Whackadoodle Wednesday

As you probably know, my sister and I are half Standard Poodle and half Golden Retriever.

Today, my sister showed that she really is only half Retriever.

See all those frisbees at her feet and the expectant look on her face, waiting for Mom to throw another frisbee?  Abby's Retriever half is clearly the half that chases things down, and not the half that actually brings things back.

Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Haircuts and Frisbees

Just a quick post here; Mom thought we were getting a bit wooly and dragged us off encouraged us to enjoy a spa day. 

"Before" photo...

Who ya calling 'wooly'?

"After" photos...

Okay, so we're a wee bit less wooly now.  And apparently Mom is much happier that we are not roasting in our dog suits.  Something about now she doesn't have to turn on the air conditioner when it's 60 degrees out.  I have no idea what she's talking about.

Anyhoo, after the haircuts, Abby and I enjoyed some frisbee time.

Some of us even managed to catch the frisbee.

While others of us were, apparently, just going for style points.

No, she didn't catch it, but she did actually manage to land on her feet.  Which is kind of amazing given that at least one of her feet is at head-level when this photo was taken.   And yes, she really IS all legs like that.

Heehee.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the (flying) Hippobottomus

Happy Almost Birthday to Me!!!

Yes, it's true, it's my birthday on Sunday!!! I'm going to be 3 years old, and I'm sure Mom's got all sorts of exciting things planned. Like trying to get me to wear the silly birthday hat that she's tried to get me to wear on my last two birthdays.

My first birthday...

Note my wild enthusiasm...

We move on to my second birthday....


I sulked enough that I convinced Dad to convince Mom to not try to put that hat on me...

If my dear sister Abby REALLY wanted to give me a good birthday present, she'd pull the hat off the shelf where it's stored and eat it. I'm just saying....

So, I've got my paws crossed that Mom doesn't attempt anything silly like trying to put that hat on me. Besides, I've got much more exciting plans, like testing out this 'lawn' Mom has been working so hard on.

I'd like to get in a little frisbee time...


And putting the smackdown on my sister


Yep. Good times! And with luck, there will be No Silly Hats involved. I'm giving Mom the evil eye as this is being typed. NO SILLY HATS! Well, unless there are copious amounts of treats involved, and then I might consider, possibly, maybe, allowing another attempt at the silly hat.... But they'd better be GOOD treats. Like cheese. And turkey hotdogs. And steak bits. I'll keep you posted.

Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona (the birthday girl) and Abby the Hippobottomus

Photos, Day 7

Woo-hoo! We've made it through an entire week of daily pictures!

Let's see. What have we learned? 1) My sister is a bully, 2) my sister is WAY bigger than I am (and has thus earned her the nickname Lard Butt), 3) my sister has really strong legs that power that large bottom of hers, 4) while I'm quicker and wiley-er than her, there are just some laws of physics that cannot be denied, and 5) I may be smaller, but I'm still the older sister. Neener, neener.








This next picture is what is classically referred to as 'ass-over-tea kettle'. You know those laws of physics I mentioned earlier? Yeah. Um. I'm not super happy with Isaac Newton at the moment.















Happy Sunday!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Lard Butted Hippobottomus

Photos, Day 5

Well. Mom certainly made today's photo edition a challenge for herself; we were at daycare from about 10:30 to 3:30 (Dad's got a bit of a cold, and Mom thought that Abby jumping on him all day wouldn't help him rest, so we went to daycare - which is fine by us - it's always good fun!) and so all of Mom's pictures were taken early in the morning, or late in the afternoon, after the sun had gone down past our hillside. Apparently it's tough to get 'good' bitey-face action shots in low-light. Or maybe Mom isn't using the right setting on the camera. Or something.

So, Mom wasn't as happy with her selection of photos from today as she has been in some of the past days, but since she's committed to posting a few photos each day, here ya go. These pictures are presented in chronological order, BTW. Abby and I tend to go from tug-o-war to bitey-face to standing around in a random sort of way; Mom just takes the pictures.

But Brutus, if you want frisbee shots here you go. ;-)













*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus