First of all, I am not ashamed of being called "Puddin' Head". It's not like I'm being called "Abacus" or something... ;-)
You may (or may not) have noticed that
the alien mutant pod puppy monster my dear, sweet sister and I have not had any WDWC (World Dog Wrestling Championship) match-ups as of late. This is totally Mom's fault. Up until a couple of days ago it has been blistering hot (we're in the mountains; 90 degrees is searing), and as a result,
so says Mom the backyard has been really dusty, and because certain dogs who shall remain nameless *cough*Abby*cough* end up rolling around in the dirt, Mom has been complaining about the amount of dust that we bring in after
my little sister gets schooled a friendly bout of bitey-face in the back yard. *sheesh* So we get a little dusty. What's the problem?
Anyhoo, Mom nixed outdoor bitey face.
I told her that I have the ASPCA's number on speed-dial, and that I'm not afraid to use it; Mom had the nerve to tell me that she didn't think my call would be 'high priority'. Whatever...However, it was rainy and cold and icky and damp a couple of days ago, and Mom decreed that it was okay for us to go back to our bitey-facing.
It's about time, lady. Thanks, Mom!
Let the games begin!







Let's just say that the youngster may be a hippobottomus, but she's no match for me!
On land, at least... I'll give her the water...


But hippobottomuses are NOT land animals...
I am a gazelle.

Whereas the Hippobottomus, is, well, not so much...

Oh, and here's a symptom of Puppy Brain Syndrome; the little mutant spent about 20 minutes trying to decide which of the two balls she should pick up...
Will she ever grow up?!? *sheesh*
*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Pod Puppy