Winter? Spring?

Mom was pulling some pictures off the camera from this last week.  We're a little confused as to what season it is, but it doesn't really matter as long as the frisbees are flying!

Welcome to April in Utah!  (Also known as Mud Season.)

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Our Week In Frisbees

Mom had big-time sickies this weekend (she's better now, but we were *thisclose* to taking her to the vet - we don't trust those human doctors...), so no doggie class for us, and no other big excitements.  Thus, we give you our week in frisbees.  You'll notice we started off the week with snow, and ended with mud.

Check out my Jaws of Frisbee Doom!

Lookit our snow!

Welcome to Mud Season!

"Hey Abby!  It's right above you!"

Perfect technique!

Have a good week!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Oue Weekend

Where to start?

Well... Mom decided this weekend would be the Perfect Time to cut our hairs.  Apparently, some of us were getting a little "shaggy".

I have no idea who she could be talking about.

Not me.  It must be Abby she was talking about.

Clearly Abby is the shaggy one.

And it's been quite warm (and all of our snow is melting), so Mom thought "we'd be more comfortable" with hair cuts.  

"We're suffering severe snow melt, and you want to add insult to injury by giving us haircuts, too?!?"

   
So Mom did the whole brushing, bathing, drying thing (at least I got to air-dry this time, as opposed to Mom using her evil air blower thingy that sounds suspiciously like an evil Vacula machine...) and then went straight in to the hair cutting thing.

"Smile all you want, Mom.  You're not the one having her tootsies tickled with a clipper."

Being all energetic-like, Mom groomed both of us in one day.  (Which might explain why Abby looks like she has leprosy.  Ok... Maybe not leprosy - she's just a bit uneven in spots.  But a man on a fast horse wouldn't notice, so why should we care?  Right?!?)

Nekkid doodles.

Once we were sufficiently nekkid, Abby and I went out and wrestled in the mud.  Because seriously, what is better than nekkid doodle mud wrestling?!?

 

And we wrestled in our diminishing snow because, well, we can!

So now we are all nekkid-like.  And, we might possibly be more comfortable.  But we wouldn't dare tell Mom that and let her think we actually approved of this whole grooming nonsense.  Heehee!

In addition to being made nekkid, we went to doggie class, and did our usual crazy doggie class stuff.

"Hi!  My name's Abby.  I perform circus tricks for cheese."

"Just another sighting of your friendly, neighborhood Fi-ster Bunny!"

"We hope everyone had a great Fi-ster!"

We were guinea pigs for dog trainers-in-training.

And Mom showed that she, too, could be made to perform tricks when bits of cheese were proffered.

So that was our weekend.  How was yours?

*kissey face*
-Fiona the Fi-ster Bunny and Abby the Hippobottomus

Happy Fi-ster!

Or Happy Easter, if you prefer!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

Another Funballs Weekend!

Before I get into our weekend adventures, I just want to let everyone know that we got some more snow this week (much to Mom's dismay - she, apparently, is "getting sick of winter driving conditions").  While Mom was griping, Abby and I took full advantage of the new snow.

Decisions, decisions!

But yeah, yeah, yeah.  We do the frisbee thing all the time. 

We had another super funballs doggie class this weekend.  If you recall, last weekend we did all sorts of stuff involving ladders, shopping carts other crazy stuff.  This weekend, we did MORE crazy stuff.

Last weekend, I was not super excited about the ladder portion of class.  However, I ate my Wheaties this weekend, and was So Ready to take on the ladder.

"Hi Mom!"

Yuh.  I totally ROCKED the ladder!

"Oh.  You want me to get down, too?"

"Piece o' cake!"

After the ladder, we moved on the step stools.  Why?  Well, our buddy Garth Riley is a super master trick dog, and he had some pictures of him being a tricky like.  Mom thought it would be cool if we could do something like that, and enlisted the services of Jessi (the turkey hotdog lady).

After trying several different ways to get us up on the stool, and discovering that the stools were not the most stable things in the world, Jessi decided a different approach - get us on the stools, and then have us sit.  We'll work on standing on the stools by ourselves when we find some stools that don't rock so much; Mom and Jessi wanted to keep this fun and positive.

Which meant that we got air lifted into position.

Jessi wore her back brace for moving the Hippobottomus!  Heehee!  Just Kidding!

"You want me to just sit here?  Next week I'll start juggling chainsaws, right?"

Once it was clear it could be done, I wanted to show I could do it, too!

First, Jessi wanted to show Riley, her dog-trainer-in-training, the appropriate way to pick up a doggie.

Then I got air-lifted down.

"See how high I can hold up my feet?  Heehee!"

But then I got down to business and sat on the stool, like my sister.

"Hi Mom!  Lookit me!"

THEN, Mom and Jessi thought it would be Super Cool if Abby and I would pose together on the stools.   You know how Archimedes thought he could move the world if he had a big enough lever?  Well, Abby and I can sit on stools together if we have enough cheese.

"Ahh!  The power of cheese!"

So yuh, we totally killed that trick!

Since we had a little time left in class, and our mentals weren't totally fried, Jessi brought out the flat bed trolley, thinking that Mom could drive us around the store again.  But then Mom mentioned how she would have to bring beads next time so Abby and I could start practicing for next year's Mardi Gras celebrations.  With a wicked giggle, Jessi dashed off while Abby and I hopped up on the cart like pros.

When Jessi came back, and we saw what she had in her hands, we demanded more cheese.

"Really, Jessi?  Bunny ears?  Really?!?"

"Psst. Hey, um, Fi.  How long do we have to wear these things?"

"If we look enthused, they'll take them off sooner!"

"Just keep that cheese coming!"

Yep, it's me, the Fi-ster Bunny!  (You might want to read that one out loud to get the joke...)  And my faithful sidekide the Fluffy Bunny!   The Easter Bunny brings colored eggs and chocolate and stuff, but the Fi-ster Bunny brings turkey hotdogs and bully sticks to all the good doggies of the world!

Heehee!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus