Showing posts with label weekend funballs times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekend funballs times. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Our Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Weekend

No, we weren't doing good deed by day and killing people by night.  Well, we could have, but if we had been doing so, we wouldn't tell you, now would we?  Heehee.

*ahem* 

Saturday was sunny and quite warm, and Sunday was snowy and sleety and damp.  We'll let each of you decide for yourselves which was the good day and which was the evil day. 

We amused ourselves on Saturday by frolicking in our mushy and melting snow.


Synchronized frolicking



Artistic frolicking



And then on Sunday, we woke up to wet, sleety snow.  After walkies, we convinced Mom to take us out for funballs frisbee time.  During which time we may (or may not) have lost another frisbee.  Good thing Mom put in an order for more frisbees, as we only have two that aren't buried and they are both suffering inherent structural integrity issues.  But that's just rumor.

But we had fun with our structurally flawed frisbees.

The Hippobottomus has cray-zee moves!


Abby's not the ONLY flying doodle in this household!



LONG leggies!

Frisbee zoomies!

Did she catch it or didn't she?  Probably not!  Heehee!

I think she caught that one, though!

We could do this ALL DAY.

Really.  ALL day.

Yep.  All day.


We can even make funny faces while testing the tensile strength of our frisbees.

Heehee.


Yes, our snow is THAT mushy.
This was actually a super cool weekend - warm and sunny one day and snowy the other.  Which pretty much makes for the best of both worlds! 


Happy snow doodles!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Doggie Class Antics

So what have we been up to lately, you ask?  Well, with Mom and Dad frequently gone during the day, Abby and I have been throwing wild parties with the Scotties from down the street.  Um, no.  I didn't say that.  We've been demure doggies, protecting the home front from impending squirrel invasions, scaring away the UPS delivery person, and barking at doggies living across the canyon.  Seriously.  I wouldn't lie to you.  We're totally demure and quiet and well-behaved.

Heh.

But on the weekends, when we aren't hanging out partying with the Scotties, erm, watching Animal Planet, we've been Good Doggies, going to doggie class

Last week, we had encounters with other doggies, including this crazy Weimaraner puppy.  (Is 'crazy Weimaraner' redundant?  Yuh.  I thought so, too.)

Notice that I leave the crazy puppies to Abby, because, well, she can relate to them!
As we were leaving class last week, we also encountered this cute little dude, a 10 week old Great Pyrenees  (does that make him a Lesser Great Pyrenees?).  He was being fostered by a family until he got adopted; he was quite social and cute - and no doubt has already been adopted, as he will grow up to be a ginormous ball of fluff (and muscle).


We all got to know each other before he was whisked away to be shown off to potential furever families.  We hope to run into him again at some point, as he was a total cutie!
But that was last week.  This week we were the only doggies in class, and so we had another 'out on the town' lesson.  Bed Bath and Beyond is one of our favorite stores; not only do we get to experience all sorts of smells and sounds, but we get to check out the latest sales...

Hey Mom!  Vinyl tub mats for $12.99!
Soaps in cute little containers!  (Really?!?)

"Psst.  Abby... Mom's not planning on using these hair dryers on us is she?!?"
Abby, I've heard Darkest Peru is nice this time of year!  Have a good trip!
Heehee.

We spent a ton of time in the store, having a grand old time, although I think Mom and Jessi got a little crazy...

"Hey, um, Mom?  Abby's the one on the clearance rack, not me, right?"
And then Jessi was a Really Bad Influence.

"Um. Jessi? Are you sure it's okay for me to get up there?"
"It IS kinda comfy up here.  And I match the comforter quite nicely, if I say so myself!"
But then a store employee wandered by and Mom thought maybe we should go to another part of the store.  Spoilsport!

Oooh.  Fall place mats!
Now we're both seasonally appropriate!
Then Mom and Jessi started to look at the pet-related stuff.  Abby and I probably should have left at that point, but Mom insisted on more photo-ops.  So we humored her.

'Stop annoying barking'?!?  Good thing our barking isn't annoying!  Heehee!
Abby's got a monkey on her back!  And she's not happy about it!
Then we did some 'down and stays' to show that we can...


Oh, and we checked out some door mats before we left....

You know, in case we ever feel the need to greet anyone at the door!
After we left Bed Bath and Beyond, we still weren't done!  In the same shopping area, there is a stationery store in which resides a little doggie who was also in the process of teaching his Mom how to give him treats.  So we stopped by to see how little Milo the one-eyed terror, erm terrier,  was doing.  Apparently this was a "good experience" for us all...


Well, there were lots of treats involved, which pretty much guarantees a good experience!

Heehee!

And then finally, we capped off our lesson with a little posing by the flowers.  (There was a bench nearby Mom wanted us to pose on, but there weren't enough treats let to convince either of us to get up on it!)


All in all, it was a Most Excellent doggie class.  And Abby and I are looking forward to wreaking more havoc in Bed Bath and Beyond the next time we get a chance!  Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

PeeEss:  While Bed Bath and Beyond may not technically be a 'doggie friendly' store, Park City has a very large doggie population, and most people bring their doggies anyplace not specifically barred by health codes.  We were not the only doggie in the store, BTW, and we have seen other doggies in the store on other visits.  They don't call it 'Bark City' for nothing, ya know!  

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Frisbee Fun! And an Abstract!

Hi!  We are a bit behind in catching up with our bloggie friends, so be patient with us.  We totally blame our Mom, BTW.  She's all like, "I can't help you visit your friends right now because I'm Thinking Deep Thoughts for my abstract due on Wednesday."  Abstract?  Isn't that when you paint pictures of people with 3 noses and blue skin and call it art?  Apparently Mom said it is some 'scientific' thing.  Okay, how tough can that be?  I'll give it a go...

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An In-Depth Look Into Writing an Abstract

Background: There are lots of dogs writing lots of things, but there has yet to be a scientific abstract written by a dog.  I am seeking to rectify this problem.

Purpose: To show Mom that writing an 'abstract' does NOT require deep thinking.  Or lots of statistical analyses.

Methods: I sat down next to Mom and dictated the words while she typed.

Results: You're looking at it.

Conclusion: Writing an abstract is SO not hard; I don't know why Mom is all angsty about it, so we must investigate this further.  A ginormous grant from some charitable organization would make this investigation go much faster.  And with a ginormous grant, we could also investigate the relationship between the number of bully sticks available, and the amount of work Mom gets done.

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See?  Mom really needs me to come to work with her; I could crank out that abstract in, like, 30 seconds.

But until we can get around to visiting our bloggie friends, we will amuse you with some pictures from Frisbee Time today.  Keep in mind that Mom is throwing the frisbee with her left hand while fumbling with the camera with her right, so while the photo quality is not optimal, it's better than nothing...

Jaws of Doom will scare you into my clutches, Mr. Frisbee!

Abby does these amazing twisting flying leaping things. Sometimes she even catches the frisbee!

I got it!  No, I got it!

GOT IT!

Got it again!

Crazy puppy.  Doesn't she look like she's 8 months old?  Goofball...

Somehow, Frisbee Time always involves some zoomie time.

Frisbee zoomies!
Heehee!  Happy weekend everyone!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus