First, a big wildfire was started on Tuesday by a lightning strike. It was never close enough for us to be in any danger (there was a lot of land and a freeway between us and the fire), but our air was quite smoky, and Mom and Dad were prompted to come up with a few evacuation plans, based on the amount of time they had to evacuate (the 15-second evacuation plan consisted of: "Get the girls, get the bully sticks, get the hell out of Dodge").
|This was about 2 hours after the fire started - it was much farther away than it looks in this picture.|
In good excitement, the last of our tags came in this week. (If you recall, when Mom was looking for tags for our 'working' collars, she couldn't decide between a few different ones on Etsy, and since they were all so extremely reasonably priced, she got a few tags.)
|This is Abby's. And yes, our Mom really is that much of a geek.|
|And this is mine. Because I like giving kisses. And I like cuddling.|
|Look at that intensity! That focus! That crazed look in her eyes!|
|Abby, the Levitating Hippobottomus|
|Abby, Gumby Dog.|
|Fiona (me), Frisbee Maven!|
|More of Me, the Frisbee Maven!|
|My sister is frisbee-crazy. Or possibly just crazy!|
|But she loves her frisbees!|
|"Hey, Mom! Could you throw my frisbee while Abby is occupied with hers?"|
|"C'mon Mom! Throw the frisbees!"|
|"Does this picture make my schnozz look big?"|
In Abby's defense, Mom is not always a champion-level frisbee thrower, so some of these 'bloopers' are not necessarily Abby's fault. And Abby does make some spectacular catches even when Mom gives her less-than-optimal throws!
|Nice save, Abs!|
|Way to draw in an errant frisbee with your front paws and securing it with the Jaws of Doom!|
And a final comment about our week: we are Happy Dogs!
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus