Just a quick post here; Mom thought we were getting a bit wooly and
dragged us off encouraged us to enjoy a spa day.
|Who ya calling 'wooly'?|
Okay, so we're a wee bit less wooly now. And apparently Mom is much happier that we are not roasting in our dog suits. Something about now she doesn't have to turn on the air conditioner when it's 60 degrees out. I have no idea what she's talking about.
Anyhoo, after the haircuts, Abby and I enjoyed some frisbee time.
Some of us even managed to catch the frisbee.
While others of us were, apparently, just going for style points.
No, she didn't catch it, but she did actually manage to land on her feet. Which is kind of amazing given that at least one of her feet is at head-level when this photo was taken. And yes, she really IS all legs like that.
-Fiona and Abby the (flying) Hippobottomus