We're Hot Dogs!

Take that any way you want.  Hot or hawt...

But it has been unseasonably hot here...

"Hi.  We're 'doodles and we're hot."

Actually, it was super hot on Friday.  After work, Mom and Dad went on a bicycle ride, and when they came home, they were surprised to discover that the garage door opener didn't work.  Upon further inspection, they discovered there was no power.  After determining that we weren't responsible (I swear we didn't overload the outlets trying to crank up the air conditioner!), Mom and Dad went on the power company's website where they helpfully informed Mom and Dad that the power outage was due to "a power interruption."  Uh, no kidding.  Anyway, the power was off for almost 5 hours, and given that it was 97 in Park City (we don't EVER get that hot... well, hardly ever), we were roasting.  No air conditioning, no fans, not even much of a breeze.  Mom spent a lot of time encouraging us to lie down on the tiles to stay cool.  We were quite happy when the power came back on just before 9pm.

It has actually been quite warm all week, but we haven't let that interrupt our biteying and frisbee time.

We're all about Sisterly Love!

Mmmm.  Abby's ears taste like chicken!  Heehee!

Abby, you may outweigh me by 15 lbs, but I've still got the psychological advantage!

Yep.  Mad frisbee skills!  I has 'em!  Heehee!

There are actually fewer bitey-face and frisbee photos than usual because, well, it's been so hot that when we go out with Mom when she comes home from work, we prefer to hide in the shade.

"Move over.  My tail is still in the sun!"

Since Abby isn't super active in the heat, and she's got her therapy dog evaluation coming up in less than 2 weeks, Mom has been taking Abby to Home Depot, so they can work on being less doofus-y in public.  I'm not sure it's working... 

Look!  You can get a mirror with a goofadoodle in it for under $40!

Yuh.  She's so NOT being a doofus here.

Or here.  Especially since Mom was trying to make a statement with the caution tape...

Mom saw this and immediately thought of Granny, who is in a constant battle against her squirrels.  Mom was baffled, so I'm not sure what that means...  Heehee!

Not quite sure what Mom was trying to photograph here.  Like I said, it's a big request to ask both Mom and Abby to not be doofuses at the same time.

"Hey Mom!  I think this super cool washer-dryer set will even fold the clean laundry for you.  You totally need this!"

"And while we're appliance shopping, how about a new range?  I bet these cook doggie birthday cakes in half the time!"

"Yep.  It's still hot out!"

While Mom and Abby are having good times at Home Depot, I get to hang out with Dad.

"Hi Dad!"

Oh, and in one final bit of excitement, when Mom broke out the vacuum cleaner today, Abby and I decided to hop in Air Fiona and get as far away from Vacula as possible - we found ourselves near the Hagerstown (Maryland) airport.  Khyra's Mom was able to get a photo of us!

You might have to biggify that one - we still haven't gotten our Dreamliner yet, so we're still flying an older (and smaller) fleet...  Heehee!



*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

No Swimming!!!

Oooh, I am SO IRRITATED. Mom and Dad took us on our usual walk, and because it has been hot, Abby and I were both REALLY looking forward to our dip in the pond. The Mutant Puppy, being a bit of a "full-figured" gal (okay, so she's bigger than I am... Fine. I've said it. Are you happy now, Monster Tuchus? Maybe Mom will let me call you 'Lard Butt' now... No, Fi, I won't let you call her 'Lard Butt'. Only your father and I can call her 'Lard Butt'. You can use 'Big Doofus' however, if that makes you happy. Yes, it does. Thanks, Mom.) Um. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Abby tends to get hot on these walks (because it is hot out, and all, and despite her abnormally large tongue, she is not able to cool herself off through panting), and she REALLY looks forward to her dip in the pond.

But when we got there....

Oooh. The horror of it all. Young doggies and those of you with squeamish dispositions should NOT look at the next picture.

ANIMAL CONTROL?!?!?!?! Apparently they have actually changed their name to 'Animal Care & Control'. Uh-huh. Like that will cover up the fact that these are the people who haul alleged miscreants off to the clink. I. Don't. Think. So. These people are evil. But I won't even get in to that. But the stories I could tell you....

We are all licensed and up-to-date on everything, and were on leashes (like we are supposed to be - Park City has a leash law that is rarely enforced... This was one of those rare times, I guess...), so Dad made all nice like and asked the evil troll nice animal control officer if we could go swimming. We got a resounding 'NO'.

No?!?

Look at the beautiful pond. All cool. And wet.

And empty. Nary a swimming doggie in sight.

Not even our longing looks could sway the evil troll nice animal control officer protecting the lake.

Dad... Are you sure we can't go swimming?


We would have blown raspberries at the evil troll nice animal control officer, but we were too hot.


Evil troll from Trollville. *ahem*

Anyhoo, so the closest we got to water at the park was this:

*sigh* Notice how we are all law-abiding with our collars and leashes and things. And we still couldn't go swimming. *sheesh*

However, there is another, smaller park on the way back from the Park With The Pond that is guarded by the Evil Troll and Dad threw tennis balls for us there, so we could at least run around a bit. Which sort of made up for not swimming, but not really, because we were both pretty hot....

I let Monster Tuchus get the ball sometimes because, well, the poor thing was REALLY disappointed about the complete lack of swimming in our day. And look at her. She was HOT!

In a goofy-looking sort of way.

But at least we got some "illegal" off-leash tennis-ball-chasing time.

But no swimming. We are most distressed. I hope that this is just a one-time thing, and not something that is going to continue on for a while. Because Mom and Dad will have to find us a different pond that isn't blocked by an evil troll.
Don't we look distressed? And forlorn. And hot? Evil troll people.

*sigh* However, Mom says that there are some Big Adventures coming up, so maybe that will help us get over this drastic disappointment, cruelly inflicted upon us by evil trolls. However, I have seen some ladders around the house, and I don't like booming and banging, so I am not sure what she means...

Hmmm.... I'm not sure this is a good thing. Unless I can bark at the people on the ladders. And then I guess it could be okay.

*(dry) kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby, the non-swimming sisters

Disclaimer: This particular bloggie post does not reflect the opinions of me or anyone in this household. This bloggie reflects the opinions of that German Shepherd down the street who is always trying to make us look bad.

Zoomies

Sorry for those of you who don't have the bandwidth to view video....
It's been really hot here (for us.... 90+ degrees in the mountains is HOT - especially when you don't have air conditioning, because, well, we live in the mountains), so Abby and I have been confining our zoomies to the hours when the sun is behind the mountains...



And for those of you who don't have video, here is a picture of my mutant puppy sister sucking up to the camera....

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy