Showing posts with label frolicking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frolicking. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

All we need is Bing Crosby!

Lemme just say, if you want something for Christmas, have Tank pass along your message.


Seriously. He asked Santa for snow for us for Christmas, and the big guy in the red suit has DELIVERED.

It has been snowing for days, and after a brief break is supposed to continue snowing. Thanks, Tank - this is AWESOME!!!


EVERYTHING is better in the snow...

Frisbee time...
Bitey-face...

And, of course, snow zoomies!

Some dogs even seem to think that sitting in the snow is a sport. I think she's just lazy. Heehee. Apparently this is something that Hippobottomuses (Hippobottomi?) do a lot of...


Other than for the complete lack of me in this picture, Mom thinks this would have made a GREAT Christmas card photo.


Dad was a little less enthused, because not only did he have to clear the driveway, and our path in the back yard, but he had to clean off the satellite dish so we could have teevee...


Heehee.

Thanks again, Tank!!! (And thanks to Santa, too!)

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

More Snow

Hmm. Haven't I used that title before? Yeah, I thought so, too. Maybe I should change it to something more interesting, like "Bat Child Found Alive in Mummy's Tomb - Pictures Inside!". But that would set me up for a Dennis-like bloggie entry, and Mom is muttering something about having stuff to do other than play around with Photoshop for me all day. *sheesh*

So, 'More Snow' it is.

Dad has been playing around with his snow removal toys...

We were up on the porch, steathily barking at Dad when Mom got this picture. Hey. We're dogs. We're supposed to alert the staff when there are strangers in the yard....

Luckily it is not all-work-and-no-play for us; Abby and I have had a few opportunities to frolic in the winter wonderland that is our yard.



We have also been trying out some dance moves. Our Most Graceful friend, Honey the Great Dane is truly an excellent dancer. Seriously. She's in competitions and stuff, and she is AMAZING. Go on, check out this link; I'll wait : http://bighoneydog.com/2010/11/chinese-dance/

See? For a big, long-leggedy gal, she's QUITE the dancer!

Anyhoo, Honey has inspired us to try out a few moves of our own. However, unlike Honey who has her Mom for a partner, my Mom has two left feet, and so I've had to resort to dancing with Abby. (Which is kind of like 'Dancing with the Stars' but totally different.)

Unfortunately, we both want to lead...

Since we both want to lead, one of us invariably mis-steps and then we end up clinging to each other in an attempt to keep our balance...


And once we get to this point, it never ends well...

And from here, well, you know where it goes from here...

So, we may leave the competitive dancing to Honey and other more talented doggies. Not that we won't continue to try, because anything that ends up in bitey-face can't be all bad!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the two-left-footed Hippobottomus (oh, wait, she DOES have two left feet...)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

So... Where were we?

Mom has been "between computers" as she is moving stuff from her "old, wonky" computer to a "new, non-wonky" computer, so she's been WA-AY behind in helping me follow bloggies and things. She promises that we'll get back on track soon. Which means when she actually has some time...

*ahem*

Anyhoo. Last weekend we were back out at the historic Wendover Airfield for a two-day autocross. It may be an historic airfield, known for being one of the prime test-flight sites for the Enola Gay before she went off for her historic flight, but it is still also an active military base (here is a current helicopter landing next to the Enola Gay's hangar; Mom was warned by the airport people not to get too close to the helicopters as [and Mom quotes] "they can shoot you").

We took the House With Wheels out to Wendover, and were totally captivated by the Utah desert.

Or not...


Dad was running the event, and Mom was helping him, so they didn't get a ton of pictures (where 'ton' means 'any'). Mom got a couple pictures of Dad setting the course (he's in the truck, I promise!)

Since it was pretty hot out, Abby and I just hung out in the air conditioning while Mom and Dad did their thing. (Mom has a picture of the two of us hanging out together, but for some reason it keeps posting it sideways, so you just get me!)

The helicopters hung around all weekend, and Mom was captivated by them (especially when they did fly-bys).

A bunch of the Army guys got rides in the autocross course, but apparently, they weren't allowed to return the favor and give us rides in the helicopters!

Mom and Dad seemed to think it was pretty cool to have the helicopters flying around, and since they didn't buzz the House With Wheels, it was all fine with us.

Mom and Dad raced the Miata both days. Mom was driving really well on Sunday, but the car developed "technical difficulties" (because we've had so many car races in a row, there were a number of cars that were experiencing technical difficulties by the end of the weekend), so she and Dad (and Uncle Charlie, who came out just for Sunday) only raced half day. Frankly, Mom and Dad were worn out from running the event that I don't think they minded too much. (Dad drove well both days, but he always drives well, so it pretty much goes without saying!)

So, despite the 'technical difficulties', and all the fun, I think they had fun!

Anyhoo, we came back Sunday afternoon, and Abby and I spent several days frolicking in the yard.

Uh-oh. She's still looking like my Evil Twin....
After a week of beating up on each other frolicking together and walks and stuff, Mom and Dad had another autocross, this time at the E Center, in Salt Lake City. Because it was supposed to be another hot day, and it was just a one day event, Abby and I stayed home with Jessi (the lady who is teaching Mom to feed us turkey hotdogs) while Mom and Dad went off to do their thing.

Dad was chairing this event, too (it's a long story, but there aren't a lot of people in the region who can actually run events, and so the bulk of the events fall on a couple of people), so Mom and Dad got up at the crack of dawn and Abby and I went back to sleep left us.

Before the truck and trailer showed up (that has all the stuff for setting the course), Dad and one of the other 'regulars' drove the guy's car around the parking lot to get an idea of the kind of course he would set.

Dad then did the course setting thing.

While Dad was doing that, Uncle Charlie was getting the Car of The Day ready. The two main cars are being worked on, so Uncle Charlie decided to dust off (literally - it has been in our garage for a couple of years now, doubling as a shelf) his old 1989 Corvette.

Pretty, huh?

For a car that has been shelved for 8 years, and tires that were unused, but 6 years old, it did really well. Apparently the car has a ridiculous amount of horsepower, and everyone had a great time in it. Uncle Charlie was 3rd in raw time, Dad was 10th, Aunt Linda was 11th, and Mom was 20th, but was less than 1.5 seconds behind Linda, which, on a 60 second course, is good for Mom. And they all had fun.

Abby and I had a great time frolicking in the mountains (and not cooking down in Salt Lake!).

Holy double-vision, Batman! Heehee!

So. It was a good weekend all around! And I think we're all caught up now!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy