What we are Thankful for------

 

Well of course, we are thankful for being adopted by mom and dad, and the fact that they let us sleep on couch’s and beds and anything that happens to be soft. That they take us to the farm and let us run like wild animal’s and play with Andy and kiss Camille.

That our family includes Aunt Maria and H and Aunt’s Sue Ann and Cookie and our softy uncle Eddie.

But lets face it, today is about food and WE LOVE food. Can you believe the size of this turkey? Just for the two of them, and do you think they will share with us? NOPE, not one bite.

And then there is our crazy dad. He makes mom laugh all the time. We aren’t sure just what he was doing here, but whatever it was, it made them happy.

One more thing we are thankful for, it’s all of you who come and visit when we have something to say. You are the best.

So a blessed and happy Thanksgiving. May your days be happy and your belly’s be full, and always remember,

we love you.

Annie and Quigley

Look, there are only 4

 

legs that is……..

My mom is a wonderful woman, but sometimes she says the silliest things. I overheard her telling dad that at night, when she is trying to sleep, I grow lots of legs. Now I’m not sure just what she means by that, as you can see, I only have 4 legs, and adorable, strong ones they are.

It seems that even though she loves that I sleep on pillows above their heads, there are times that when I stretch out, I encroach on her space. (Like that space didn’t become mine, when we moved in) Anyway, she seems to think that my legs multiply by at least 4. I can’t help that my feet often end up in her eye or ear, and sometimes, (now this is a mistake) in her mouth if she should yawn.

So anyway, I’ve got proof now. 4 legs, 4 feet, that is all I have, and she’ll just have to deal.

Hope you can stretch out as much as you want, and that you always have someone you love on a pillow above your head.

Love, the misunderstood,

Annie

We finally figured it out……

 

As you know mom and dad go down into that black hole that they call a basement, a lot…….

Annie and I don’t trust it, so we NEVER go with them down there.  But I think we finally figured it out’

They grow trees down there. Once a year they head down and come up with one of these.

Oh it doesn’t look like this when they first bring it up, it’s kind of bare and in pieces.

But mom seems to be so proud of their work that she insists on dressing it up. We have to admit, it looks pretty when she is done, and Annie especially likes it. It give’s her one more thing to guard.

So if someone you love disappears into your black hole, keep hope maybe they will come up with one of these.

Here’s to bright lights and songs that you like to sing along to, and lots of smiling mom’s.

Love, from a getting decorated house,

Quigley

Mom’s been so busy

 

 

I tried talking to dad about it, but honestly, sometimes he just ignores me.

Mom loves doing craft stuff. Now I don’t know if you know what that is, but I’ll explain. It is when she go’s into the sunroom, and makes a major mess. Now we are NOT judging, but if we did that---wooooo, just saying.

So anyway, her craft fair is today. Lucky for her Aunt Maria took all the stuff to her house to sell, but she got commissioned to do something else, so the mess continues.

Quig, has a hard time,making sure she doesn’t overdo. It wore the poor little boy out. Here he is protecting dad’s Uggs, and making sure nothing bad happens to dad’s feet.

It’s Ugg weather here, cold and snow coming. With any luck, we will have some pictures to share soon.

Stay warm, and make a mess if it makes you happy. It sure does mom, and as we have always heard, when momma’s happy, everyone gets to be happy.

We love you,

Annie and the worn out Quig

How mean can a parent be?

Meat----pork actually. Juicy pork that mom made sauce with. Oh the smell’s----the fragrance is amazing-----tempting.
We are not allowed people food, but you have to admit, they are just being mean, letting me get so close and not giving in.
Could you resist this face? Could you say no? I swear sometimes I think I need to advertise for a new home, one that lets me eat all I want, when I want and whatever I want.
But to do that I’d have to leave sissy, and dad, and my mom. I just don’t think any food is worth that. But if any of you want to baby sit me and let me eat off of your table, I’m yours for a weekend.
Love, the very hungry,
Quigley

We’re just a couple of kids

who happen to love each other.
The word is, soon it won’t be as empty here. No their not getting another dog, mom is revving up to start her Christmas decorating.
Now we kind of remember what that is all about, lots of boxes, and nowhere for us to sleep until all the boxes go away. It gets really cozy and warm when the tree goes up, be don’t really understand it, but we like it anyway. Especially the part about Santa and us opening gifts.
So we decided to just enjoy the room for a little while longer, and then enjoy the warmth.
Have a restful day, and get as close to the one you love as you can.

