Another Week with my Radio Telescope while Abby has Fun

Yep.  I am still working with the SETI Institute, using my radio telescope to contact Abby's Mother Ship to see if they will come pick her up and take her back to whatever planet she came from search the skies for signs of intelligent life.

"Fi to Mother Ship.  Come in, Mother Ship.  Please come pick up Abby.  Message repeats."

*sigh*

However, I have a vet appointment on Wednesday, and if all goes as planned, I will have my stitches removed and I can stop being part of the northern-most radio dish in the Very Large Array.

In the meantime, Abby has been having all sorts of funballs times.  Without me, I might add.  *double sigh* She went to the Dog Park With The Pond (without me) and met up with Murphy and Stanley!!!  There was much Doodle-craziness (of which I was not a part....).  But they all seemed to have a good time.

Abby and Murphy preparing for full tennis ball swimmie action.

"C'mon, Murph!  There are more tennis balls where these came from!"

Stanley, protecting the swimmers from unidentified floating objects!

Abby and Murphy, enjoying the pond while keeping an eye out for sea monsters!

Loch Ness Doodle!

Emerging from the water like the Lady of the Lake.

Zoomies with Stanley

Dog park action!

Abby has also been engaged in many zoomie-related activities...

And she's had general tennis ball action...

Ear flappage!

 

AND, on top of all of THAT funballs stuff, she had another doggie class, without me.  Are you noticing a pattern here?  Yuh, all of us scientists searching for intelligent extraterrestrial life are stuck at home while the goofballs of the world go off and do fun stuff.

Practicing her camouflage skills.

Performing a balancing act in the shade.

Two happy campers!  Jessi, the turkey hotdog lady, really is wonderful.  And will be more wonderful when I get to see her!

Checking out the fire equipment.

And this ginormous truck.

She also got to go to World Market and go furniture shopping...

"Mom, I like this futon!"

Very funny.  Or it would be, if I had my reading glasses so I could read this.

Thanks for reading this to me, Jessi!

Hanging out!

Luckily, all this activity has resulted in a very worn-out Hippobottomus.  And as we all know, a tired Hippobottomus is a good Hippobottomus.

Have a great week!  Hopefully this time next week, I will be suture-free and having as much fun as Abby!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus