Another Day at the Park

On Saturdays our usual walking trail is invaded by tons of people on bicycles who don't know the rules and/or don't have the courtesy to warn people when they come up on them from behind so Mom and Dad like to take Saturdays 'off' from our walks. But since we still need our exercise, Mom and Dad take us to the park in our neighborhood, instead.

Which is cool, because there is much zooming involved.

Zoom-zoom!

Lard Butt, erm, Abby actually zooms around, too.


Nothing like having the whole park to ourselves to run full out!

Is it me, or does Abby look abnormally LONG there? Heehee!



C'mon, Dad, throw the ball!!!!

They don't call me The Amazing Flying Fi-sters for nothing, you know! Teehee!


Seriously, can you have enough zoomie pictures? Nah, I didn't think so.


It has been hot (for us), so even when we go out in the morning, we get pretty hot and tired from all the zooming, and even I slow down after a while!

I'm done now. Let's go home!

And it leaves Abby totally pooped. At least for a little while, so it's all good!

Heehee!

Moose update: Our moosies have ventured elsewhere in the neighborhood - apparently they weren't super excited about some of the trucks that were going up and down our street and disturbing their rest. However, Momma Moose seems to be a sharp one, and I'm sure Baby Moose is being well taken care of. If there are any more sightings, I'll be sure to let you know. And Mom wants you all to know that while she worries about dog-moose interactions (and is also not so excited about cleaning up their, uh, 'parting gifts'), she realizes how Super Cool it is to live someplace where we have moosies (literally) out our front door. And Mom will admit that she really couldn't get enough of Baby Moose - Mom was on the front porch For Ages taking pictures of them. I think Baby Moose knew it and was posing!

See! I think Baby Moose is smiling for the camera!

Heehee.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

The green, green grass of.... the park

Mom says there is a song that goes something like that, and apparently she even know who sang it (about a million years ago, I might add). I blame Mom's knowledge of such hokey things on Granny and Grandpa. Mom also sings old country and western songs in the car. I mean, she's got Tammy Wynette on her iPod. The shame of it. At least she doesn't have the windows rolled down All The Way when she's doing this. However, it explains why Abby and I don't hang our heads out the windows like normal dogs; we're hiding our heads in shame. Porter Wagner? Really? Oy. Johnny Cash is fine (although Mom singing Johnny Cash, is, well, less fine...). Even the first two Hank Williams are fine. But there are some things on her iPod that are downright frightening. Like the guy who looks like Merle Haggard? And it's even more frightening when Mom knows ALL the words. I swear, Granny and Grandpa have some explaining to do. And probably some therapy bills to pay...

But I digress. Mom's grass hasn't really, ah, taken root yet. There are some green things poking up here and there, but I think they are weeds. However, Mom says "anything green is good" so we'll humor her. But since she's still holding out hope for her little grass seeds, all of our zooming must be done at the park.

So, we went to the little park at the bottom of our neighborhood today. We got haircuts yesterday (Mom said we were looking wooly, and since we've finally got warm weather - today was in the mid 70s), so we had to show them off, first.

As you can see, we're not totally nekkid, but we're all sleek and plushy-like. And we've still got floofy tails (well, we still don't measure on the Sibe Scale of Floofiness (SSF), but we don't have rat tails).


Okay, enough with the posing. Throw the ball!!! Dad had a minor surgery on his shoulder on Friday, and isn't supposed to throw tennis balls, and Mom, well, Mom throws like a girl, so Mom got a ChuckIt, so Dad could chuck the tennis balls without tearing out his stitches. Which is good, I suppose. We just wanted the tennis balls flying!

Oh yeah!!! Serious tennis ball action!

Zoom-zoom!

Heehee. She's going in about 5 different directions at once!

But it was perfect weather, and perfect tennis ball chasing conditions - the grass wasn't too wet, or too dry, and the ball just sailed through the air. Good times!

Yep. We're happy dogs. Even if Mom has a frightening taste in music!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Wordy Wednesday

Hi y'all! So, after snow on Sunday and Monday,

...this was Monday...

it warmed up to the 60s yesterday (yes, we went from a high of 40 on Monday to a high of almost 70 on Tuesday...)


We haven't done any serious bitey-face as of late (no, really!) because Mom had this silly plan to throw down some grass seed, in an attempt to keep the dust at bay this summer. Why is Mom attempting to grow grass? Well, some of you may recall last summer when Abby changed colors after a vigorous session of bitey-face. If you look at the pictures in that post, most of our yard was dirt, and apparently somebody (clearly Abby) was tracking lots of dust into the house. Anyhoo, yesterday Mom did the fertilizing, seeding, watering thingy, and now we're not allowed to bitey-face in the yard.

Seriously.

"But Fiona," I hear you saying, "what will you DO?!?"

Frankly, I asked Mom that same question. And she said... The Park!!!

Not entirely as good as bitey-facing one's sister, but chasing tennis balls is a close second!!!

Good times!

Frankly, we're kind of wondering why Mom wants to grow her own grass when there's plenty of lovely grass at the park, but apparently Mom is dead-set on trying to keep Abby her original color. Huh. Go figure. Oh well. I can handle the park for a long while!

Heehee.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus