First, before we even left the neighborhood (we weren't even off our street yet, actually) was this Mom and her two youngsters.
This Mom and youngsters is not to be confused with Momma Moose and Youngster that showed up in our backyard two mornings ago. I had gone outside to do my morning business, and when I rounded the corner of the house, I ran into a couple of big dogs. Well. One big dog, and one not so big dog. (Note from Fi's Mom: they were not dogs - it was a Mom Moose and her calf - at the time, all my brain registered was 'MOOSE' and trying to gently urge Fi back into the house, as moose and dogs don't mix - particularly mothers with calves...) I just wanted to say hi... Mom is saying how I should be more friendly to other dogs, but apparently these were not the dogs she was talking about. *sheesh* (Second note from Fi's Mom: no pictures of the moose because I about had a heart attack when I saw Fi moving toward the moose - who were (luckily) just sort of loping along, only mildly interested in her. My heart didn't stop racing for ages...)
So, we go on our usual route to The Park With The Pond, and we saw more deer. Mom was snapping pictures, because apparently it is unusual to see deer this time of year - it's a little early for them to be moving to Winter Quarters, so maybe they were all heading to a family reunion?
Anyway, we got to The Park With The Pond, and Mom wasn't even planning on taking pictures because she said (and I quote) "we don't need more pictures that look exactly the same". Huh? You can never have too many pictures of me. Never. They don't sell terabyte memory cards for no reason, you know...
Anyhoo, Mom whipped out the camera as soon as this little mutant ball thief showed up.
A Yorkie. You cannot be serious!
This little terror, terrier was a ball hog, too. Look at this!!!
I mean, the ball has got to be half the size of the dog. Who is he kidding?
Us, apparently... The little terror scared us out of the water, and we headed to the grassy
The hike ended well, though, because we got to see our favorite puppy, Hugo.
We think Hugo is a cutie-patootie. He's a 7 week old American Bulldog, and he is SO CUTE!!!!
I think Abby is sharing puppy secrets with him here...
In spite Dennis' dire warnings of maniacs, we have only experienced a mildly weird day today. How about you?
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy