totally happen.
Needless to say, there has been much mutant puppy wrangling going on....
Oh crap. This mutant puppy is a MONSTER.
Good thing I'm quite elastic!
In other excitement, Flat Brutus has been spending some quality time with us. He hasn't made it on any hikes with us because it's been windy, and well, Flat Brutus is a bit of a lightweight, and Mom didn't want to lose him.
However, he got to frolic in the snow that we had at the beginning of the week. Yeah. Really. Snow.
And he's been dipping into the treats....
But he's easy-going, and a good guy to hang out with.
Mom and Dad have a local autocross on Monday; Abby (aka Mutant Puppy) and I will be staying home with Jessi, The Woman Who is Training Mom to Feed Us Turkey Hotdogs, but it sounds like Flat Brutus is going to get to go for some 'ride-alongs'. Mom promises to get pictures!
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy