Our weekend, in which I am pretty and we meet a boy

Heehee.  Another good weekend in the books!  We didn't go to doggie class this weekend because some people apparently thought they had a private lesson during the time we were to have our class, and they didn't want to make it a group lesson. (Really!  They must have never met us!   Hmmph!)  We hadn't yet left for class when Mom got the message, and since Mom was a bit under the weather, she didn't mind.  So we stayed home and napped.  And Saturday afternoon I had to go to the v-e-t for my annual visit during which I was told I was pretty (duh... as if I didn't know that already... although it never hurts to hear it from trained professionals).

Hi.  My name is Fiona and I'm pretty.

I also got stuck with a needle (which I didn't really even notice because I was more interested in the people telling me how pretty I am) and I had some stuff stuck up my snooter (which I noticed but quickly ignored because it's much more interesting to have people tell me I am pretty).  When it was all said and done, I am 56 lbs of very healthy prettiness.  Oh and Abby and I got our licenses renewed (although Mom wouldn't let me drive home - what is up with that?) so we are legal for another year.

Today we did our usual morning walkie followed by much frisbee time throughout the day.

Some of the action photos aren't the best, mostly because Mom is throwing the frisbee with one hand while trying to snap the picture, so sometimes the 'focus' isn't always the best.  But you get the idea from these!

Then, on our afternoon walkie, we encountered a boy who was wandering along the street.  When he saw us, he came running up to us, and once Mom decided he wasn't a threat, we all sniffed each other, barked a little, played a little, and continued on.  Mom thought the boy would head back to his house at some point, but he kept running ahead and then running back to us, and even though Mom kept urging him to go home, he stuck with us.  Of course he did.  Who wouldn't want to hang out with two fun-loving 'doodle gals such as ourselves?  When we got to our driveway, instead of continuing on his way, he followed us up the driveway, and when Mom opened the door to the garage, He.Walked. Right. In.  Like he owned the place!


Mom got us upstairs, and came back down to the garage to check out our friend.  It turns out his name is Rambo, and after some treats and some water, Mom found his name tag, and called his owners.  Rambo's family was visiting Park City from elsewhere and were off skiing, with no idea that Rambo had escaped from the house they were staying at.   Needless to say, they were quite happy to hear that we had taken him in, and about 45 minutes later, he was reunited with his Mom.  

However, I have to tell you, I thought Rambo was quite the handsome young chap (apparently he wasn't quite a year old).  And well-mannered, too.  We are very happy that it was easy to get him back to his parents, but we're also happy that we got the chance to spend some time with Rambo the Cutie!

Seriously!  How cute is he?!?

So yeah, it was a great weekend!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Mom's BACK!!!

Hi everyone!!! I'm BA-ACK!!!

And no, Mango, I'm not drinking "too much" coffee. Why would you think such a thing?!? (Did you forget that I'm half retriever? I can't help being a little, erm, excitable. Heehee!)

Mom made it back yesterday. Finally. She flew through North Carolina (and waved to The Herd - and she says she heard the 'woos' in response!) and then landed in Atlanta, Georgia. And then, well, you know what they say about "the best laid plans," right? Apparently, the plane she was supposed to take back home had, um, problems. I guess the "hi-drawl-icks" in the wing flaps had leaks or something. If she had taken AirFiona, she wouldn't have had these problems. (Given that AirFiona is strictly a 'fixed wing' based organization, and all.)



Mom had actually placed the call to the flight supervisor for AirFiona, and I had the rubber band wound up it all fueled up, and my flight plan almost filed when the air traffic controllers at Atlanta told me that it would be DAYS before I could get a scheduled landing time. Days! Can you believe that?!? I think that Delta is just trying to squash competition from us smaller, more nimble airlines. And, Mom called and told me that she'd be coming home on her "scheduled" flight. Scheduled, schmeduled. Did I mention that we at AirFiona are a proud airline? Yeah, I didn't think it needed to be said, either!

Anyhoo, after many hours delay, and the wings NOT falling off her plane, she made it home. FINALLY!!! Not that Dad didn't do a great job, because he did. But it was really nice to see Mom, since she was gone for SO LONG!!! And to make sure Mom knew how much I missed her, I tried to knock her down when she can up the stairs.

Oh, and to also let her know how much I've missed her, I threw up at 4am. And then again at 8am. (And to make the point clear, I have thrown up the last couple of days, so Dad would KNOW how much I missed Mom.) But Mom was a little worried, so she took me to the vet this morning after I threw up the second time. But the vet isn't worried; he thinks I maybe just ate something and once my stummy was upset, it just sort of stayed upset. So he gave me a shot than stung, and some pills that I'm supposed to take so that I won't throw up. Because while I REALLY missed Mom, I am not sure that cleaning the carpets is exactly what Mom thinks of as a sign of my love for her.

I made Mom sit down today and tell me all about her trip. And apparently, I have some cousins.

Here's my cousin Galen. She's a labradoodle, but Mom says she's smaller than me by quite a bit, but apparently at least as goofy. So she was the surrogate me, because Mom was going through "adoodle withdrawals".



Which I can totally understand. Because how could you NOT miss me?!?



And here's my cousin Tango. She's an older cousin, and apparently knows a good steak when she smells one.



Especially when my uncle is grilling it.

And in that same picture is my other cousin, Meringue, the cat. Mom says she didn't really get to meet her because she's a pretty aloof kitteh.

I guess I've got some human cousins, too, but, well, no offense, human cousins, but I was more interested in my furry cousins. But Mom's got some pictures of them, too, that she'll send out to the humans.

Oh! Yeah! And one other thing! We are going in The House With Wheels this weekend! There is a car race up in Idaho that Mom and Dad have had planned for a couple of months (pretty much since we raced up there last time). So, we are going to head up on Friday, and Mom and Dad will race The Big Yellow Car. Of course, I'll see if I can get some pictures of Mom and Dad while we are up there. But.... (say it with me) House. With. Wheels.!!!! Yay!!!

I'll try to get Mom to catch up on bloggies, but she is going to be busy packing for Idaho, so I'll do the best I can.

*kissey face*
-Fiona