Tuesday, January 6, 2015

And they called it puppy love-----

 

DSC_0725As mom told you this morning, we love,love,love the snow. We’ve been in and out a million times, at least that’s what mom says. Something about having to get up and letting us out and then having to get up  and letting us in……Oh well

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And this is what is called sibling rivalry. Don’t look to close at Annie’s crazy face, the minute this was done, she was kissing me hard. I don’t want you to worry, we never really fight, this was just good clean fun.

Go back to the first picture of the angelic little pups, that love you so much, and forget about the crazy one that came next.

Stay warm and dry,

the jeckal and hydes of the dog world,

Annie and Quigley

Just like mom promised-------

 

20150106_085409It came back. The snow that is, and we are so HAPPY. When we got up this morning, mom said we were going to be thrilled. Of course I (Quigley) figured she was going to feed us, that always thrill’s me, but that wasn’t it. Oh she fed us alright, but she opened the door to let us out and that beautiful, white, wet, fluffy stuff, came back.

The first thing we did, was run and chest bump each other. Then we rolled in it, and decided to try sledding, without the sled, just each other to ride on.

Oh the joy, when we came in, we were wet and covered with snow, but filled with love. For the parents, who let us act like wild animals (we keep having to remind mom that we are animals) and come in to warm by the fire, and on the couch. We sure have the life.

Hope your snow is fluffy, and roads are safe.

And know that the snow covered kids love you,

Quigley and qnnie

Saturday, January 3, 2015

It’s been a coughing New Year at our house.

 

20141225_095357I know New Years eve is suppose to be loud. You know with fireworks and bells and balls falling. But coughing????????

It all started with mom over Christmas, she was not feeling well at all, but she pushed through. She loves Christmas so much and she wasn’t letting a silly old cold stop her. But then she shared it with poor old dad, and it hit him REALLY hard. So instead of bells and whistles, we had coughing, loud and hard.

Mom’s really sorry, and I’m trying to be good, so he can finally feel better.

We would appreciate if you’d keep good thoughts for him, and please, don’t any of you get sick .

Hugs and kleenex, to all our friends,

Quigley, the care giver