Haircuts and Frisbee Time

Mom thinks she is So Sneaky.  See, on Saturday mornings we always have doggie class at 11am.  So this last Saturday, when Mom loaded us up in the car we figured we were going off to see Jessi the Turkey Hotdog Lady, and get lots of noms.  Imagine our surprise when we ended up at the doggie spa instead!

True, we might have been a little shaggy...

But really, just because we were shaggy and hot and losing our eyeballs, did that really merit pulling us out of doggie class to go to the spa?

Abby and I were NOT impressed with this turn of events.

We're not happy with you, so we're NOT looking at the camera.

We sure showed her, huh?

However, the siren call of the frisbee quickly attracted our attention, and our initial displeasure was soon forgotten.

Okay, so maybe we're more aerodynamic with our haircuts.  And we're cooler, so we can play longer.  So I guess we'll forgive Mom.  Eventually.  After she throws that frisbee a few dozen more times!

Okay, we forgive you.  But don't let it happen again anytime soon!

And now you can see my pretty face!

And even Abby looks a tad less goofy.  A tad.

But seriously, Mom.  Doggie class next week, okay?!?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the (newly shorn) Hippobottomus