Abby says..

...&^%$ #$%^ ^&%$#@$ $%^#@#$% %^%$%^(**&&$%##!!!

Translation: Would you kindly throw the ball before I eat your face?


We had a snowy day a few weeks ago. I'm feeling silly though since the point of this blog was to keep track of Abby progress initially, and then also Ryan growing up. I've been doing neither!

So here are lots of photos:Ryan has obviously morphed into the devil in the past month or so:








I will write an update later. No news means things are going somewhat smoothly at least!

Abby, FD FDX

Abby had her first flyball tournament today! Even though I had to drive in a freak snowstorm at 7am to get there I still had lots of fun and I think Abby did too. She did really *really* well for her first tournament. She ran clean in all 5 heats of the first race but then noticed the other dogs in the 2nd race. She tried to eat one of them once but ran very nicely after that, and ran nicely again in her next race. By the last race she was done, though, and she freaked out completely when she realized there was a *gasp* MAN boxloading! He happened to be the same man who was boxloading the whole time, and who had fed her cookies in between races, but STILL. How *dare* he call her to come get her ball?

We ended up coming in 1st in Div 4. Yay! Unlike at agility, at flyball you get prizes. We got lots of food (dog food, obviously!) and some cool tug toys.

My fingers are crossed that Abby doesn't think that the next line of jumps in agility are flyball jumps!

We only have one toy.

Ryan found his old Sheepy toy.

And of course Abby suddenly had to have it.

Plan A: Tug

Plan B: Get really mad and bite Ryan's head.

I win.

Teen Angst

I confoozed. I like cookies.
You have got to be kidding me. What do you have to be confused about? All you do is run around like an idiot with your tongue hanging out. You don't have to worry about the short 2-legged squealers or the tall deep-voiced monsters. Don't be stupid.

But da happier I get, da less cookies I get. I don't get it. I run around fast cuz I'm so happy and I grab stuff to show becuz it's so cool! Den I get told to lie down. Like right now. I like cookies. I want dem.
Imbecile. Cookies come to those who work for them. You have to figure out the rules of the cookies. For example, if you scream a lot, you get a cookie when you take a breath but only if you hear the word "shutupowmyhead" first.

I like cookies. Dey fall from sky?

What was that about Border Collies and intelligence? He makes my mutt brain ache.

Drive or Driving?

Yesterday I wrote that Ryan seemed to be getting more drive as he matures. I guess he felt the need to show me that he actually wants to be driving, since I left him in the car for a while today and he ate my gear shift and my emergency brake. There may be more damage but it's dark out so I can't tell yet.

There is now a crate in the backseat of my car again. He should be in a crate anyway for safety since I'm sure he'd chew a seatbelt off of himself in a matter of minutes.

*Don't kill the puppy. Don't kill the puppy*