Monday, January 20, 2014

Of Frisbees and Stolen Hair and LOTS of Photos (surprise, surprise...)

Seriously, if there is a post that has less than 87 pictures in it, assume our Mom has been abducted by aliens and has been replaced by a pod person.

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!"
The duct tape that Mom used to fix the Doodle Launcher last week may not be holding...  Luckily, Abby is always the test pilot.

Does anyone see a *splat* coming?

Definite Doodle Launcher malfunction!

Here it appears the Doodle Launcher has blown a gasket...
Mom is now deciding if she should repair the Doodle Launcher, or if she should take Dennis the Vizsla's suggestion and build a Doodle-pult, or a Doodle-Trebuchet.  Of course, we think any suggestion from Dennis should be considered carefully, as Dennis is known for zany antics that usually end up with him being busted out of jail by Bugs Bunny and/or Ninja Hedgehogs wild adventures that don't always work out exactly as he intended.

So while Mom is considering repairs on the Doodle Launcher, we've managed to still have Fun With Frisbees!

"Coming through!"


Got it!

Got it again!

Mom's first successful attempt at getting a picture of me running with a frisbee.

Crazy puppy!
Mom was rather pleased with the 'running with frisbee' shots (she's still learning her camera) so she got a few more.

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."
Yeah, well, once Mom gets an idea in her head, it's hard to get her to drop it.  So today (Monday) she decided to take advantage of the three-day weekend (and the fact that neither Mom nor Dad wants to venture out of the house while the Sundance Film Festival is in swing because the traffic is quite bad - something about former mining towns generally only having one or at most two ways in and out, and a zillion people coming in for all the festivities and the skiing) to Steal Our Hair!  

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?!?"
Abby is not quite as tolerant of the whole grooming process as I am; she tends to move around alot, doesn't like having her feet touched and is (and I quote Mom here), "a bit of a challenge".

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!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus


rottrover said...

Fi! Your moms pictures are getting really good. We can really see the improvements. Tell her to stop, cuz she's making our mom look bad. She knows Auto and Action settings. That's it!!


Molly the Airedale said...

Your mom takes the absolute BEST photos of you girls!

Love ya lots♥
Mitch and Molly

Dexter said...

With the doodle launcher on the fritz, looks like mom has been forced to work on running doodle action shots. Outstanding.

The grooming thing looks terrifying. I recognize that death grip and clenched jaw. Momma does that when she wants to look at my toofers.

The giant poodle attire is lovely. Better too big than too small, right? Don't want any momma butt crack photos.


Cowspotdog said...

those action shots are amazing !

Frankie Furter and Ernie said...

WE would LOVE fur you to make a Doodle Trebuchet... THAT would be somethingy to see fur sure.

We are THRILLED to learn that there is nothing wrong inside you. BUTT good grief... you don't already have enough pix of your OUTSIDES..NOW your mom is wanting pix of your INSIDES TOO??? Astonishing.
Our mom needs one of those cool shirt thingys fur when she Buzzes our Feets.. BUTT since she sits on the floor to do it... SHE would need matching PANTS and Socks to go with it.

Murphy said...

Great action pics. BUTT I am upset with you. Mom is looking at tables and I know no good can come of this!!!

Your Pals,

Murphy & Stanley

Kari in Alaska said...

always with the hair stealing. I think yall need dreads

Stop on by for a visit

Unknown said...

Woof woof! U are so cute!! :)

Anonymous said...

Oh my. I'm exhausted.

The Adventures of the LLB Gang said...

We're with wore us out. I do think that maybe Dennis has a point about the doodle trebuchet....just think of all the Doodle/Visla adventures you all could have!!

Dory, Arty, Jakey and Bilbo

The Army of Four said...

Wait. Wait. I know I'm just a puppy, but HOW did your mom take pix of herself grooming you!?!? I'm most confused!!!
The only pix my mom has gotten of ME running with my Floppy Disc are me running the other way with it. Ha roo roo roo!!! Oh, how I love being a Siberian!
Yours sincerely,
Maggie Thatcher


Love those close ups of your beautiful faces! I think it is awesome that your Mom thought to do test drives to kill time at the dealership. (They didn't know she's a race car driver, huh?). I was previously impresses with the grooming skills. You took it to a whole new level with a grooming jumpsuit AND a real grooming table. Dr. Liz is my hero!

The Oceanside Animals said...

hello fiona and abby and dr liz and gary the silent husband its dennis the vizsla dog hay i am glad to see yoo ar stil having lots of adventchers in the snow eeven if the doodle lawntcher is stil showing sines of misbeehayvyor!!! thank yoo all for yore kind thawts abowt my brother tucker dooring owr diffikult week!!! ok bye