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.