The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year!!!

OMD! OMD! OMD!!! It’s here!!! The Most Wonderful Time of The Year!!! No, not Christmas, sillies. Sure, that’s kinda fun, but this is even better It’s MangoMinster Time!!!


If you have never witnessed MangoMinster, you are in for a Serious Treat; MangoMinster is totally unlike those snooty dog shows that expect you to conform to some totally unrealistic super-model body standards and often have ridiculous haircuts as well. Seriously… who thought this was a good look, like, ever?

Or this?


Dude (or dudette – we can’t tell) – you clearly spend more on grooming products in a week than we do in a year!

Yeah, so, MangoMinster is not one of the those dog shows. It is a more, ah, egalitarian dog show. Your eyes don’t have to be exactly a certain number of centimeters apart, and you don’t have to be floofed out to within an inch of your life. You don’t even have to be a particular breed (a real bonus for mixed-breeds such as myself, and for the much-desired ‘mutts’ of the world). Heck, you don’t even have to be well-behaved (actually, there’s one category where you are rewarded for bad behavior…). You just have to have a desire to meet other doggies (and kittehs) (well, okay, since this is done online, you can be totally anti-social, if you want).

Really, all you need is a sense of humor and bloggie where other competitors, judges and the rapt audience can see you in all of your glory (good, bad, or totally cracker, as the case may be). Go check out the various categories, find one that you can shoe-horn yourself into and ENTER! All it takes is a blog post as to why you fit in that category (and a pee-mail to Mango’s Mom to let her know you are entering). It is Serious Funballs!!!

Why am I such a big fan of MangoMinster? It’s not just because I am a past winner (although I am). True, my family Totally Cleaned Up last year. See all those banners on the right side of the bloggie? Yep. Those are all the awards we won-

I was the judges’ pick for Best Sporty Dog (because I’m all athletic-like):


Mr. Bufus was the readers’ choice for Cat Dogs,

Yes, he was the epitome of the 'Man-Bear-Dog-Cat-Pig' class. Or whatever it was called. *grin*

TaiChi was both the readers’ choice and the judges’ choice for Bad Sports. I mentioned that there is a category where bad behavior is rewarded, right? Well, TaiChi was totally rewarded for her decades of mischief-making and evil-doing.

'TaiChi the Moocher' was just one of her many names... Cute, yes, but subtle she was not.

But the fame, glory and endorsements that come with winning a class in MangoMinster are not the best part of MangoMinster (even though it is pretty cool). Even the partying at the Mango Estate is not the best part (although that is fun, too). And the excitement of the voting is lots of fun, too. But the Absolute Best Part of MangoMinster is the chance to meet all sorts of doggies and kittehs that you might not have ever encountered before. I can honestly say that I met more friends from MangoMinster than anywhere else. It is, as the Relentlessly Huge would say, Total Funballs. Go check it out. You will not be disappointed!!!

My only question is where I should enter Abby.

She is totally shameless. Seriously. You should see her around the boys. It’s a good thing Mom got her spayed young, or Mom would probably already be a grandmother. I’m just saying…

Warning this next picture is R-rated. At least. Shield your eyes if you are of a sensitive nature.

Hey. You were warned. She is a total shameless hussy.

However, I have a feeling that she really falls into the family tradition of Bad Sports (here she is, at a mere 8 weeks old, having stolen my medium/large sized-doggie Jumbone; she didn't even have real teeth then).


Well, okay, she’s totally a bad sport. She still steals my bones, my toys, my treats. If I have something (even if she has the Exact Same Thing) she will bark and whine until she gets mine. Here is another example of her being at Bad Sport at a Very Early Age; she has the Exact Same Chewie, and she wants mine!


*sigh*

She is not a stranger to counter-surfing. She is a nudge – if I am getting scratchies, she will push her ginormous self between me and the scratchie provider. Yeah. Um. I could go on and on. And probably will. In another post.

Anyhoo. We’re totally excited about MangoMinster 2011. It is truly the Most Wonderful Time of The Year!!!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

I wish the camera really DID add 10 pounds

Some of my more astute followers of the 'round-the-clock bitey-face action that goes on in my house may have noticed that as of late there has been quite a bit more of this going on:


Where I am the doggie on THE BOTTOM. In the good old days, it was ALWAYS like this:

With Lard-Butt always on the ground begging for mercy.

Lard-Butt (and understand, new readers who have come here through the Blog Hop, that I have love in my heart when I call my dear little sister 'Lard-Butt') has also become Substantially Larger than me. Seriously. Look at this picture, taken today and undoctored. Even when I stand on a little hill, Lard Butt is Bigger Than Me.

Fr'instance, just look at her hind leggies compared to mine. I am all lithe and built for speed, while she's built like a cement truck.

Here's another angle. Look at that neck. I have a nice slim, poodle neck, and she's got the neck of a linebacker. (And she's taller than me. Not to mention wider.)

Do I look worried in that picture? You betcha. She's a MONSTER.

Yesterday, Mom and Dad decided to do a very unscientific weigh-in for the two of us. Keep in mind that Abby and I are biological sisters; exact same mother and father, we are just from different litters. Uncle Larry got on the scale and after we got his weight (don't worry, Larry, my lips are sealed! *grin*), he was handed me. I came in at a petite 50 lbs. Abby the Lard Butt was weighed twice (which, in hindsight, might not have been the best idea as Dad gave himself a hernia picking her up to hand to Uncle Larry...) and came in 65 lbs. HELLO?!? My sister is 15 pounds heavier than me?!? That's like a whole extra small dog.

*sheesh*

No wonder I've got my paws full with her.

A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do...

And not only is she bigger, but she's crazy. Seriously. Look at this; her head is on backwards!

Oy veh.

And what is up with the Crazy Eyes?


She's not faster than me, BTW. She's just too lazy to run all the across the yard (like it's So Far...) to get the frisbee...


As an aside, look at her running style compared to mine; I am all nimble-like, while she lumbers...


Help! I've got a herd of elephants chasing me! Oh, wait, that's just Lard Butt. Heehee.

It's a good thing that this is Abby's natural position in snow:

Seriously. She does this a lot...

As long as I'm quicker I think I'll be okay.

And I really do love her. And as the Thundering Herd pointed out, bitey-face with a hamster would be entertaining only once, and after that, not so much. So I guess I'll keep Abby, even if she has grown (and is still growing) into a Lard-Butted Hippobottomus! *grin*

*kissey face*
-Fiona the Petite and Abby the Hippobottomus

Haircuts!

So, today when Mom and Dad got all bundled up to go skiing, rather than leaving us at home to continue working on the mystery of how to open the fridge to wait quietly for their return, we got hauled off to the *gasp* groomers.

Apparently, Mom thought we were getting a little woolly.

Woolly? Us? Just because Mom and Dad had to turn on the air conditioning at night so that we'd be comfortable and could sleep. Even though it is 5 degrees out. And Mom and Dad hAad to bundle up in every blanket they own. Somehow they thought this was justification to haul us off to have our hair cut. *sheesh*

When we came home, I had a brief static-electricity moment that left me looking a wee bit like a member of an 80s big hair rock band...

But I got that sorted out, and now I look quite dapper, if I say so myself!

Whereas my sister still looks goofy.


She can't help it. She's just goofy. But her hair is shorter...

Of course, as soon as we came home with our spiffy new haircuts, we had to go remove the salon smell from us with a little bitey-face.


Heehee. Other than adding a little snow to our coats, our coiffures were intact. Aren't we pretty?

Heehee.

I think we are the best looking Goldendoodle sisters in Park City! *grin*

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

New year, same old frisbees

Heehee.

First, let me just give a shout out to Mom and Dad. As of today, they've been married for 6 years. Seriously. 6 years. We weren't around then, but our older siblings were there to celebrate the happy event:

See TaiChi down there in the left corner? Total Momma's Girl!

To celebrate today, Mom and Dad went skiing:

And we didn't even mind because we are still trying to figure out how to open the fridge were snoozing so we would be ready for Mom to spend some quality frisbee time with us.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!!

And now on to important stuff. It has finally stopped snowing (for now), and Abby and I have been able to get in some quality frisbee/bitey-face time. Just in case you were wondering, Mom brings out two frisbees, because sometimes somebody (whose name rhymes with 'Scrabby') pounces on one, and one has been lost so far...


We got in some zoomies, too...


Oh yeah. And Abby did her 'sit in the snow' thing...

Heehee.


Happy 2011 everyone!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus