Mom....
Note from Dr. Liz: I was in another room when I heard Abby bark; she had taken the Frisbee off the table (which is a big no-no, but frankly, it was a bit hard to admonish her at the time because I was laughing too much - I did catch her at it again later and admonished her then...) and put it on my 'outside boots'. Clever girl. Not exactly subtle, but clever!
Right now it is "sleeting" and Mom has already let us out once to play, but she's muttering something about 'wet dogs' and 'not enough dry towels' as an excuse to not let us out again. *sheesh*
So here's a couple of a pictures from yesterday...
Yes, I can totally see where I'm going - this is just the most efficient way to keep the frisbee away from my dear sister...
Snow puppy. She's not as camouflaged as she thinks she is! Heehee.
And I have No Idea what Mom is talking about when she keeps muttering about 'wet dogs'...
Happy Friday!*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus
PeeEss: If you want a holiday card from us, please pee-mail Mom at lizdranowATmodernskiracingDOTcom with your snail mail address. Thanks!!!
