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 Evil Troll Today

We decided to brave the park again today. There were thunderstorms forecasted for most of the day, but Mom and Dad were able to get us out early, before the storms came in.

I think the weather forecast must have scared away the "Animal Care & Control" troll away from our pond.

And of course, when the troll's away, the doggies will play!








All we can say to the evil troll is: neener, neener, neener. Heehee!

Oh, and we had a moose on our street. Hmph. Acts like she owns the place! ;-)

I guess maybe she does!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

My sister is SUCH a doofus!

Seriously. My sister is a doofus. You know how we go on these walkie-swimming-hikey things every day, right? And you know how my sister is this super swimmer, right? Well, she's great, up until it is time for her to leave the water with the ball. Let me explain.

We are all attentive-like, waiting for the balls to be thrown in the water. C'mon, Dad.

And we're both good when it comes to going after our respective tennis balls.

And the wee beastie swims like the Loch Ness Monster....


But as soon as she gets close to shore, she Drops The Ball. Seriously. Here she's got the ball...

And here she is two seconds later. Look at her and then look by her feet. That would be the tennis ball.


Look at this video. Do you notice how she looks around, trying to find the ball she just dropped? And you wonder why I say my sister is a doofus. *sheesh*

For those of you who are getting this bloggie by pee-mail, here is the direct link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z2bYiW14ZM

For those of you who can't see the video, here's a photo sequence. She's coming to land, and she's got the ball. Sort of.

Ooops... Not so much, now. Look closely in the grass and you can still see the ball.

And now? 'Where did it go, George'?

Oh, wait. That's the wrong picture. Here we go! *grin*

At least some of us can hold on to our tennis balls...

And speaking of tennis balls, we seem to be pretty popular at the water park. Everyone seems to want to play with our balls. If I knew how to include music, I'd cue an AC/DC song right now.... Heehee.

*ahem*


Anyhoo. Moving on. At the water park, there is also a big grassy area, and so when we are done with the water part of things, we move to the grass, so that those of us who have Mad Land Skillz can have our fun, too.

Because the tennis balls are still wet from the pond, they throw off water as they fly through the air.

Pretty cool, huh?

It seems to amuse the humans, anyway. Me? I just wanted to chase them!

Good times!!!

I would post more pictures of our adventures today, but the internet is being cranky and Mom is muttering a lot of HBO words, so I think I should quit while I'm ahead... So I'll leave you with just a couple more pictures. The first is my doofus sister being a doofus (as if you couldn't tell), and the second is where Mom found the shadows interesting. (Have you ever noticed how easily amused these humans are?)


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

Ho-Hum

Boy, we have such BORING lives. I mean, we are stuck in a rut or something...

Mom and Dad wake up and go bye-sickling. No pictures - they are too busy balancing on two wheels to take pictures....

Then they come back and take us on a hike.

Usually on the hike we stop at The Park With The Pond. Yesterday Mom was marveling at the number of 'soccer mom cars' (Mom's name for any kind of mini-van/SUV thingy) in the parking lot. It turns out that - you guessed it - there was a soccer tournament going on. So I guess Mom's "soccer mom car" call was right on.


And when we are at The Park With The Pond, we go swimming.

Well, some of us go swimming. And by some of us, I mean Abby. Me? I don't want to go in the water; there's a big mutant puppy monster in there...

I prefer to stick closer to land... But I still like to leap in the water!

Usually when we are at The Park With The Pond, we meet other doggies. This "Burned Yeast" doggie (as Mango calls them) was a friendly girl...

Actually, she was a little friendlier than I am used to, but hey, everyone has their own understanding of "personal space", right?

Mom and Dad try to wear Abby out in the pond (good luck... the Mutant Puppy is like the Energizer Bunny Mutant Puppy)

And don't get me wrong. I have a good time at the pond!

I'm just not crazy, like my mutant puppy sister.
Anyway, on days when we don't go to The Park With The Pond, we go to Another Park. And here I totally rule the day.


And while I love my mutant puppy sister (did I mention that Abby is only like 2 pounds lighter than me, and she's only 8 months old?!?), I don't let her get in between me and my tennis ball. Sometimes there's a little 'argy-bargy' (as Phil Liggett would say).

Yes, I won! But it's all in good fun.

And every day, after our Park Adventures, we ALWAYS engage in some good, old-fashioned bitey-face.

And yes, I am The Queen of Bitey-Face, too. Abby may be demonic, but I am The Queen.

Heh.

And we do this Every Day. Every. Single. Day. (Except for when it is raining or something.)

Oh. Wait. You say that not every one does this every day? Oh. Poor, neglected doggies! ;-)

Heehee. I am totally kidding; Abby and I are just super-lucky; Mom and Dad work from home so we get to spend tons of time with them, and we get to do super-fun stuff every day. And no, it's not boring! Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy