I can finally stop worrying…

 

Well we are back from the vet’s office. And as usual, Quig had a wonderful time. He jumped and kissed, twirled around and just generally smiled.

Me I worried. They take him away from me, every  time. They take him into the back, where they never let me go. Plus, mom said something about blood tests…..oh no.

Anyway, we went, we saw, we conquered. Big Doc, said, that Quig has NO, did you hear that NO, clinical signs of the disease anymore………I am jumping through hoops with joy. And mom, well you know mom, she just keeps saying” Thank You God”…….

Quig, well, he’s just napping on the couch. Loving so many girls is hard work. We want to thank all of you for keeping him in your thoughts and prayers. Doc doesn’t thing we should ever have to deal with it again. A slight case that went away with medicine and care, and lots and lots of prayers.

May all your prayers come true. It is such a happy feeling.

 

Love you all bunches, Annie and a healthy Quigley

Keep a good thought…..Please

Today is the day we go back to see Big Doc. I haven’t been there in a month. I got my last (Please God, as mom likes to say) Prednisone, on tuesday and will get my blood work done today. If all goes well, (again a Please God) I should be done with all this silliness.

So we would appreciate some good thoughts sent our way and a lot  of Please God’s, if you don’t mind. I have to admit, I can’t wait to see my girls.

Love, a little apprehensive. Quigley’s mom

Just a couple of kids………….

 

Enjoying the sun on a summer day.

Well it seems to be official. Summer has arrived. We can tell by mom complaining all the time about how hot it is. We don’t agree, we love sitting on our deck’s ramp, in the sun. But oh how she fusses at us. “It’s too hot, babies, come in the house. You’re gonna have heat exhaustion if you don’t come in soon. Okay, that’s enough, in the house NOW,” Geez, all we wanted to do was bask at little.

But one thing, when we come in we get our favorite treat. Ice Cubes. They are the best. I, Quigley, love them the most. Mom said I get at least 4 whole trays a day, all by my self. Oh, it’s a good life.

Hope your deck is warm, the sun is bright and your ice cube trays are full.

Love, the sun bathing beauties,

Quigley and Annie

It was a mistake, I swear-------

 

Look at this face. Does it look like a little girl who would intentionally do------

THIS? 

I swear, it was an accident. I know this is, make that was, mom’s pillow. And that she loved it. It was old and used for many years, oh boy it was soft and smelled like her.

But it also smelled like these, feathers…..yum. And I had to investigate. I mean, who knows what could have gotten in her pillow. I really thought I had gotten away with it too.

You can only imagine the surprise  when mom went upstairs to go to bed last night and she found feathers ALL over her side of the bed, and MY surprise when she got mad. But to her credit, she never said one word about it to me. I did hear her complaining to dad though. Whoops, I made a mistake.

The pillow is gone now, so I figure I’m safe.

Who knew???

Love, the feather covered Annie……

You’d think I NEVER do anything.

 

This seems to be my mom and dad’s favorite view of me. I’m sure you all think this is all I do.  Not so. I can wiggle my tail like nothing you’ve ever seen. It goes round and round and round, really fast. Just like a helicopter. At least that is what mom calls it.

I bounce when I walk, I make people smile, I run with my sissy and sometimes at her. (That last one makes mom crazy) I could sniff out the smallest of birds and sometimes fish bones. Oh boy is that a story.

You see we have a fish pond ie doggy pool come this summer. And our one big fish got caught in the pump. I guess it didn’t make it because the neighborhood cat (oh yeah, I forgot about that one, I chase cats that come in my yard) must have gotten it, right before we came out for our last run of the day. Mom is guessing that we scared that darned cat so bad, it dropped the bones. You’ll never guess who found it—yup ME, oh don’t feel bad for sissy, I shared.

You wouldn’t believe how good nasty old fish bones smell to a nose as big as the one I’ve got. And I couldn’t help my self, I just had to roll and roll and roll in it. Of course I decided to show off to mom as soon as I came back into the house.

Her reaction, was not what I wanted. She started yelling “oh no, what did you do”, not quite the reaction I expected. Then she sprayed me with something that smelled really bad-at least to me. And then, they gave me a mini bath. Oh the indignities.

So learn a lesson from me, just keep your nose tucked under your foot. You’ll get into a lot less trouble that way.

Love you bunches with his nose tucked safely away,

Quigley

People let me tell you’ bout my best friend.

 

It’s true, we just love each other. We play, we share, we run, really hard. We’re just plain old best friends. We came here together, and we knew each other then, and liked each other. But now, well we’re just inseparable. Mom says that’s a good thing, we say, it’s a great thing.

Mom said this is Memorial day weekend. Wow, it get’s to have a whole weekend to celebrate this day. Summer officially has arrived, (although it’s only 34 degrees here), but mom said that the real reason we celebrate, is , friendship. I guess there were people who gave up everything to protect us, to keep us safe. That makes our friendship seem small. So even these two little dogs say THANK YOU. You made it safe not only for the wonderful people of our world, but for even the little creatures of our land.

May all of you, all over the world, who come to visit us every day, be safe and happy. May everyone celebrating Memorial day be laughing and eating and remembering all of those who came before us and gave so much.

Friendship is a wonderful thing, and we cherish yours.

So off for a happy and safe and friendship filled summer.

We love you all, the

the very thankful, dynamic duo,

Quigley and Annie

Oh the stress of writing a blog.

Okay, so I know you all think mom listen’s to what we say, or watch what we do and then puts it into human words for all of you to read. NOT SO. As you can see here, I slave over the stress of it. Typing with paws instead of fingers is no easy task. But I persevere and when it’s finally done, I rest.
Of course I need to check my nails. Typing is so hard on mani –pedi’s when you’re a pooch. But my love for all of you keeps me going on.
Have a wonderful day before the holiday weekend. And know that you are much more important than any mani-pedi any day.
Love you from the top of my head to the tip of my toes,
Annie