Oh Deer, It's Friday the 13th!

Thanks to Dennis, early this morning we were made aware of the fact that it is Friday the 13th. Which probably explains a lot of the unusual things we saw on our hike today.

First, before we even left the neighborhood (we weren't even off our street yet, actually) was this Mom and her two youngsters.


This Mom and youngsters is not to be confused with Momma Moose and Youngster that showed up in our backyard two mornings ago. I had gone outside to do my morning business, and when I rounded the corner of the house, I ran into a couple of big dogs. Well. One big dog, and one not so big dog. (Note from Fi's Mom: they were not dogs - it was a Mom Moose and her calf - at the time, all my brain registered was 'MOOSE' and trying to gently urge Fi back into the house, as moose and dogs don't mix - particularly mothers with calves...) I just wanted to say hi... Mom is saying how I should be more friendly to other dogs, but apparently these were not the dogs she was talking about. *sheesh* (Second note from Fi's Mom: no pictures of the moose because I about had a heart attack when I saw Fi moving toward the moose - who were (luckily) just sort of loping along, only mildly interested in her. My heart didn't stop racing for ages...)

Whatever, Mom.

So, we go on our usual route to The Park With The Pond, and we saw more deer. Mom was snapping pictures, because apparently it is unusual to see deer this time of year - it's a little early for them to be moving to Winter Quarters, so maybe they were all heading to a family reunion?

Anyway, we got to The Park With The Pond, and Mom wasn't even planning on taking pictures because she said (and I quote) "we don't need more pictures that look exactly the same". Huh? You can never have too many pictures of me. Never. They don't sell terabyte memory cards for no reason, you know...

Anyhoo, Mom whipped out the camera as soon as this little mutant ball thief showed up.


A Yorkie. You cannot be serious!

SERIOUSLY?!?

Apparently so.

This little terror, terrier was a ball hog, too. Look at this!!!

I mean, the ball has got to be half the size of the dog. Who is he kidding?

Us, apparently... The little terror scared us out of the water, and we headed to the grassy knoll field to play fetch with one ball (the other being having been sacrificed to the Lady of the Lake - in the hopes that she'll start dispersing swords...).

The hike ended well, though, because we got to see our favorite puppy, Hugo.

We think Hugo is a cutie-patootie. He's a 7 week old American Bulldog, and he is SO CUTE!!!!

I think Abby is sharing puppy secrets with him here...

In spite Dennis' dire warnings of maniacs, we have only experienced a mildly weird day today. How about you?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

*Heavy Sigh*

Okay, I confess. Even since little monster butt mutant puppy (aka Abby) learned to swim, she has been a total ball hog. Seriously. She dashes out into the water like her butt is on fire

And gets the ball before I even get a chance to get my big toe in the water.

I taught the mutant how to swim, and now she's stealing the ball. All. The. Time. It's annoying!

She is SUCH a ball hog that Mom and Dad have started bringing two balls, so the mutant super swimmer can go do her super swimming thing, so I can enjoy calmer, non-mutant-infested waters.


This also gives Dad the opportunity to continue to hone his throwing-two-balls-at-once skills.

As an aside, Mom totally got lucky with that picture; if she had been trying to get a picture of the ball in the air, she would have failed. But since she wasn't even trying, she got lots of pictures of balls flying through the air.

Anyhoo, we apparently give off some sort of friendly vibe, because whenever we are at the park, other doggies want to join us. Or maybe we just have uber-cool tennis balls. I'm not sure which.

Two days ago, we were joined by "Stormy" who had escaped the not-entirely-watchful eyes of her young owners. Abby, being Abby, had to be all social-like (giving me a rare opportunity to steal the ball).

Today we were joined by CP (or something; I didn't really get her name, and Abby's asleep right now, so I can't ask her), who is a Belgian Shepherd. She didn't ever want the ball, she just wanted someone to swim with. So while I was chasing my own personal ball, Abby and CP did laps around the pond.

At least I got my own ball while they were off doing their thing...

And they seemed to have fun together.

And CP was a pretty friendly sort.

As for Abby? She kept going long after the rest of us were tired....

Crazy mutant tennis ball-hog puppy. *sigh*

In other excitement today, I saw an old friend. Way back when I was a wee pup (I was 10 weeks old in this picture), Uncle Larry brought his new (at the time) Australian Shepherd puppy to the House With Wheels, so we could play. King is a bit older than I am, and at the time was smacking me down pretty seriously (most of the pictures are really blurry, so I'll spare you the pictures). I was such a wee bitty thing!!!! (Yes, that red ball of fluff was me!)


Anyhoo, I have only seen King on and off over the last 2 years, and very briefly. Today, King came over with Uncle Larry, and while Larry was talking house stuff with Mom and Dad, Abby and I spent some quality time with King.


Just for reference, King weighs 35lbs, while Abby is close to 60lbs (the recount has not been done yet, so her weight is still a guess, but since her butt is bigger than mine, I'm thinking she weighs more than me), and I'm 56-ish lbs. Needless to say, we had a GREAT time!!!

Anyway, I'm a little miffed that my "little" mutant sister is now a demonic swimming tennis-ball thief. But at least Mom and Dad recognize that Abby is a ball hog and have given me my own tennis ball to chase. But still. I ask you, where is the gratitude from the youth of today?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Demonic Mutant Tennis Ball Hog Puppy

PeeEss: If you question my claims that Abby is demonic, this should give you all the proof you need:

Biggify at your own risk....