Our Mom doesn't have a drop of pioneer blood in her (unless you count that ice storm in North Carolina several years ago where Granny and Grandpa had no power for 87 days - or something like that - and they became 'Pioneer Man' and 'Pioneer Woman' with Grandpa chopping wood for their teeny fireplace and hauling water up from their pond, while Granny had to rely on the basement and the cold temperatures to keep her wine cold! Heehee. Just kidding, Granny! We're certain you were spinning thread out of doodle hair and weaving blankets for warmth!), but Abby and I are certain we are descended from the Wild Goldendoodles who rode in the hand carts. (Walk next to them? Are you kidding me?!? Even the Wild Goldendoodles Of Old were ornamental doggies with a sense of entitlement. Pit bulls and other hardy pioneer doggies walked next to the hand carts. Our ancestors rode.)
Anyhoo, we'd like to give a big shout out to all our Utah buddies, including Bert, Goose, and, of course, our buddies Murphy and Stanley, as well as any other Utah friends we may have missed!
We have been celebrating in grand fashion! We've also tolerated Mom dressing us up for 'photo ops'. At least there weren't any cheesy plastic leis involved this time!
|Somebody should tell Abby she doesn't have to look like she's posing for a daguerreotype!|
|How dare you suggest we would have WALKED next to the hand carts? Do we look like working dogs to you?!?|
|Pioneers cooked cheeseburgers, didn't they? We think Pioneer Day should involve a trip to the Magic Cheeseburger Window in honor of our Wild Pioneer Goldendoodle relatives!|
|Abs, I'm pretty sure the Pioneer Goldendoodles didn't have to put up with these silly hats.... I wonder if these hats taste good....|
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus
PeeEss: We don't mean to offend anyone with any of our comments about Pioneer Day, assimilation or Pioneer Man and Pioneer Woman. This is all in good fun!