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

This is our friend Rocky

We had a magical weekend. We got to go the farm and see all our four legged friends, and our two legged girl too.
Andy was thrilled to see us again, and the running and licking and carousing started the minute we got out of the car. Annie tried to take over, by barking and getting between Andy and me, but we are bigger than she is, and we just weren’t having it.
Dad took a lot of pictures, mom took a few, but mom loved this one the best. This show’s how much I loved the freedom of running hard and fast and far.
The only problem---I don’t want dad to put me on that silly leash anymore. I proved I’m big enough and smart enough and BRAVE enough to be by myself. He keeps saying something about cars running over me, or someone trying to steal me, but I don’t think that will happen. Doesn’t matter though, they ALWAYS get their way.
So here’s to a day, where you can run free, and walk by yourself, and always have someone who loves you close at hand.
That someone is Annie and Me,
Love, Quigley

Smell the WHAT????????

 

Mom says we need to stop and smell the roses. Something about enjoying the world that we live in------anyway dad was walking us before we went to visit Andy--------- And I thought I figured out what she meant about flowers. But then they laughed at me, they said those are not flowers, but mushrooms. I don’t care what they call them, I call them interesting. If you make the picture bigger you’ll see how pretty they are. Oh you don’t need to worry, I didn’t eat any, dad wouldn’t let me.

We went to see Andy and Norman and Lady over the weekend, and boy did we have fun. Mom and dad took lots of pictures so I guess we’ll be stopping in more often in the next few days.

I want to move to the farm, but mom said I had to come home with her, such a party pooper…….

So until tomorrow, smell the flowers, or whatever you want to smell, and don’t let anyone laugh at you.

 

Love, the very sweet and gentle,

Quigley