Showing posts with label dog tags. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog tags. Show all posts

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Another busy week!

We've had an exciting week - some bits a little more exciting than we would have preferred, but what can you do?

First, a big wildfire was started on Tuesday by a lightning strike.  It was never close enough for us to be in any danger (there was a lot of land and a freeway between us and the fire), but our air was quite smoky, and Mom and Dad were prompted to come up with a few evacuation plans, based on the amount of time they had to evacuate (the 15-second evacuation plan consisted of: "Get the girls, get the bully sticks, get the hell out of Dodge").

This was about 2 hours after the fire started - it was much farther away than it looks in this picture.
The fire is now 70% contained, although for a while there were planes and helicopters and all sorts of fire fighting teams working to put it out.  While there has been some property damage, there have been no fatalities, and it sounds as though all domestic and domesticated animals were brought to safety, too.

In good excitement, the last of our tags came in this week.  (If you recall, when Mom was looking for tags for our 'working' collars, she couldn't decide between a few different ones on Etsy, and since they were all so extremely reasonably priced, she got a few tags.)

This is Abby's.  And yes, our Mom really is that much of a geek.

And this is mine.  Because I like giving kisses.  And I like cuddling.
The rest of the week was much more typical.  There was much frisbee funballs excitement!

Look at that intensity! That focus! That crazed look in her eyes!

Abby, the Levitating Hippobottomus

Abby, Gumby Dog.


Fiona (me), Frisbee Maven!
More of Me, the Frisbee Maven!

My sister is frisbee-crazy.  Or possibly just crazy!

But she loves her frisbees!

"Hey, Mom!  Could you throw my frisbee while Abby is occupied with hers?"

"C'mon Mom!  Throw the frisbees!"
Yep.  Frisbee funballs NEVER get old!  Of course, harassing Abby about her ginormous snooter never gets old, either.

"Does this picture make my schnozz look big?"

Heehee! 
And since I'm on a roll harassing my sister, I'll post one of the photos from her 'blooper' roll.


In Abby's defense, Mom is not always a champion-level frisbee thrower, so some of these 'bloopers' are not necessarily Abby's fault.   And Abby does make some spectacular catches even when Mom gives her less-than-optimal throws!

Nice save, Abs!

Way to draw in an errant frisbee with your front paws and securing it with the Jaws of Doom!

And a final comment about our week: we are Happy Dogs!


Have a great week!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus