Anyhoo... This has been a busy week; I had a vet appointment in which they took pictures of my insides (I'm fine - and Mom was really tempted to take pictures of the person taking pictures of my insides but she was a little worried that they might actually find something so she was a wee bit distracted and thus no pictures - but again, I'm fine), Mom has been busy at work, and then Mom thought she had something wrong with her car and she spent Friday afternoon test-driving cars (no, really, she did - it was a slow day at the car dealership) while the dealership determined that there was nothing wrong with her car.
In spite of all that excitement, Mom has managed to find time to take "a few" pictures of us.
|"Why yes, this late afternoon winter sun IS rather flattering. Thank you!"|
|Does anyone see a *splat* coming?|
|Definite Doodle Launcher malfunction!|
|Here it appears the Doodle Launcher has blown a gasket...|
So while Mom is considering repairs on the Doodle Launcher, we've managed to still have Fun With Frisbees!
|Got it again!|
|Mom's first successful attempt at getting a picture of me running with a frisbee.|
And Abby continues her rehearsals for that famous ballet, Doodle Lake.
While we were having fun, Mom somehow got the idea that we should get baths. (The weather has been quite warm for us for this time of year - in the lower 40s during the day - which isn't doing much for our snow, incidentally...) Baths are fine. But unfortunately after Mom brushes us out after our baths, there are times that she decides we are 'wooly', and even 'shaggy'. This was one of those times...
Who ya calling wooly?!?
|Okay, Abby is a little shaggy. I'll grant you that.|
|Me? Shaggy? Naw! I'm just going for that bohemian look.|
|"She can't be talking about us. She must be talking about some OTHER shaggy dogs." "Totally."|
After our morning walkies, Mom put on her extremely flattering *cough* grooming attire (which is about 10 sizes too big - she bought them in a medium, but apparently a medium in groomer's clothes is like a 3XL in normal people clothes - Mom does not understand why that is, but since it keeps most of our hair from getting on her, she's sticking with them), put on the music and broke out the clippers.
Me, I'm okay with the grooming thing. It's not as fun as frisbees and walkies, but I can live with it.
|You can just hear Abby: "Dad? Can you save me from this? Please?!?"|
|Note Mom's look of stern concentration, her death-grip on Abby's face, and Abby's complete lack of enthusiasm (and Mom's highly attractive ginormous grooming top decorated with well-behaved poodles).|
But when it was all said and done, we were decidedly less shaggy, and yet not so nekkid as to be cold, if cold weather ever comes out way again.
|Abby, looking almost like a respectable doggie.|
|My ears are really not as choppy as this photo makes them look - I had just finished a vigorous frisbee session.|
Mom, of course, also tried to get some shots from different angles, including her odd position where she gets down on the ground and looks up at us.
|"Hey, Mom? Whatcha doing down there?"|
|"Fi, don't tell Mom, but I think she dropped her treat bag. I've got my sights on it!"|
Of course, all the excitement of baths and haircuts and whatnot has left us sleepy...
|Zzzzzz... (Yes, this was a pre-haircut photo, but Mom rather likes it.)|
Anyhoo, we look forward to being more aerodynamic in our frisbee escapades! Have a great week!
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus