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

Haircut Day

Today was Haircut Day. Apparently Mom felt we were getting a bit wooly, and a certain dog (who shall remain nameless, but whose name rhymes with 'crabby') was getting Very Hot on our walks. So, we were whisked into the Box on Wheels (the Jeep) and off to the groomers.

When we came back, we were lean and mean. Well, some of us were mean...

Others of us just came back more beautiful than usual. (So says my Mom, and Mom's don't lie about things like that.)


While some of us wanted to relax after a day at the beauty salon,

others of us seemed to think that bitey-face was in order. (And really, what am I supposed to do when being assaulted by a demonic mutant puppy?)

If you biggify this picture you can see Abby's new tag from Fetching Tags...

Anyhoo, Mom and Dad were a little concerned that we might injure one or both of them if we continued bitey-face on the bed, so we moved outside for a little full-body bitey face.

And you can admire our new, sleek, cool haircuts!


But after a while we were way more interested in the people walking down the street, and when people threaten our property (because you never know when someone who is "innocently" walking down the street will transform into a homicidal chainsaw-wielding maniac) we stop going after each other and prepare to defend the homeland...

Is that a chainsaw we hear? See!?!

Yep, we stick together when the barbarians are at the gate.

Is my backup running for help, or is she just running away? *sigh*

At the end of the day, we are still sisters.

And while I understand that these pictures might raise doubts about the demonic nature of my little sister, this should pretty much end any debate.

I think I may have to take up the Wild Dingo's offer of an exorcist.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Demonic Mutant Puppy