Love, the snuggle bunnies,
Annie and Quigley

And they say…..

 

Quigley is a cuddle bug. Just look at this. This is my Aunt Sue Ann, she’s dad’s sister. She was here a month or so ago, and I really liked her. She said she is a cat person, now I’ve got nothing against cats. I even lived with one when we went to Camille’s (but to be honest, I’d put up with anyone, or anything to see Camille) but I’m not sure a cat can give this much BIG love.

So when she would be getting ready to eat her breakfast, I’d sit with her, just to make her smile. It worked every time.

This is proof, beautiful, sometimes aloof girl’s really are nice. Okay, so I’m never aloof, but you get the idea.

Have a wonderful day, and I hope you have someone to snuggle you when you are eating your breakfast.

Smooch’s

Annie

Mom says it’s our day to vote.

 

So we really don’t know what vote means, but it seems pretty important to the parents. Because of that sis and I are thinking pretty hard on what to vote, on or vote, for,or vote to  eat,. Like I said we just don’t understand what we are suppose to do with it.

But that doesn’t matter, if the two leggers want to do it, we’ll do it too. Oh yeah mom said, we can’t actually vote, but since Annie is trying to take dad to the car, they will probably lets us go for a ride.

Get out there and do the vote thing, it seems to make mom happy.

Love, always learning something new,

Quigley, and Annie

At the end of a busy day…….

 

This  is my very good friend Andy. The proof that he is my bud is, he is sitting by my mom and I’m on the floor at dad’s feet. We had a full day that day, running and dancing around like crazy kids. Dad’s asleep on the couch next to our girl, so all was well.

Mom tried to talk Andy’s mom into letting him come home with us. And even though our back seat is a little small for 3 dogs, we would happily have made the sacrifice to have him here full time. Well at least I would have, I’m not so sure Annie would love having him here for always. She is a little possessive of me after all.

Anyway this is a sweet memory, one mom promises will become a reality again.

Wishing you a best friend that isn’t your sibling (they have to love you, it’s nice having someone else love you by choice) and someone to run around with and act a fool with.

Love,

Quigley and Andy……

You never know what’s hiding under a leaf.

 

We love fall. It’s a great time of the year. The air is cool and clean, our crates, full of quilts and pillows are so enticing, that we often burrow deep inside to take a nap.

But the best thing is the leaves. We love running through them, sniffing under them, and just watching them fall. Did you know that when the leaves are on the tree they start out as one color, and then change into another color before they hit the ground? Now that is one cool trick.

Mom says Annie’s most favorite time of the year is right around the corner----snow time. I think that may be what Annie was looking for underneath this leaf. Silly girl….

Anyway, hope your day is just what you want it to be, and if you get too cold, just find a big old crate full of comfort and crawl right in.

And if you can’t find one,  your more than welcome to come and share ours.

Love, your best buds,

Annie and Quigley

The only downside------

 

to going to the farm is getting burrs in my hair.

Lets face it, I’m a really pretty girl, with really pretty hair. EVERYONE says so. And I’m proud of my looks, some say it’s a little frivolous, I say it’s honest. Anyway, I don’t like having my hair messed with. It’s a little curly and very thick, actually luxurious is the perfect word for it; but when it gets stuff in it---yuck. Dad seems to have a lot of patience and gets some perverted joy out of pulling my hair. He will work lots of minutes (feels like hours to me) pulling and tugging, taking them out one by one. And they expect me to be patient, (not one of my virtue's) and just stand there, letting him pull and pull. I have to admit I was more patient that day, than normal. Something to do with all those people who needed to be impressed with me, and needing to be beautiful, so all those other dogs will bow to my will.

To be honest it is a small price to pay, to be able to run free with my brub and that pesky Andy. And something I’d be willing to do any day.

So here’s to you never having to have your hair pulled. And always being able to run free, with your friends.

Remember I’m here if you need me.

Love, a burr free,

Annie