I'm Ba-ack

Hi everybody! I'm back!

Yes, I was gone, thanks for noticing! *grin* Of course you missed me. I know it!

*ahem*

This weekend Mom and Dad had a big car race in Pocatello (aka 'Pocatato'), Idaho. This race is called Summerfast, and is a Big Deal, because three regions (Utah, Eastern Idaho and the Snake River Regions) all get together to compete against one another for bragging rights and a big trophy. Because this is a 2 day event, we took the House With Wheels up.

The drive up to Pocatato is about 3 hours, and so Abby and I spent a lot of time getting comfortable. We tried the time-tested yin-and-yang position first.

And then we got bored and started wandering around a bit. Here, Abby has clearly done something wrong, because she's looking REALLY guilty. Maybe she farted. Heehee.

My sister's lard butt makes for a very good pillow...


And here I am preparing to move into a more comfortable location.

Heh.

Mom's lap is WAY more comfy than the floor! See, I am so a lap dog!

Anyhoo, we made it up to Idaho and Abby and I got tons of attention and front row seats spent a lot of time snoozling while Mom and Dad were driving and working, and not taking pictures of us (or themselves, apparently). Seriously. This is the only picture they got of us all weekend!

But don't worry, we actually got a bunch of attention. On Saturday it was about eleventy-billion degrees out, and since Uncle Charlie and Aunt Linda didn't want their kids to turn into piles of cinders in front of their eyes, the kids came into the air-conditioned House With Wheels, and pulled out all sorts of toys for us, and kept us quite entertained. But did anyone get any pictures of this? Of course not.

Mom and Dad were either racing or working all weekend long, so they didn't get any pictures of themselves (or anyone else - but I'll get to that in a second) either, so Abby and I don't feel quite so neglected.

Anyhoo. Speaking of eleventy-billion degrees, apparently most of Idaho was on fire. The race was held at the Pocatello Regional Airport, which is also (apparently) a base for fire control, and this plane was flying in and out all weekend long.

The only reason Mom got this picture is because they had to stop the race every time a plane went by. There was also this really cool 'Sky Crane' that was helping to fight the fire. It actually landed, near the race course, but Mom didn't have her camera on her at the time, due to the whole racing/working thing... The haze in the pictures is actually from the smoke from the fire(s).

There was even a Coast Guard Jayhawk helicopter than landed (but again, Mom didn't have her camera).

So, some pictures of the race. Mom didn't get any. However, one of the racers is a photographer, and took some pictures of some of the cars (not the one Mom and Dad were driving, however...). So, with credit and many thanks to Chuck Bissey for the pictures from the race.

Here is a Utah car - a C Prepared car (called the 'heavy metal class' because of the muscle cars that are used to make the cars that race in this class). Nice braking there!

And here is a car that Mom was quite fond of. Until she heard it run. Or didn't hear it, as the case may be. It is a Tesla, which is an electric car - which means no 'vroom-vroom' noises. And apparently Mom needs to be able to hear the engine to know what she's doing. Yeah, I have no idea what that means, either. I think it's a pretty car!

And here are a couple other of the fast cars that were out there.

Above is a Utah driver, and below is a Pocatello driver. Both were quite speedy!

I just like this next picture, even though something looks fundamentally wrong....

Anyhoo, despite not having any pictures, Mom and Dad had a great time, and after two days of racing, over a hundred drivers, about a bazillion runs, and all sorts of mathematical slights-of-hand (done by the Pocatello people, BTW - it's not like Mom was using her 'statistical mathematics' to manipulate results...), when it came down to it, Utah Region and Eastern Idaho Region (Pocatello) were tied, and they had to take 21st place on the 2nd day to break the tie. And guess who happened to be in the 21st place, and who was the tie-breaker? Yep. You guessed it! Dad! So, Dad won the big trophy (of which we have no pictures), for Utah!!!! Go Dad!!! (Even though we have no pictures of you!)

Despite the lack of pictures, Mom and Dad had a ball. After the racing was all done yesterday, we got all packed up, and drove back home. We got home about 9pm last night and everyone (except Abby, who is suffering from serious case of Puppy Brain) was exhausted. Mom and Dad were still quite tired today (this racing stuff seems to wear them out), but they did take us on a walk today, and the evil pond troll nice Animal Control officer wasn't there, so we got to go swimming.

And we also got in some 'illegal' off-leash fetch time. Because we are rebels without a clue like that.

Me, doing my own zoomies!

We are such law breakers!!!

BTW, now that we are back, I'll make sure Mom helps me catch up on all the bloggies!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

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.