|Hi. My name is Fiona and I'm pretty.|
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!
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus