Wordless Wednesday: MMA Edition

*kissey, erm bitey face*

-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

So... Where were we?

Mom has been "between computers" as she is moving stuff from her "old, wonky" computer to a "new, non-wonky" computer, so she's been WA-AY behind in helping me follow bloggies and things. She promises that we'll get back on track soon. Which means when she actually has some time...

*ahem*

Anyhoo. Last weekend we were back out at the historic Wendover Airfield for a two-day autocross. It may be an historic airfield, known for being one of the prime test-flight sites for the Enola Gay before she went off for her historic flight, but it is still also an active military base (here is a current helicopter landing next to the Enola Gay's hangar; Mom was warned by the airport people not to get too close to the helicopters as [and Mom quotes] "they can shoot you").

We took the House With Wheels out to Wendover, and were totally captivated by the Utah desert.

Or not...


Dad was running the event, and Mom was helping him, so they didn't get a ton of pictures (where 'ton' means 'any'). Mom got a couple pictures of Dad setting the course (he's in the truck, I promise!)

Since it was pretty hot out, Abby and I just hung out in the air conditioning while Mom and Dad did their thing. (Mom has a picture of the two of us hanging out together, but for some reason it keeps posting it sideways, so you just get me!)

The helicopters hung around all weekend, and Mom was captivated by them (especially when they did fly-bys).

A bunch of the Army guys got rides in the autocross course, but apparently, they weren't allowed to return the favor and give us rides in the helicopters!

Mom and Dad seemed to think it was pretty cool to have the helicopters flying around, and since they didn't buzz the House With Wheels, it was all fine with us.

Mom and Dad raced the Miata both days. Mom was driving really well on Sunday, but the car developed "technical difficulties" (because we've had so many car races in a row, there were a number of cars that were experiencing technical difficulties by the end of the weekend), so she and Dad (and Uncle Charlie, who came out just for Sunday) only raced half day. Frankly, Mom and Dad were worn out from running the event that I don't think they minded too much. (Dad drove well both days, but he always drives well, so it pretty much goes without saying!)

So, despite the 'technical difficulties', and all the fun, I think they had fun!

Anyhoo, we came back Sunday afternoon, and Abby and I spent several days frolicking in the yard.

Uh-oh. She's still looking like my Evil Twin....
After a week of beating up on each other frolicking together and walks and stuff, Mom and Dad had another autocross, this time at the E Center, in Salt Lake City. Because it was supposed to be another hot day, and it was just a one day event, Abby and I stayed home with Jessi (the lady who is teaching Mom to feed us turkey hotdogs) while Mom and Dad went off to do their thing.

Dad was chairing this event, too (it's a long story, but there aren't a lot of people in the region who can actually run events, and so the bulk of the events fall on a couple of people), so Mom and Dad got up at the crack of dawn and Abby and I went back to sleep left us.

Before the truck and trailer showed up (that has all the stuff for setting the course), Dad and one of the other 'regulars' drove the guy's car around the parking lot to get an idea of the kind of course he would set.

Dad then did the course setting thing.

While Dad was doing that, Uncle Charlie was getting the Car of The Day ready. The two main cars are being worked on, so Uncle Charlie decided to dust off (literally - it has been in our garage for a couple of years now, doubling as a shelf) his old 1989 Corvette.

Pretty, huh?

For a car that has been shelved for 8 years, and tires that were unused, but 6 years old, it did really well. Apparently the car has a ridiculous amount of horsepower, and everyone had a great time in it. Uncle Charlie was 3rd in raw time, Dad was 10th, Aunt Linda was 11th, and Mom was 20th, but was less than 1.5 seconds behind Linda, which, on a 60 second course, is good for Mom. And they all had fun.

Abby and I had a great time frolicking in the mountains (and not cooking down in Salt Lake!).

Holy double-vision, Batman! Heehee!

So. It was a good weekend all around! And I think we're all caught up now!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday

Mom's computer has been "going wonky" (I have no idea what that means, other than that she's probably been reading 'Jabberwocky' lately) so she hasn't been doing much posting lately. She's in the process of getting the computer "sorted out" so we should be back to our regular posts soon. In the meantime, here's a picture of my Evil Twin. (Mom will post about the Human Zoomie weekend later...)

But don't worry - it's not all sweetness and jellybeans...


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

Of Haircuts and Evil Twins and Things

*Warning* This post contains pictures of totally naked doggies. (And I can't wait to see what the google visitor stats do with that phrase!) For those of you who may be offended by naked dogs, consider yourself warned.

*ahem*

Mom decided that it was time to get our summer cuts. We have another weekend of human zoomies (autocross) in Wendover, and it is supposed to be in the 80s, and we were getting a little woolly, so Mom hauled us off to the groomers. We leave for Wendover tomorrow, and today was the first day since Abby got filleted spayed that she could have a bath, so today was groomer day.

Woo. Hoo.

Somehow, after the groomer, the Mutant Puppy Monster and I have ended up looking like twins. What is up with that?!?

Seriously. When did that happen?

Mom has decided that she can no longer control the evil Puppy Monster keep Abby at a low activity level, and so after the groomer, she let us go back to our regular friendly interaction.

Who's on top? I can't tell who I am in this picture....

Oh yeah. I'm the one on top with the leg in my mouth...

Who is this Mini-Me, and why is she attacking me? What has happened to the little thing Mom and Dad brought home?

This thing above is my sister. Not this thing:

Oh crap.

I've got an evil twin!


But, there is one thing about having an Evil Twin; she will go along with just about anything...


And I've got her trained to look innocent (as best she can, anyway) when needed....

Who, us? What did we do?!?


Heehee!

So yeah, we are pretty much 'naked' for summer. It's nice and comfy, and we are streamlined - which makes for most excellent zoomies!


And that's what it's all about, right?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby my Evil Twin the Mutant Puppy

Ho-Hum

Okay, well first, I should say that the Super Top Secret exciting stuff is probably only Super Exciting to some of us. It's not like we are getting a new little sister (although I wish we could get one who would chew on Abby's tail...)

This one is cute, but she's already taken! Which is probably a good thing, because I think Mom would take her in a heartbeat!

And Mom didn't indulge herself and go buy a new Mustang GT500 (as much as she may have wanted to)...

She's going to wait until she sells her first book, and then she'll go buy one!!! Of course, she has to finish writing said first book, first, but that's just a minor detail...Heehee!

But, the Super Top Secret excitement has to wait for another day.

In the meantime, if you recall, my Mutant Puppy sister got spayed last Monday (a week ago), so we haven't been able to engage in our backyard MMA adventures...

Actually, it was raining up until yesterday, so we engaged in a little surreptitious indoor wrestling. Surreptitious because Abby is supposed to be engaging in 'minimal activity' through this week. Uh-huh. She's a 6 month old Mutant Puppy. They don't make drugs strong enough to keep her down.

She is supposed to be doing this:

And instead, she's looking for ways to get into trouble...

I know she looks all innocent like (and yes, she's milking the 'oh-poor-me' look...), but trust me, she's anything but...

First, I would like to say that I am a Super Tolerant sister.

Seriously. If that isn't tolerance it's me a split-second away from biting her mutant head off I don't know what is.

Do you see what I put up with?!?

And my only retaliation is to post unflattering pictures of her on the internets. Heehee.

However, the last couple of days have been nice, and Mom and Dad are back to taking us on walks on the local 'multi-use' trails. Because while Abby is supposed to limit her activity, she is only supposed to limit activity that involved biting/jumping on/harassing her much wiser and more beautiful older sister. Apparently long walks are OK. And since the vet knows Abby, they are also strongly encouraged. Heh.

First, Dennis, we've been checking out real estate for you, since you are all ready to get your Dad to buy you a house that backs on to the trail. I think this one would suit you perfectly:

It's only about 30,000 square-feet, but it should be large enough for you to race around in, while still providing Trouble with living quarters that will meet her exacting standards. I think the place even has a special Cheese Storage Room. At least that's what I think it said on the description. I will get you the realtor's name/number if you'd like.

Here's the multi-use trail being used buy multitudes...

Brutus, I would like you to notice the blue skies in these photos. I know you aren't familiar with such things, so I thought you should be able to at least see pictures of non-rainy skies!

Anyway, at least the 4.5 mile walks each day help take the edge of Mutant Puppy's ridiculous amount of energy.

Is it me, or does my Mutant Puppy Sister have an unnaturally large tongue?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy