Showing posts with label The Park With The Pond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Park With The Pond. Show all posts

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Another day...

So today was yet another 5 mile hike, a swim in the pond (for those of the hippobottomus persuasion, a wade for the rest of us), a little misbehaving (it was Abby's fault, I swear!) and some tennis ball chasing. Oh, and some doggies (who weren't us).

We started off on our usual trail...

Curiously, the parking lot for the trail access has this sign:

What are we supposed to do? Levitate from the car to the trail? Have Mom and Dad carry us? Needless to say, Abby piddles as close to the sign as she can....

Moving on...

While it has been nippy at night lately (in the high 30s!), it has been just perfect during the day. So, off we go into the wild blue yonder...

Being the good, well-trained dog that I am, I obey all traffic signs...

We made it to The Park With The Pond, and were happy to discover that there were no evil trolls nice Animal Control officers there, and the pond was all ours!

We usually have two tennis balls in play; one for the Hippobottomus, so she can go do her long-range swims, while I play in the shallows.

But for some reason probably because she suffers from acute Puppy Brainitis that is unknown to me, she didn't go after one of the balls that Dad "threw deep" for her.

If you biggify that picture, you can see how she's totally ignoring the ball that Dad threw her. And so Dad threw a second ball for her. A second ball?!?

So, feeling totally neglected, I thought that if I took the initiative and went down to the grassy field, I'd have my own tennis ball time. Abby decided to come with me. Because I'm her hero. Apparently, Dad was Not So Keen on me deciding that it was time to change venues...

So, we got marched back up to the pond, and I was made to lie down while Abby got in a little more swimming time. Why is it that the older sibling always gets blamed? This was SO Abby's fault. If she hadn't left her tennis ball in the pond, leaving us with just one tennis ball, I wouldn't have been bored and taken off...

So I had to sit while Abby went chasing after the one remaining tennis ball.

Oh, wait. Wrong picture. Here we go. Hey, it's a mistake ANYONE could make... Heehee!

After the "appropriate" amount of time with the hippobottomus doing her thing, we finally went down to the field so I could do my thing.

Although Dad still thought that I needed to "behave". What about Pod Puppy?

I'm telling ya' - the youth of today can get away with anything...

But unlike Abby, I actually share and let her get the ball sometimes...

But at the end of the day, I am Queen of The Land!

Especially since I'm nowhere near as goofy-looking!

Then it was time to head back. On the way back, we met a bunch of other doggies, some of whom Mom actually got pictures of...

This girl actually waited for us...

So, of course, we had to say hi...

Her sister came up and said hi, too.

Abby is a bit, erm, shameless when she meets new doggies, but I'll give you the PG photo...

I'll leave the rest to your imagination... Sheesh. I don't know where the girl learns these things!

So. Yeah. Um. We saw some other doggies, too, but Mom wasn't as quick on the draw with the camera, so no photos. Until we passed this hound, who has a front-row seat for all the traffic on the trail. He barked. We barked. All was good.

And then we went home, where there may or may not have been some bitey-face action...

So, just another day at the office! ;-)

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Rumblin' with the Hippobottomus

First of all, I am not ashamed of being called "Puddin' Head". It's not like I'm being called "Abacus" or something... ;-)

You may (or may not) have noticed that the alien mutant pod puppy monster my dear, sweet sister and I have not had any WDWC (World Dog Wrestling Championship) match-ups as of late. This is totally Mom's fault. Up until a couple of days ago it has been blistering hot (we're in the mountains; 90 degrees is searing), and as a result, so says Mom the backyard has been really dusty, and because certain dogs who shall remain nameless *cough*Abby*cough* end up rolling around in the dirt, Mom has been complaining about the amount of dust that we bring in after my little sister gets schooled a friendly bout of bitey-face in the back yard. *sheesh* So we get a little dusty. What's the problem?

Anyhoo, Mom nixed outdoor bitey face. I told her that I have the ASPCA's number on speed-dial, and that I'm not afraid to use it; Mom had the nerve to tell me that she didn't think my call would be 'high priority'. Whatever...

However, it was rainy and cold and icky and damp a couple of days ago, and Mom decreed that it was okay for us to go back to our bitey-facing. It's about time, lady. Thanks, Mom!

Let the games begin!


Let's just say that the youngster may be a hippobottomus, but she's no match for me!

On land, at least... I'll give her the water...


But hippobottomuses are NOT land animals...

I am a gazelle.

Whereas the Hippobottomus, is, well, not so much...

Oh, and here's a symptom of Puppy Brain Syndrome; the little mutant spent about 20 minutes trying to decide which of the two balls she should pick up... Will she ever grow up?!? *sheesh*

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Pod Puppy

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

No Swimming!!!

Oooh, I am SO IRRITATED. Mom and Dad took us on our usual walk, and because it has been hot, Abby and I were both REALLY looking forward to our dip in the pond. The Mutant Puppy, being a bit of a "full-figured" gal (okay, so she's bigger than I am... Fine. I've said it. Are you happy now, Monster Tuchus? Maybe Mom will let me call you 'Lard Butt' now... No, Fi, I won't let you call her 'Lard Butt'. Only your father and I can call her 'Lard Butt'. You can use 'Big Doofus' however, if that makes you happy. Yes, it does. Thanks, Mom.) Um. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Abby tends to get hot on these walks (because it is hot out, and all, and despite her abnormally large tongue, she is not able to cool herself off through panting), and she REALLY looks forward to her dip in the pond.

But when we got there....

Oooh. The horror of it all. Young doggies and those of you with squeamish dispositions should NOT look at the next picture.

ANIMAL CONTROL?!?!?!?! Apparently they have actually changed their name to 'Animal Care & Control'. Uh-huh. Like that will cover up the fact that these are the people who haul alleged miscreants off to the clink. I. Don't. Think. So. These people are evil. But I won't even get in to that. But the stories I could tell you....

We are all licensed and up-to-date on everything, and were on leashes (like we are supposed to be - Park City has a leash law that is rarely enforced... This was one of those rare times, I guess...), so Dad made all nice like and asked the evil troll nice animal control officer if we could go swimming. We got a resounding 'NO'.

No?!?

Look at the beautiful pond. All cool. And wet.

And empty. Nary a swimming doggie in sight.

Not even our longing looks could sway the evil troll nice animal control officer protecting the lake.

Dad... Are you sure we can't go swimming?


We would have blown raspberries at the evil troll nice animal control officer, but we were too hot.


Evil troll from Trollville. *ahem*

Anyhoo, so the closest we got to water at the park was this:

*sigh* Notice how we are all law-abiding with our collars and leashes and things. And we still couldn't go swimming. *sheesh*

However, there is another, smaller park on the way back from the Park With The Pond that is guarded by the Evil Troll and Dad threw tennis balls for us there, so we could at least run around a bit. Which sort of made up for not swimming, but not really, because we were both pretty hot....

I let Monster Tuchus get the ball sometimes because, well, the poor thing was REALLY disappointed about the complete lack of swimming in our day. And look at her. She was HOT!

In a goofy-looking sort of way.

But at least we got some "illegal" off-leash tennis-ball-chasing time.

But no swimming. We are most distressed. I hope that this is just a one-time thing, and not something that is going to continue on for a while. Because Mom and Dad will have to find us a different pond that isn't blocked by an evil troll.
Don't we look distressed? And forlorn. And hot? Evil troll people.

*sigh* However, Mom says that there are some Big Adventures coming up, so maybe that will help us get over this drastic disappointment, cruelly inflicted upon us by evil trolls. However, I have seen some ladders around the house, and I don't like booming and banging, so I am not sure what she means...


Hmmm.... I'm not sure this is a good thing. Unless I can bark at the people on the ladders. And then I guess it could be okay.

*(dry) kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby, the non-swimming sisters

Disclaimer: This particular bloggie post does not reflect the opinions of me or anyone in this household. This bloggie reflects the opinions of that German Shepherd down the street who is always trying to make us look bad.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My sister is SUCH a doofus!

Seriously. My sister is a doofus. You know how we go on these walkie-swimming-hikey things every day, right? And you know how my sister is this super swimmer, right? Well, she's great, up until it is time for her to leave the water with the ball. Let me explain.

We are all attentive-like, waiting for the balls to be thrown in the water. C'mon, Dad.

And we're both good when it comes to going after our respective tennis balls.

And the wee beastie swims like the Loch Ness Monster....


But as soon as she gets close to shore, she Drops The Ball. Seriously. Here she's got the ball...

And here she is two seconds later. Look at her and then look by her feet. That would be the tennis ball.


Look at this video. Do you notice how she looks around, trying to find the ball she just dropped? And you wonder why I say my sister is a doofus. *sheesh*



For those of you who are getting this bloggie by pee-mail, here is the direct link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z2bYiW14ZM

For those of you who can't see the video, here's a photo sequence. She's coming to land, and she's got the ball. Sort of.

Ooops... Not so much, now. Look closely in the grass and you can still see the ball.

And now? 'Where did it go, George'?

Oh, wait. That's the wrong picture. Here we go! *grin*

At least some of us can hold on to our tennis balls...

And speaking of tennis balls, we seem to be pretty popular at the water park. Everyone seems to want to play with our balls. If I knew how to include music, I'd cue an AC/DC song right now.... Heehee.

*ahem*


Anyhoo. Moving on. At the water park, there is also a big grassy area, and so when we are done with the water part of things, we move to the grass, so that those of us who have Mad Land Skillz can have our fun, too.

Because the tennis balls are still wet from the pond, they throw off water as they fly through the air.

Pretty cool, huh?

It seems to amuse the humans, anyway. Me? I just wanted to chase them!

Good times!!!

I would post more pictures of our adventures today, but the internet is being cranky and Mom is muttering a lot of HBO words, so I think I should quit while I'm ahead... So I'll leave you with just a couple more pictures. The first is my doofus sister being a doofus (as if you couldn't tell), and the second is where Mom found the shadows interesting. (Have you ever noticed how easily amused these humans are?)


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy