A Week Full of Sisterly Love

Before we show you lots of photos of us demonstrating our sisterly love for each other,  I would like to say that we do a lot more than just bitey each other.  We go on lots of walkies.  We play lots of frisbee.  We spend a lot of time keeping Mom and Dad company (and hearing about "personal space" - whatever THAT might be....).  We spend a lot of time snoozling.  And we spend a lot of time barking at the neighbors.  (Or that might just be me.  Apparently Abby has the ability to hang out on the porch without barking at people walking on OUR street, other dogs, flies, and stray air molecules.  I don't understand how it is possible to be out there and NOT make sure Mom and Dad know what's going on.)

But for whatever reason, Mom felt the need to get a lot of bitey-face photos.  In her defense, you really can't go wrong with bitey-face photos.

Body slam!

I don't know where Mom gets this idea that I'm noisy.  Really.  Noisy?  Me?  Naw.

"Mmmm.  Doodle-sister!  Tastes like chicken!"  Heehee.

Why do I look so tiny in comparison to Abby?  I'm normal sized.  She's clearly 'big-boned'!

Oooh.  Bad hair photo for both of us.

Dancing with the Doodles!

Take THAT you big-boned Hippobottomus!

We really DO love each other.  And we have a great time bitey-ing each other.  Sisterly love at its finest!

With the warmer weather, in addition to full-contact bitey-face, Abby has been engaging in some serious roaching.

 

Yep.  She's in doggie-Nirvana

And a good shake to finish it off.

Silly puppy!

Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Another Funballs Doggie Class

This Saturday was an absolutely beautiful day - sunny, warm, and totally Spring-like.   Since it was so nice, we had an 'out on the town' doggie class.

Right across the street from Petco is Newpark - a living-shopping-working 'community' with all sorts of stores and places to walk around.  Mom and Jessi thought it would be a great 'socializing' experience for us to go out and be around people and pose on stuff, all while trying to stay focused on Mom and Jessi.

Our first stop was this ginormous sundial.  Oh yeah.  We can sit on marble benches.  Piece 'o cake!

We can even stay when Mom is miles away from us! 

"Jessi's here.  Look well-behaved!"

Then we went and posed on some rocks.

Synchronized posing.

"Seriously.  Treats for lying on a rock?  This is COOL!"

Synchronized sitting.  Oh yeah!  We rock all the synchronized events!  Get it?  Rock?  Heehee!

And on separate rocks.  Note how Abby is sitting and I'm laying down.  That was actually planned!

'Okay' is our release word.  We're outta here!

More posing.  Did I mention that we rock the synchronized events?  Yep.  More rock jokes!

Yep.  We rock!

Heehee!  It was an awesome class. In addition to sitting on things, we actually approached people and let them pet us, and we walked around all sedately and calmly and whatnot.  I may or may not have barked at some of the rescue cats for adoption in Petco, but the class was about being around people, NOT kittehs.  Just saying.

In addition to doggie class, we got in several vigorous rounds of bitey-face.

And, of course, some serious frisbee time.

Gumby, erm, Abby the Frisbee Maniac

Got it!

Keep your eye on the frisbee!

Look at that mouth.  Serious Land Shark Jaws of Doom.

"You put your left foot in... you put your right feet up.  You catch the frisbee and you shake it all about!"

So yes, we had a totally awesome weekend!  And for those of you who have asked, we do actually take some downtime.  Occasionally.   Mostly its so we can recharge our batteries for more frisbee time!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

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

Wordless Wednesday: Sisterly Love Edition

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus