What have we been up to lately?

Well, we've had to give Mom a severe talking to about her responsibilities as our publicity manager.  Frankly, she's been slacking, and she needed to know that her work "needs improvement."  She has promised that she'll be better, but, well, we'll not going to hold our collective breaths.  But we're going to cut her some slack, as her duties at the Great Kibble Provider are important, too.  Where else would we get our kibble, and treats, and bully sticks, and whatnot?

Anyhoo, beyond berating Mom, we haven't been doing too much.  We didn't have doggie class this weekend because Petco was doing their vaccination thingy, and apparently it was thought classes would add to the chaos, ah, make a busy day more hectic.  So, we spent a lot of time biteying each other, because that really never gets old...

 

Sisterly love at its finest!

Mom is muttering something about "demon dogs".  We have No Idea what she's talking about.

Good, old-fashioned bitey-face!

"Gotcha this time, Rat-Butt!"

Seriously.  We could do that all day long.  It never gets old!  Of course, we also got in some frisbee time.

 

The usual stuff.  With one exception.  Our dinner was LATE Saturday night.  Mom and Dad had gone "bye-sickle-ing" and didn't get home until 30 minutes after supper time.  Sure, they are allowed to do some stuff on their own, occasionally, but when these activities delay OUR dinner, it is completely unacceptable.  All I can say is that if Mom and Dad continue with this "bye-sickle-ing" it Better Not interfere with our dinner time.  Just saying...

Today we did have a little more excitement (but our dinner arrived on time, so it's all ok).  Mom was getting ready to go grocery shopping and thought we would enjoy a little pre-shopping frisbee time.  (Um, yeah.)  So she took us outside, and we encountered a moose.  In our yard.  I wanted to go up and say hello (I'm friendly that way) but Abby suggested that a young male moose might not be interested in making friends (Really? The nerve!), and we should hustle ourselves back in.  So back in we went.

And Mr. Moose proceeded to make himself comfortable.

At one point we thought he had moved on to snowier pastures, only to discover that he had gone up on the hillside.  He came back down several minutes later and plopped himself down in one of our few remaining patches of snow (no pictures, as we could only see him through the kitchen window and Mom can't get good photos through the windows).

Mr. Moose clearly planned on settling in, so Mom packed us up in the car, and took us down to a trail near the house.  The hiking trails are still pretty muddy, so we went on a 'multi-use trail' that borders the freeway for a little bit before going into the mountains.  Mom thought it was pretty funny that the nature we all enjoy (which includes Mr. Moose) forced us to walk on a paved path by the freeway.

Whatever, Mom.  Enough with the ironic moments - let's get moving - a walk is a walk!

When we got home, Mr. Moose had moved on, and we got on with our regularly scheduled activities (including dinner served at the regular time).  Have a great week, everyone!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

In Case You Hadn't Noticed....

I'm pretty!  Just ask my Mom!

And my sister is goofy.  (But I'll bet you already knew that...)

Which makes us pretty goofy together!  Heehee.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Winter? Spring?

Mom was pulling some pictures off the camera from this last week.  We're a little confused as to what season it is, but it doesn't really matter as long as the frisbees are flying!

Welcome to April in Utah!  (Also known as Mud Season.)

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Our Week In Frisbees

Mom had big-time sickies this weekend (she's better now, but we were *thisclose* to taking her to the vet - we don't trust those human doctors...), so no doggie class for us, and no other big excitements.  Thus, we give you our week in frisbees.  You'll notice we started off the week with snow, and ended with mud.

Check out my Jaws of Frisbee Doom!

Lookit our snow!

Welcome to Mud Season!

"Hey Abby!  It's right above you!"

Perfect technique!

Have a good week!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Oue Weekend

Where to start?

Well... Mom decided this weekend would be the Perfect Time to cut our hairs.  Apparently, some of us were getting a little "shaggy".

I have no idea who she could be talking about.

Not me.  It must be Abby she was talking about.

Clearly Abby is the shaggy one.

And it's been quite warm (and all of our snow is melting), so Mom thought "we'd be more comfortable" with hair cuts.  

"We're suffering severe snow melt, and you want to add insult to injury by giving us haircuts, too?!?"

   
So Mom did the whole brushing, bathing, drying thing (at least I got to air-dry this time, as opposed to Mom using her evil air blower thingy that sounds suspiciously like an evil Vacula machine...) and then went straight in to the hair cutting thing.

"Smile all you want, Mom.  You're not the one having her tootsies tickled with a clipper."

Being all energetic-like, Mom groomed both of us in one day.  (Which might explain why Abby looks like she has leprosy.  Ok... Maybe not leprosy - she's just a bit uneven in spots.  But a man on a fast horse wouldn't notice, so why should we care?  Right?!?)

Nekkid doodles.

Once we were sufficiently nekkid, Abby and I went out and wrestled in the mud.  Because seriously, what is better than nekkid doodle mud wrestling?!?

 

And we wrestled in our diminishing snow because, well, we can!

So now we are all nekkid-like.  And, we might possibly be more comfortable.  But we wouldn't dare tell Mom that and let her think we actually approved of this whole grooming nonsense.  Heehee!

In addition to being made nekkid, we went to doggie class, and did our usual crazy doggie class stuff.

"Hi!  My name's Abby.  I perform circus tricks for cheese."

"Just another sighting of your friendly, neighborhood Fi-ster Bunny!"

"We hope everyone had a great Fi-ster!"

We were guinea pigs for dog trainers-in-training.

And Mom showed that she, too, could be made to perform tricks when bits of cheese were proffered.

So that was our weekend.  How was yours?

*kissey face*
-Fiona the Fi-ster Bunny and Abby the Hippobottomus