Sunday, February 10, 2013

Our weekend, in which I am pretty and we meet a boy

Heehee.  Another good weekend in the books!  We didn't go to doggie class this weekend because some people apparently thought they had a private lesson during the time we were to have our class, and they didn't want to make it a group lesson. (Really!  They must have never met us!   Hmmph!)  We hadn't yet left for class when Mom got the message, and since Mom was a bit under the weather, she didn't mind.  So we stayed home and napped.  And Saturday afternoon I had to go to the v-e-t for my annual visit during which I was told I was pretty (duh... as if I didn't know that already... although it never hurts to hear it from trained professionals).

Hi.  My name is Fiona and I'm pretty.
I also got stuck with a needle (which I didn't really even notice because I was more interested in the people telling me how pretty I am) and I had some stuff stuck up my snooter (which I noticed but quickly ignored because it's much more interesting to have people tell me I am pretty).  When it was all said and done, I am 56 lbs of very healthy prettiness.  Oh and Abby and I got our licenses renewed (although Mom wouldn't let me drive home - what is up with that?) so we are legal for another year.

Today we did our usual morning walkie followed by much frisbee time throughout the day.




Some of the action photos aren't the best, mostly because Mom is throwing the frisbee with one hand while trying to snap the picture, so sometimes the 'focus' isn't always the best.  But you get the idea from these!










Then, on our afternoon walkie, we encountered a boy who was wandering along the street.  When he saw us, he came running up to us, and once Mom decided he wasn't a threat, we all sniffed each other, barked a little, played a little, and continued on.  Mom thought the boy would head back to his house at some point, but he kept running ahead and then running back to us, and even though Mom kept urging him to go home, he stuck with us.  Of course he did.  Who wouldn't want to hang out with two fun-loving 'doodle gals such as ourselves?  When we got to our driveway, instead of continuing on his way, he followed us up the driveway, and when Mom opened the door to the garage, He.Walked. Right. In.  Like he owned the place!


Mom got us upstairs, and came back down to the garage to check out our friend.  It turns out his name is Rambo, and after some treats and some water, Mom found his name tag, and called his owners.  Rambo's family was visiting Park City from elsewhere and were off skiing, with no idea that Rambo had escaped from the house they were staying at.   Needless to say, they were quite happy to hear that we had taken him in, and about 45 minutes later, he was reunited with his Mom.  

However, I have to tell you, I thought Rambo was quite the handsome young chap (apparently he wasn't quite a year old).  And well-mannered, too.  We are very happy that it was easy to get him back to his parents, but we're also happy that we got the chance to spend some time with Rambo the Cutie!


Seriously!  How cute is he?!?

So yeah, it was a great weekend!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

12 comments:

Wyatt said...

Fiona-
You are super cute....Rambo is no dummy! Well done, Rambo!

Wyatt

harrispen said...

You gals sure have fun with your frisbee time. Rambo is lucky to have found you so he could get back to his family.

Millie

rottrover said...

Rambo was all like, "hey those girls are really pretty!"

Bart, Ruby and NG

Sam said...

Rambo was just attracted to your prettiness!

Sam

Frankie Furter and Ernie said...

How could they help butt notice your BEAUTY.

Mitch and Molly said...

Of course Rambo has excellent taste! In your header, you girls are sharing/fighting over a frisbee and in our header, we are sharing/fighting over a tennis ball! How cool is that!

Love ya lots,
Mitch and Molly

Kari in Alaska said...

He must be one cool dude

Stop on by for a visit
Kari
http://dogisgodinreverse.com

Khyra And Sometimes Her Mom said...

I bet he wishes he had a blog so he khould boast about his khonkhwests -

Just sayin'

Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra

georgia little pea said...

Dear Fiona, I am jellus. I don't believe my Dr Dog has ever called me pretty though he has stuck things in and up lots of places several times.

How lucky is Rambo! I hope his humans were suitably grateful X

Dexter said...

Ah, the old toss the object and snap a photo at the same time. Momma is always complaining she needs three hands. I wouldn't mind if she had an extra one if it would keep her from grousing.

Now, of course you are lovely, but it is always nice to hear.

As for the class crasher. Well, I always prefer a group to a private lesson. Way too much attention on me and stressy face for momma in a private lesson. Not to mention she feels like she needs to make at least some eye contact with the trainer which causes her mentals to spiral.

Kisses,
Dexter

Dennis the Vizsla said...

hello fiona its dennis the vizsla dog hay yes of korse yoo ar pretty!!! yore adventcher with yore fownd frend rambo reeminds me of dadas adventcher with a naybor dog naymd luka eksept luka was enormus he lukd more like a rambo than yore rambo did!!! ok bye

Wild Dingo said...

OMD, he IS cute! he looks like a mini-cracker (mini-Loki)... of course i'm partial to those black and tan doggiehs...

glad you looked out for him. you were his angels!