Happy Bitey-Face, erm, Boxing Day!

Bitey-face is like boxing, right?  Sort of?  Maybe?  Oh, Mom just said that Boxing Day has nothing to do with pugilistic activities, and has more to do with tipping one's servants.  Does that mean Abby and I have to tip Mom?  I bet if we both jumped on her at once, we could knock her down.  Which would sort of be like tipping her...


*ahem*

Regardless of what Mom says, Abby and I are CERTAIN Boxing Day is celebrated with bitey-face exhibitions. 

We've got our anti-gravity boots on here!

This Boxing Day stuff is pretty cool!

But let you think we do nothing but bitey each other all day, let me assure you we do other funballs things, like chasing each other around The Bush.  (Ignore the shovel - that is Mom's 'waste management tool' - also known as the Poo Flinger...)

We could do this all day.  And frequently do until Mom gets cold and calls us in, and then we come running!

Heehee!  We hope everyone is enjoying the holidays - and thanks for all the wonderful cards from all our bloggie friends!  We got WAY more cards than Mom and Dad did!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Holiday Update

I hope everyone had a great Christmas!


We certainly did. Either Santa has loosened up on the requirements for making it onto the 'nice' list, or the wee dram of "aqua vitae" that Mom left for him (and the gourmet dog cookies left for the Reindogs) helped 'grease the wheels' so to speak, because we did quite nicely by Santa! Not only did we get tons of snow right before Christmas (thanks again, Tank!), but we did quite well in the pressie department, too. We got a couple of 'Skinneeez' (of which we have no pictures, because while they have no stuffing, they have squeakers in them, and Abby has totally de-squeaked one of them - the other one is probably in hiding...), a snake stuffie (that has miraculously remained intact - for the moment), a bunch of bully sticks, some Jumbones, and a couple of containers of gourmet dog cookies. Thanks, Santa!!! (And thanks, Granny and Grandpa!)

Anyhoo, we got up early on Christmas morning so we could get in some quality early-morning zoomies before Mom and Dad went skiing... (Skiing on Christmas day is a tradition.)

Mom and Dad came home and we got in some quality bitey-face time


Note to Santa: Next year, could you take my sister and bring me a hamster instead? Thanks - Fiona

Mom and Dad did the pressie thing and we had roast chicken for dinner (and Mom let us have a little bit in the kitchen, on account of it being a holiday and all!). We had a quite evening snoozling. All in all, it was a perfect day.

I do have one question: when does Santa start making his naughty/nice list for next year? He takes at least a few days off after the Christmas rush, doesn't he?

I'm thinking we've got a couple of days where Santa won't really notice our behavior...

Although I'm going to reiterate my request for a hamster. Somehow my little sister has gotten, well, not so little any more, and there are more and more scenes like this:


Seriously. What is up with that?!?

She is getting WAY tougher to take down. And as often as not, it is SHE who is taking ME down. *sigh*

At least I am still Queen of the Zoomies!

And Queen of the Frisbee

Where Abby is, uh, Queen of, uh, Sitting in the Snow...

Heehee!

Happy holidays to everyone!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus