We're Nekkid!

Heehee. That should bring in some interesting Google searches!

*ahem*

But really, we're nekkid.

You remember my shaggy face from just a few days ago?


Well, I am decidedly less shaggy now!



And my sister?

Shaggy.

Now, non-shaggy.

But still as goofy! Heehee!

However, now that I'm nekkid, I'm all sleek, and streamlined!


And much cooler! It was almost 90 today, and I gotta tell ya, it's nice to have gotten all those hairs cut off! And I'm sure I'll be super cool at my doggie class tomorrow! I'll keep you posted!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

My New 'Do, or Yes, Sir, I'm Ready To Enlist In the Marines, Sir

Yesterday was my haircut. My old groomers (who had this very handsome white standard poodle named Basil) have vanished, and Mom was forced to take me to this place called 'Doginhaus'. Uh-huh. Even Mom was skeptical. But I was in desperate need of a haircut. I was so woolly that Mom and Dad would have to open the windows so I wouldn't overheat.

Here is my before picture:

I am Most Woolly here. Not quite as long haired as my buddy Clive but Very Woolly for me.

Anyway, Mom wasn't super impressed with the groomers; she told them she wanted me to have a "poodle sport cut", and they said, "what's that", which concerned Mom a bit, and then the woman couldn't believe that I wanted a clean face like a poodle, and thought that Mom didn't know what she was asking for. Which frustrated Mom a bit. But since I was in desperate need for a haircut (not only was I Very Woolly, but I was quite matted from the snow, and my matted ears were making the perfect chew toy for my darling little sister) and Mom figured that unless they cut me or did something heinous like that, it would be tough to screw up my hair too badly, she decided to go through with it. Figuring that anything will grow out over time. Thanks, Mom. I think.

As I mentioned, my hair was really matted from the snow, so they ended up shearing me like a lamb. And frankly, it didn't turn out too bad. Although Dad says I got a full-body "high and tight"... I like it because you can see my beautiful snooter, my liquid brown eyes, and my long leggies!



However, having short ears doesn't seem to have made them any less of a target for the Little Beast.

There is a plus to my new look, however. I am much more streamlined for snow zoomies.


If you can't tell, it has been snowing all day, so The Little Monster Abby and I have been forced to amuse ourselves.

Heh. Do we look like sisters to you?

Yeah, I didn't think so either.

Hopefully with this snowy weather, Mom can help me get caught up on bloggies; The Monster has been sucking up all the time that Mom and I usually spend reading bloggies. (Or she'll start to attack me just as Mom and I are settling in for some good bloggie time. Youngsters these days!)

Anyhoo, while Mom didn't like the attitude of the woman who cut my hair, and won't take TaiChi there (when the woman said that nicking warts on old poodles like TaiChi "just happens", Mom decided that TaiChi would be going elsewhere), I like my streamlined look. And Mom and Dad are happy that I'm not tracking as much snow into the bed!

Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow to all you lovebirds!

*kissey face*
-Fiona

Of Haircuts and Snowsuits and Things

Mom’s been “busy.” Again. Some of her being “busy” seems to involve having a whole bunch of screens open on her computer and her doing a lot of tapping on the computer. And she calls that work? Uh-huh. Work. And then she’s been helping Dad with his work (well, she says she’s been helping Dad – I’m not sure how she can actually help Dad, since his work seems to consist of him tapping on the computer and talking on the phone).

She’s also been busy with starting to get us packed to take the House With Wheels to southern Utah (outside of St. George). Mom and Dad have pushed the departure date back to Monday, because while it has stopped snowing, it has gotten Really Cold. (And Mom got me a haircut. But more about that.) And it is cold in central Utah, too, and the roads (I-15, specifically) can get icy, and Mom and Dad don’t want to have to worry about the House With Wheels on icy roads. And it gives Mom more time to pack, because she’s been busy with this Other Stuff.

Other Stuff including getting TaiChi and Bufus into the vet, to make sure they are doing okay. Being old and all, Mom says they have to go in more often than me. The good news is that Mr. Bufus has medicine that seems to keep him from tossing his cookies when we are driving. Which makes Mom happy, as she’s the one who has to clean up, because Dad is the one driving.

Mr. Bufus, sleeping on Dad's head, and NOT tossing his cookies.

Mom has also started work on Christmas presents for people, so she’s been busy with that, too. But at least she can do that while spending quality time with me at the same time. So I guess I’ll let her do that.

Anyhoo, back to the hair cuts…. Yeah. Um. It’s like 3 degrees out (Note from Fi’s Mom: it’s in the low 20s at night and 30s during the day, so methinks you are exaggerating just a tad) and Mom decides that NOW is the time to cut my hair. By a professional, thankfully! (Note the second from Fi’s Mom: we are going to warmer climes in a couple of days, and I plan on taking you hiking, my dearest Fi-ster, and if I kept you with long hair, you’d get HOT. And you don’t like being hot. So just trust me on this kiddo.) AND. And, TaiChi didn’t have to get a haircut. She got her face and feet cleaned up, but HER hair stayed the same length. (Note the third: TaiChi doesn’t go hiking like you, and she’s got thin hair. And she’s OLD. She gets cold easily.)

Yeah, whatever. All I know is that TaiChi looks like she's got a snow suit on, while I look like I'm ready to be conscripted into the Marines.

Snowsuit.
Enlistee.

Seriously. Is that FAIR? Yeah, I thought not. But I guess I can't complain TOO much; at least I didn't get dressed up as a squirrel (or anything else, for that matter) for Halloween!!

Let's look at this again.

Pretty old lady modeling her snowsuit.


Me? High and tight. At least they left my ears at a respectable length. Private Fiona reporting for duty, sir!

*ahem. At least Mom takes me to a good groomer, and doesn't attempt to do this herself.

Oh, and you know what else Mom has been slacking on? Basil, the usually white standard poodle that the groomers have, and who hangs out at the shop pretty much every day, had been colored pink, and had been shaved in a really cool spiral look. Basil didn’t mind (we talked, and he told me); actually, he kind of liked it, because his parents colored him that way for a photo shoot, and he liked being the center of attention for the photo shoot. And actually, he looks quite handsome in a punk rocker sort of way. So Mom has to stop by get a picture of him, too.

So, since Mom’s been slacking, I’ll leave you with a couple pictures of late-night snow zoomies that I did a couple of nights ago when it was snowing. Now it's melting and muddy. Which is fun too, but these are sort of cool pictures.

Note my military-issue laser eyes!

These laser eyes are seriously cool!

Oh, and Mom wants to say something…

Thanks, Fi! I just want to throw out a huge thank you to my wonderful friend Vuboq for the AMAZING pottery that he sent me. But, being the slacker that I am, I haven’t taken any pictures yet; I actually want to wait until daylight to get the pictures so the flash doesn’t make the glazing look funny. But THANKS!!! Really amazing pieces! This guy is an artist!

*kissey face*
-Fiona, Private First Class

Oops I Ate It

Okay, everyone has been telling their stories about things that they ate, and I feel that I should jump in with a story.

First, me. My Dad is a musician (despite the video that I posted a few months ago, my Dad is a real musician; he’s studied for years, did professional gigs in LA for years and years, and then about 10 years ago quit because he had to focus on his business. Now, he’s got a band back together (and Grandpa calls him “Elwood” – did I mention that I am surrounded by geeks?) and they are looking to start playing professionally next spring. So he’s a serious musician. In case you missed it, here’s a link to his rough cuts album (his band at the time was the Manic Emotions) that was recorded right before he stopped playing 10 years ago. It was never finished, so it’s all rough stuff, but there are some pretty tunes. Mom’s favorite is Destiny Road – the vocals are totally scratch, but she loves the melody. And Mellow Drama? It’s a great song. And if you know Dad, it’s sublime!

Anyhoo. Being a musician, Dad spends A LOT of time listening to music. And to not drive Mom crazy, he listens to a lot of music on his iPhone. And he uses super high-fidelity headphones to get all the music-y bits.

Well. Let’s just say that those headphones? Erm. I believe he’s on his 5th or 6th set. Because, well, they are kinda tasty… This winter, in Arizona? One night, late at night, after Mom was asleep, Dad was listening to music, and he got up to go to the kitchen. He came back to discover his headphones in pieces. Me? I was sleeping innocently. But Dad left this note for Mom when she woke up the next morning.


And, unfortunately, the evidence, uh, came out a day later. While Mom didn’t show the remains to Dad, she verified that it was me who might have possibly destroyed a set of his headphones. But is it my fault? I don’t think so. I mean, Dad left them there for me, right? Can I help that they are tasty? And he never actually saw the evidence. So who's to say if it was me, right?!? Mom is easily bribed into silence....

Heehee.

But notice how I become Mom's dog when I allegedly eat headphones?

And in other excitement? TaiChi and I got haircuts for our trip to Nebraska. Here’s TaiChi doing her model thing. (Notice the head tilt? And the air of casual beauty? Yep, she knows how to work the camera...)



And me, being silly.

Heehee. I look like I've got a clown nose there!

Oh, wait. Here I am looking all cute. Watch out, Nebraska boys, here I come!!!


And here's a gratuitous Mr. Bufus picture. Dad likes 'Dibs' (ice cream thingys). And apparently so does Mr. Bufus. Maybe this should go in the 'Oops I ate it' section? (For the record, Dad did not actually let Mr. Bufus have any....)



*kissey face*

-Fiona