Rumblin' with the Hippobottomus

First of all, I am not ashamed of being called "Puddin' Head". It's not like I'm being called "Abacus" or something... ;-)

You may (or may not) have noticed that the alien mutant pod puppy monster my dear, sweet sister and I have not had any WDWC (World Dog Wrestling Championship) match-ups as of late. This is totally Mom's fault. Up until a couple of days ago it has been blistering hot (we're in the mountains; 90 degrees is searing), and as a result, so says Mom the backyard has been really dusty, and because certain dogs who shall remain nameless *cough*Abby*cough* end up rolling around in the dirt, Mom has been complaining about the amount of dust that we bring in after my little sister gets schooled a friendly bout of bitey-face in the back yard. *sheesh* So we get a little dusty. What's the problem?

Anyhoo, Mom nixed outdoor bitey face. I told her that I have the ASPCA's number on speed-dial, and that I'm not afraid to use it; Mom had the nerve to tell me that she didn't think my call would be 'high priority'. Whatever...

However, it was rainy and cold and icky and damp a couple of days ago, and Mom decreed that it was okay for us to go back to our bitey-facing. It's about time, lady. Thanks, Mom!

Let the games begin!


Let's just say that the youngster may be a hippobottomus, but she's no match for me!

On land, at least... I'll give her the water...


But hippobottomuses are NOT land animals...

I am a gazelle.

Whereas the Hippobottomus, is, well, not so much...

Oh, and here's a symptom of Puppy Brain Syndrome; the little mutant spent about 20 minutes trying to decide which of the two balls she should pick up... Will she ever grow up?!? *sheesh*

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Pod Puppy

A Rose By Any Other Name...?

Okay. So we've established that my mutant puppy sister is really an alien pod puppy. We'll just leave it at that for a while. She is what she is, and if, some night, she sucks out our brains in the middle of the night, you'll know what happened. I'm just saying....

So on to other things. Ignore that sucking sound... I haven't really talked about it much, but Mom and Dad tend to call both of us by names other than our given names. For example, I don't think I've actually been called 'Fiona' in ages; Mom and Dad always call me 'Fi'. Or 'Fi-bert'. Or 'Bert'. Or 'Fi-sters'. And 'Fi-sters-beasters'. Even 'Fi-Bertonius'. Don't ask me. Mom is weird. I'm also called 'Puddin'head' (apparently too much reading of Mark Twain goes on in this house), 'The Daughter Head' (in tribute to TaiChi - I have assumed the mantle of daughter-headedness), and 'Fi-Brain'.

And all of this is fine with me. As for Abby? She's called all sorts of things, many of which I can even repeat here. She's called 'Scrabby', or 'Scrabs'. Or 'Scrabacus' (like Spartacus - once she's called Scrabacus, then there are usually repetitions of "No, I'm Scrabacus, no I'm Scrabacus"). Sometimes even 'Scrab-apple'. Or 'Bed Hog'. She's also 'Muffinhead'. Certainly 'Monster Tuchus' and 'Lard Tuchus' are thrown about. But the latest is probably the funniest. Mom and Dad have been calling her 'Hippo-bottomus' because she's, well, she's big-boned ah, plump, erm, full-figured.

Hippo-bottomus. HAHAHA!

*ahem*

But here's a visual for you. See my petite rumpus and her, ah, more ample rumpus? Hippo-bottumus indeed!

Heehee.

Um. So. Yeah. We had a great time at The Little Park today (it was super windy, and so we didn't make it to the Park With The Pond).






On a final, kind of unrelated note, Mom is wondering about this freak of nature she saw today. She knows all about Cerebus, the multi-headed dog, but is a little uncertain what sort of beast has one head and two bodies....

I think that monster looks an awful lot like a......

(you guessed it..!)

A HIPPO-BOTTOMUS!!!!!

Heehee. (Sorry. I couldn't resist. Heehee.)

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Pod Puppy

Abducted by aliens?

Okay. I am not blind. I know that the mutant puppy is getting bigger. But there is No. Way. that this cute little fluffy puppy:

is the same dog with whom I (reluctantly) share my tennis balls:


Seriously. How could this, my (admittedly) cute little sister:

POSSIBLY be this:

I think aliens abducted my cute little puppy sister, and replaced her with this, this, Thing. I may have to ask Dennis to look into this for me, because my real sister isn't even 9 months old yet. There is no way that that thing in Dad's arms is my sister. I think she's a pod-doggie or something.

In the meantime, I will be forced to continue to play fetch with this alien abductee....


I'll be scanning the skies to see if the aliens will be bringing my REAL sister back...

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Abductee

Wordless Wednesday

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

I'm Ba-ack

Hi everybody! I'm back!

Yes, I was gone, thanks for noticing! *grin* Of course you missed me. I know it!

*ahem*

This weekend Mom and Dad had a big car race in Pocatello (aka 'Pocatato'), Idaho. This race is called Summerfast, and is a Big Deal, because three regions (Utah, Eastern Idaho and the Snake River Regions) all get together to compete against one another for bragging rights and a big trophy. Because this is a 2 day event, we took the House With Wheels up.

The drive up to Pocatato is about 3 hours, and so Abby and I spent a lot of time getting comfortable. We tried the time-tested yin-and-yang position first.

And then we got bored and started wandering around a bit. Here, Abby has clearly done something wrong, because she's looking REALLY guilty. Maybe she farted. Heehee.

My sister's lard butt makes for a very good pillow...


And here I am preparing to move into a more comfortable location.

Heh.

Mom's lap is WAY more comfy than the floor! See, I am so a lap dog!

Anyhoo, we made it up to Idaho and Abby and I got tons of attention and front row seats spent a lot of time snoozling while Mom and Dad were driving and working, and not taking pictures of us (or themselves, apparently). Seriously. This is the only picture they got of us all weekend!

But don't worry, we actually got a bunch of attention. On Saturday it was about eleventy-billion degrees out, and since Uncle Charlie and Aunt Linda didn't want their kids to turn into piles of cinders in front of their eyes, the kids came into the air-conditioned House With Wheels, and pulled out all sorts of toys for us, and kept us quite entertained. But did anyone get any pictures of this? Of course not.

Mom and Dad were either racing or working all weekend long, so they didn't get any pictures of themselves (or anyone else - but I'll get to that in a second) either, so Abby and I don't feel quite so neglected.

Anyhoo. Speaking of eleventy-billion degrees, apparently most of Idaho was on fire. The race was held at the Pocatello Regional Airport, which is also (apparently) a base for fire control, and this plane was flying in and out all weekend long.

The only reason Mom got this picture is because they had to stop the race every time a plane went by. There was also this really cool 'Sky Crane' that was helping to fight the fire. It actually landed, near the race course, but Mom didn't have her camera on her at the time, due to the whole racing/working thing... The haze in the pictures is actually from the smoke from the fire(s).

There was even a Coast Guard Jayhawk helicopter than landed (but again, Mom didn't have her camera).

So, some pictures of the race. Mom didn't get any. However, one of the racers is a photographer, and took some pictures of some of the cars (not the one Mom and Dad were driving, however...). So, with credit and many thanks to Chuck Bissey for the pictures from the race.

Here is a Utah car - a C Prepared car (called the 'heavy metal class' because of the muscle cars that are used to make the cars that race in this class). Nice braking there!

And here is a car that Mom was quite fond of. Until she heard it run. Or didn't hear it, as the case may be. It is a Tesla, which is an electric car - which means no 'vroom-vroom' noises. And apparently Mom needs to be able to hear the engine to know what she's doing. Yeah, I have no idea what that means, either. I think it's a pretty car!

And here are a couple other of the fast cars that were out there.

Above is a Utah driver, and below is a Pocatello driver. Both were quite speedy!

I just like this next picture, even though something looks fundamentally wrong....

Anyhoo, despite not having any pictures, Mom and Dad had a great time, and after two days of racing, over a hundred drivers, about a bazillion runs, and all sorts of mathematical slights-of-hand (done by the Pocatello people, BTW - it's not like Mom was using her 'statistical mathematics' to manipulate results...), when it came down to it, Utah Region and Eastern Idaho Region (Pocatello) were tied, and they had to take 21st place on the 2nd day to break the tie. And guess who happened to be in the 21st place, and who was the tie-breaker? Yep. You guessed it! Dad! So, Dad won the big trophy (of which we have no pictures), for Utah!!!! Go Dad!!! (Even though we have no pictures of you!)

Despite the lack of pictures, Mom and Dad had a ball. After the racing was all done yesterday, we got all packed up, and drove back home. We got home about 9pm last night and everyone (except Abby, who is suffering from serious case of Puppy Brain) was exhausted. Mom and Dad were still quite tired today (this racing stuff seems to wear them out), but they did take us on a walk today, and the evil pond troll nice Animal Control officer wasn't there, so we got to go swimming.

And we also got in some 'illegal' off-leash fetch time. Because we are rebels without a clue like that.

Me, doing my own zoomies!

We are such law breakers!!!

BTW, now that we are back, I'll make sure Mom helps me catch up on all the bloggies!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy