No Evil Troll Today

We decided to brave the park again today. There were thunderstorms forecasted for most of the day, but Mom and Dad were able to get us out early, before the storms came in.

I think the weather forecast must have scared away the "Animal Care & Control" troll away from our pond.

And of course, when the troll's away, the doggies will play!








All we can say to the evil troll is: neener, neener, neener. Heehee!

Oh, and we had a moose on our street. Hmph. Acts like she owns the place! ;-)

I guess maybe she does!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

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.

Oh Deer, It's Friday the 13th!

Thanks to Dennis, early this morning we were made aware of the fact that it is Friday the 13th. Which probably explains a lot of the unusual things we saw on our hike today.

First, before we even left the neighborhood (we weren't even off our street yet, actually) was this Mom and her two youngsters.


This Mom and youngsters is not to be confused with Momma Moose and Youngster that showed up in our backyard two mornings ago. I had gone outside to do my morning business, and when I rounded the corner of the house, I ran into a couple of big dogs. Well. One big dog, and one not so big dog. (Note from Fi's Mom: they were not dogs - it was a Mom Moose and her calf - at the time, all my brain registered was 'MOOSE' and trying to gently urge Fi back into the house, as moose and dogs don't mix - particularly mothers with calves...) I just wanted to say hi... Mom is saying how I should be more friendly to other dogs, but apparently these were not the dogs she was talking about. *sheesh* (Second note from Fi's Mom: no pictures of the moose because I about had a heart attack when I saw Fi moving toward the moose - who were (luckily) just sort of loping along, only mildly interested in her. My heart didn't stop racing for ages...)

Whatever, Mom.

So, we go on our usual route to The Park With The Pond, and we saw more deer. Mom was snapping pictures, because apparently it is unusual to see deer this time of year - it's a little early for them to be moving to Winter Quarters, so maybe they were all heading to a family reunion?

Anyway, we got to The Park With The Pond, and Mom wasn't even planning on taking pictures because she said (and I quote) "we don't need more pictures that look exactly the same". Huh? You can never have too many pictures of me. Never. They don't sell terabyte memory cards for no reason, you know...

Anyhoo, Mom whipped out the camera as soon as this little mutant ball thief showed up.


A Yorkie. You cannot be serious!

SERIOUSLY?!?

Apparently so.

This little terror, terrier was a ball hog, too. Look at this!!!

I mean, the ball has got to be half the size of the dog. Who is he kidding?

Us, apparently... The little terror scared us out of the water, and we headed to the grassy knoll field to play fetch with one ball (the other being having been sacrificed to the Lady of the Lake - in the hopes that she'll start dispersing swords...).

The hike ended well, though, because we got to see our favorite puppy, Hugo.

We think Hugo is a cutie-patootie. He's a 7 week old American Bulldog, and he is SO CUTE!!!!

I think Abby is sharing puppy secrets with him here...

In spite Dennis' dire warnings of maniacs, we have only experienced a mildly weird day today. How about you?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

More of the same...

*ho hum*

But what else are two young healthy girls supposed to do on a beautiful August day?

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy

My sister is SUCH a doofus!

Seriously. My sister is a doofus. You know how we go on these walkie-swimming-hikey things every day, right? And you know how my sister is this super swimmer, right? Well, she's great, up until it is time for her to leave the water with the ball. Let me explain.

We are all attentive-like, waiting for the balls to be thrown in the water. C'mon, Dad.

And we're both good when it comes to going after our respective tennis balls.

And the wee beastie swims like the Loch Ness Monster....


But as soon as she gets close to shore, she Drops The Ball. Seriously. Here she's got the ball...

And here she is two seconds later. Look at her and then look by her feet. That would be the tennis ball.


Look at this video. Do you notice how she looks around, trying to find the ball she just dropped? And you wonder why I say my sister is a doofus. *sheesh*

For those of you who are getting this bloggie by pee-mail, here is the direct link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z2bYiW14ZM

For those of you who can't see the video, here's a photo sequence. She's coming to land, and she's got the ball. Sort of.

Ooops... Not so much, now. Look closely in the grass and you can still see the ball.

And now? 'Where did it go, George'?

Oh, wait. That's the wrong picture. Here we go! *grin*

At least some of us can hold on to our tennis balls...

And speaking of tennis balls, we seem to be pretty popular at the water park. Everyone seems to want to play with our balls. If I knew how to include music, I'd cue an AC/DC song right now.... Heehee.

*ahem*


Anyhoo. Moving on. At the water park, there is also a big grassy area, and so when we are done with the water part of things, we move to the grass, so that those of us who have Mad Land Skillz can have our fun, too.

Because the tennis balls are still wet from the pond, they throw off water as they fly through the air.

Pretty cool, huh?

It seems to amuse the humans, anyway. Me? I just wanted to chase them!

Good times!!!

I would post more pictures of our adventures today, but the internet is being cranky and Mom is muttering a lot of HBO words, so I think I should quit while I'm ahead... So I'll leave you with just a couple more pictures. The first is my doofus sister being a doofus (as if you couldn't tell), and the second is where Mom found the shadows interesting. (Have you ever noticed how easily amused these humans are?)


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Puppy