Rain and Travel and Stuff

*whew* Talking about harrowing travel. I’ve been going back and forth between Utah and MasterChewSits, and the weather has been terrible. And AirFiona doesn’t exactly have the latest and greatest high-tech navigation instruments.


Actually, AirFiona’s amenities are a bit, ah, sparse. I mean, the in-flight movies all star Will Ferrell. *sheesh*

Anyhoo, because of the weather, I’d had to fly directly to and from MasterChewSits without stopping at any of the Bad Sport contestants’ houses to sample the contents of their fridges um, I mean, to verify their stories of bad-sport-ed-ness. But if the weather cooperates, I’ll be raiding your fridges making site visits this week.

In the meantime, I have had my annual vet appointment, and I’m disgustingly healthy. I’ve also been practicing my bitey-face moves, so when Dexter and I next get a chance to play bitey-face, I’ll be ready.


And I got in some quality Frisbee time, too.


We had a minor anti-gravity incident, as well. :-)

Heehee.

Oh, and I mentioned it rained, right? Mom got the clever idea of putting us in coats so we could go play in the rain and not come back in looking like drowned rats.

That worked for me.


Not so much for Abby. She sulked and refused to move until Mom took her coat off. What a doofus! There were Frisbees to be chased. And yet she stood there. Weirdo.


I’m not 100% sure about this twin look, though.


I think it’s a genetic flaw. Apparently Granny used to dress my uncles (Mom’s brothers) in the exact same outfits, so whenever one got lost (like when my older uncle escaped the 'organized family fun' got lost at Paddington Station in London) Granny could just go to the nearest security person and point at my other uncle and say, “He looks just like him.” Apparently my uncles were not amused by this.

The coats were really nifty, but I’m not sure about being dressed like my sister. And we came in looking like drowned rats anyway.


Anyhoo, we’ve had terrible weather the last few days; rain, sleet, hail, wind. Our snow got really soft, and a few times Mom sunk in to the snow past her knees (snow that had been previously packed down firmly) and muttered a bunch of HBO words. It was better today, and it sounds like we might get a “real” storm (with snow) tomorrow. Which would be a good thing, because Mom and Dad didn’t ski the three days it was raining (they finally went today) which mean that they totally ruined all of our attempts to throw wild “open-the-refrigerator” parties.


*sigh*

On a final note, while I’m happy to see more and more Bad Sport entries for MangoMinster, there has not been a subsequent flood of bribes to the judge (i.e., Me). There are a few of you who have made some interesting offers (I’ll be stopping by this week, Brutus!), but I fully expect ALL Bad Sports to offer significant bribes. I’m just saying…

*kissey face*
-Fiona, and Abby the Hippobottomus

Where's my snow?!?

The perky weather person on teevee promised me snow. Lots of snow. And the radar looks promising.

I should mention that we live just north of the 'e' and the 'C' on the 'Salt Lake City' part of the map.

In fact, I was planning to throw a big sleep-over with all my Sibe friends. I anticipated snow ball fights, snow person making contests, and general frolicking in the snow. Mom even brought up some wood so we could have a fire and sip hot-toddies. But what do I get?!?

Rain. Lots of rain.

And mud.

And Mom isn't too keen on Abby and me frolicking in the mud; something about how my darling little sister would end up as a giant mud ball. Hmm. I have no idea how that could ever happen.

So, while we can go outside independently, and maybe, if Mom can find some rain gear (sort of like reindeer, but, I'm told, totally different.), we'll go on a walk. But mostly, we'll amuse ourselves with indoor bitey-face, and staring longingly outside for snow...



While we're waiting for snow, go vote for my new name tag (on the upper right hand of this page)!!! Don't forget that the individual who submitted the winning tag line will get a donation to his/her favorite animal charity, so vote early and often!!!

Oh, and Mom seems to think her latest cross-stitch effort is funny. I think it's funny because she didn't specific WHICH doggie did it! Heehee!

Woof indeed!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Just a short update

Hi everyone!!! We had a Very Exciting Afternoon yesterday, but it was Super Top Secret, and Mom has Sworn Me to Secrecy, so I can't say anything yet. But I'll just say that it was Really Exciting!!!

But since I can't say anything about the Super Top Secret thing that happened yesterday, and it is raining like no one's business (we know who to blame, BTW, but I think that is also Super Top Secret!), we don't have anything interesting to say. Except that I should go back to building my ark...

I've already got my life jacket handy.


Abby apparently did NOT read the instructions that the vet gave her, and as such has completely ignored the part where she is supposed to engage in 'minimal activity' for two weeks. As if!!! She has been such a Monster that the vet actually gave Mom some pills to give Abby that are supposed to sedate her. So far, I'd say the pills only kind of work. In fact, I've told Mom that she might want to see if she can improve our driveway with something like this:

If you can't read it well, it says 'Cave Canem' - which is Latin for Beware of Dog. Even the people in ancient Pompeii must have known about Abby the Mutant Puppy Monster... We TOTALLY need one of these mosaics at the bottom of our driveway!

And speaking of the Evil Puppy Monster? She is approximately 50lbs now (so when the two of us are wrestling, you've got over 100lb of dog flying around the room - quite impressive, I think...). But somehow, the Evil Puppy Monster is able to flatten herself out in such a manner that she is able to get under the bed.

Getting out, however, is sometimes a bit more of an issue. When she's lazy, she'll just stay under the bed and bark until Mom pulls her out by her leggies. Personally, I think Abby should just stay under the bed permanently. I'm just saying....

So until something interesting happens around here, I'm just going to dream about running around and playing with my toy.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy Monster