Weird Weather and Ton of Photos (Surprise, Surprise...)

Another week, which brought some more snow, some rain, a bunch of frisbee action, and, of course, Mom snapping copious photos.

While our weather hasn't been optimal (rain in February is Not Good), the warm, wet weather has actually given us snowball snow.  Usually our snow is quite dry and powdery (giving us the Greatest Snow on Earth), but lately our snow has been quite wet.  Not so good for powder skiing, but great for snowballs!  And playing 'fetch' with snowballs is Way Fun!

Unless your sister snooter-bombs the photo and tries to steal YOUR frisbee!

But I got plenty more snowballs!

"Snowball, you are no match for my Jaws of Doom!"

"Abs, THIS is how you catch snowballs."

"Yeah, um, something like that!"

I've got it in my sights!

And I've got it in my mouth!  

Snowballs totally rock!

Of course, frisbee action is always good, too!

Zoom-zoom!

I got it!!

A basic frisbee catch - part of the compulsory maneuvers required in the Olympic event.

Nice Angle of Retrieval - that will get her high marks in the open portion of the frisbee competetion!

Abby has also been working on her Doodle Lake maneuvers - all ready for the open portion of the Olympics Snow Frisbee event (we think we participate tomorrow - it's hard to tell, as we seem to be the only registered competitors...)!

Doodle Lake is sure to wow the Russian judges!

Not only can we catch the frisbee, but we can usually retrieve it, too!

I've got it Mom - get ready to throw it again!

I've got mine for you, too, Mom!

Pay no attention to the frisbee behind me.  I want THIS one!

In addition to all the frisbee action, Mom felt the need (as usual) to get some 'portraits'.  Once the appropriate number of treats had been offered in tribute, we complied.

February is Heart Health Month, so I agreed to 'Go Red' to raise awareness for women's heart health!

For some reason, Mom is enamored with snooter shots.  Luckily, Abby is always willing to show off her ginormous snooter!

Holy Hippo-snooterus, Batman!

Thanks for making my snooter look, ginormous, too, Mom!

Yes, let's return to the original ginormous snooter.  (Wow.  That schnozz is HUGE!)

Since Abby's ginormous schnozz can be a bit scary, I'll give you a few more portraits that aren't quite so terrifying.

Yes, I AM pretty!  Thank you!

Thanks for the treats, Mom!

And finally, Mom tried to get some 'artsy' shots.

She really likes "the ephemeral nature" of paw prints.  (So why does she complain so much about our muddy paw prints in spring?  Apparently they aren't so "ephemeral".  Actually, Mom has been commenting about how archaeologists will find muddy paw prints in our kitchen in 10,000 years.  Gee, Mom, maybe you should break out a mop, if you are worried about archaeological finds...)

Here one moment, gone the next!

Definitely "ephemeral"!

And a 'nature' shot, for those of you who like non-dog things.

Aspens in a blue-bird day.

Oh, and with the warm weather, wet snow, and generally weird weather, the snow on the back roof was piling up and freezing and thawing, so Mom was really glad when it slid (when we were all safely inside)!

Note the big slabs of ice - which is why Mom really wanted it to slide while we were far, far away!

Have a great week!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Our Week In Frisbees

Mom had big-time sickies this weekend (she's better now, but we were *thisclose* to taking her to the vet - we don't trust those human doctors...), so no doggie class for us, and no other big excitements.  Thus, we give you our week in frisbees.  You'll notice we started off the week with snow, and ended with mud.

Check out my Jaws of Frisbee Doom!

Lookit our snow!

Welcome to Mud Season!

"Hey Abby!  It's right above you!"

Perfect technique!

Have a good week!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Our weekend, in which I am pretty and we meet a boy

Heehee.  Another good weekend in the books!  We didn't go to doggie class this weekend because some people apparently thought they had a private lesson during the time we were to have our class, and they didn't want to make it a group lesson. (Really!  They must have never met us!   Hmmph!)  We hadn't yet left for class when Mom got the message, and since Mom was a bit under the weather, she didn't mind.  So we stayed home and napped.  And Saturday afternoon I had to go to the v-e-t for my annual visit during which I was told I was pretty (duh... as if I didn't know that already... although it never hurts to hear it from trained professionals).

Hi.  My name is Fiona and I'm pretty.

I also got stuck with a needle (which I didn't really even notice because I was more interested in the people telling me how pretty I am) and I had some stuff stuck up my snooter (which I noticed but quickly ignored because it's much more interesting to have people tell me I am pretty).  When it was all said and done, I am 56 lbs of very healthy prettiness.  Oh and Abby and I got our licenses renewed (although Mom wouldn't let me drive home - what is up with that?) so we are legal for another year.

Today we did our usual morning walkie followed by much frisbee time throughout the day.

Some of the action photos aren't the best, mostly because Mom is throwing the frisbee with one hand while trying to snap the picture, so sometimes the 'focus' isn't always the best.  But you get the idea from these!

Then, on our afternoon walkie, we encountered a boy who was wandering along the street.  When he saw us, he came running up to us, and once Mom decided he wasn't a threat, we all sniffed each other, barked a little, played a little, and continued on.  Mom thought the boy would head back to his house at some point, but he kept running ahead and then running back to us, and even though Mom kept urging him to go home, he stuck with us.  Of course he did.  Who wouldn't want to hang out with two fun-loving 'doodle gals such as ourselves?  When we got to our driveway, instead of continuing on his way, he followed us up the driveway, and when Mom opened the door to the garage, He.Walked. Right. In.  Like he owned the place!


Mom got us upstairs, and came back down to the garage to check out our friend.  It turns out his name is Rambo, and after some treats and some water, Mom found his name tag, and called his owners.  Rambo's family was visiting Park City from elsewhere and were off skiing, with no idea that Rambo had escaped from the house they were staying at.   Needless to say, they were quite happy to hear that we had taken him in, and about 45 minutes later, he was reunited with his Mom.  

However, I have to tell you, I thought Rambo was quite the handsome young chap (apparently he wasn't quite a year old).  And well-mannered, too.  We are very happy that it was easy to get him back to his parents, but we're also happy that we got the chance to spend some time with Rambo the Cutie!

Seriously!  How cute is he?!?

So yeah, it was a great weekend!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Haircuts and Frisbee Time

Mom thinks she is So Sneaky.  See, on Saturday mornings we always have doggie class at 11am.  So this last Saturday, when Mom loaded us up in the car we figured we were going off to see Jessi the Turkey Hotdog Lady, and get lots of noms.  Imagine our surprise when we ended up at the doggie spa instead!

True, we might have been a little shaggy...

But really, just because we were shaggy and hot and losing our eyeballs, did that really merit pulling us out of doggie class to go to the spa?

Abby and I were NOT impressed with this turn of events.

We're not happy with you, so we're NOT looking at the camera.

We sure showed her, huh?

However, the siren call of the frisbee quickly attracted our attention, and our initial displeasure was soon forgotten.

Okay, so maybe we're more aerodynamic with our haircuts.  And we're cooler, so we can play longer.  So I guess we'll forgive Mom.  Eventually.  After she throws that frisbee a few dozen more times!

Okay, we forgive you.  But don't let it happen again anytime soon!

And now you can see my pretty face!

And even Abby looks a tad less goofy.  A tad.

But seriously, Mom.  Doggie class next week, okay?!?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the (newly shorn) Hippobottomus