No big posting……

 

Just the look of love.

 

Sweet Annie and Adorable Quigley, to you, from us, with love.

Hallelujah He’s all better

It was touch and go for awhile, so being the wonderful sister I am, I stayed very close, I made sure nothing got in his way.

I even protected his eye with my own body. But I guess it really wasn’t necessary.


He seemed to have beaten it all by himself. See he is bright eyed and bushy tailed. Well his tail is pretty short so maybe not so bushy tailed, but you know what I mean.

I have to admit, I’m still not going to take any chances, I need to keep him safe and happy, sooooooooooooo here I stay until I am sure all danger is gone.

Thanks to all of you for worrying about my brub. Especially Maria, for checking in and making sure he was okay.
Oh yeah, by the way, it’s snowing here, and we LOVE it.

Love, the protector, Annie

My brub is very delicate

Poor Quigley, it seems every week or so, something upsets him. Two weeks ago, he got tapeworm. We don’t know how it happened, but he got it, I didn’t. He got meds for it and by the next day, he was fine. So yesterday, we had company. Big doc and the pugs and girls were over. We all had a great time, went walking after the humans ate. Later that evening, mom noticed, Quigley’s one eye was weeping. She also thought it was a little puffy.

Of course she got dad involved and off to their little tin of dog remedy’s they went. They never mark what they have and what it is for, so of course they called big Doc, to see if they had the right thing for his eye. They did and put drops in his eye.
OHHHH he didn’t like that. He showed them, he wouldn’t open his eye and squeezed it really tight. It seemed a little better last night, and this morning  too. But mom thinks it is still irritated. So when dad gets home they are going to try taking him out to see big Doc. Mom can’t do it alone, because I WILL NOT BE LEFT BEHIND.
So please think good thought’s for the big guy. Don’t tell him I said this, but he really is a sweetie.
Talk to you later, Love, Annie

I fooled them all

They, (whoever they are) told mom that I’d do a lot of damage to her Christmas stuff.










They were wrong, all of them. I have been very respectful of her stuff. Actually, I love it, almost as much as she does.

I don’t want to hurt it, I like lying in front of it, feeling the warmth and beauty of the season, in that one little tree.



Have a warm and beautiful day,
Love, Annie

The wonders of Christmas

It moves and when it does, I swear I hear Santa wishing all a good night. We have decided HOLIDAYS are the best. We had such a wonderful time with Aunt Ria. It’s like having another mother. She didn’t llike us jumping on her,( mom said we have to work on that), but she loved everything else about us. And us, well we think she is supecal----a, lets try that again, supercalafragalistic (whew)expialadocious………….That means she’s the top,the best, the most fantastic, aunt we could ever want.

We hope you had your favorites with you this Thanksgiving. And everyday.

Love, Annie and Quigley

I like Thanksgiving

So we are in what mom calls the Holiday season. Who knew that, that meant decorating and cooking, also I’m told, baking is going to happen.
 YUM---- Everything smells, so good.

The sad thing about all this Thanksgiving stuff is, they don’t share. I always have been told, share with your sissy, don’t take that from her, share. Share, share, share. Well they really should practice what they preach.

As you can see, they don’t. Here I am, waiting patiently, wishing for something to fall. Nothing, nadda, not a drop. They say I’m cute as can be, but where does that get me.

As you can tell, sissy got it quicker than I did. But you can’t kill a boy for trying.

One really good thing, Aunt Ria is here. And mom said we gave her something extra special to be thankful for this year,-- us. As for us, we are more than thankful that Shelli and momma Johnna, found this wonderful home for us. We love it here, are loved here and they say---- Christmas is going to be even better.
To all of you, we are thankful that you come to visit us at our blog. And we wish you the MOST BLESSED Thanksgiving.

 Stay safe and full of food ,that they won’t share with us.
Love, Quigley, (who never gives up) and Annie

Decorating is a HARD thing.

Oh boy, did we have a day yesterday. Dad walked us early. A nice long, fun walk. Then when we came home,and before we knew it, they started that decorating stuff. Well as you all know, they are not allowed to  do anything without our supervision. We must, at all times, be in close proximity to them. (mom calls it “up their butts”) I do get the feeling, she doesn’t like it.
So first thing they did was the “fishing village”—where do they get these idea’s—then they brought a HUGE box up. I am guessing that last year they mutilated a tree and decided to save it. It was cut up into large limbs and had a green post for the base. I am thinking it took a long time to cut up so they just decided to  keep it.
Anyway, they started putting it together, THAT, took some time, and brub and I couldn’t figure why???????? But they were adamant about it. So we just had to let them have at it.
Once they got it up mom put lots of stuff on it. The tree lights up and it does look kind of nice. Every once in awhile, we check it out, but then we hear a loud NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
It was all just too much for me. This is what happened when we were finally done. Whew---------way too much work for a couple of little dogs to do.
I’ll get some pictures of the work we did later.
Get cracken with your decorating……this Christmas thing is right around the corner.
If you need help, just call mom. Our decorating days are done.
Love, Annie

So share with me, What is this Christmas thing.

Lots of stuff going on these days. Boxes coming out of the black hole. Lots of boxes. Mom and dad going up and down the stairs a million times.

Mom sings a lot of songs we never heard before, but they sure are pretty. And for some reason very soothing  Anyway, all of a sudden, stuff is going away and new stuff is showing up. We are pretty interested in all of it, but mom keeps telling us, it’s HER stuff, not ours.

But you can’t kill a girl for looking, can you?

Quig, keeps trying to help dad, but for some reason, he thinks he can do it all by himself. Silly boy.

They are talking about a tree. So now we are sure, they went over the edge. A tree in the house. Mom is nuts about the dirt we make, what is she thinking?????

We’ll let you in on the rest of this story as it unfolds. Keep good thought’s, we really love these guys and we’d hate for them to be carted off.


Happy decorating, (that’s what they are calling this)
Love, Annie and Quigley

Where ever we go, what ever we do----------------

 

We’re gonna go through it together. Oh yeah, we fight sometime, sometime we chase each other all over the place. But the reality is, we are happiest when we are together. When we are close.

This is what happiness is, a pillow on my brubbies butt, and me on that pillow. He doesn’t mind. Look at how he’s looking at me  with so much love……………..

 

Or is that a “you are a lot heavier than you look-look?” Either way, he’s happy, I’m happy and all is well with the world.

Have a happy day,

Love, Annie

I can fit on anything soft.

 

A pillow fell on the floor. If it’s soft, it’s mine. Who says I’m too big.

Quigley

I’m not sure why------

 

But mom says it makes her sad. I’m growing up. I am not a needy little boy anymore. It seems I can sleep through the night without needing to be in between mom and dad in bed. I can sleep on my own bed all by myself and feel safe.

That should be a good thing right? It gives them plenty of room and even when Annie gets a little clingy and has to be with them, it’s okay. (she sleeps on top of mom’s head). I am a big guy, strong and long. No reason for needing my mommy and daddy. I guess that is what they call empty nest, but it’s okay, I’m still here, and I still love her very much. Don’t tell her, but in the middle of the day, when I need a cuddle and she stops what she is doing to love at me, it makes my day.

I’ll tell you loudly and proudly,

I’m a big boy who still loves his momma,

Quigley

Look at the size of that head.

 

So I’ve got a story to tell. It happened last night and mom and dad went from hysterical to hilarious. One minute they were screaming with fear, then laughing their heads off. Something I found mean.

Here is what happens. Well as you all know m and d got new furniture a few months ago. It is really nice furniture and we like it a lot. Me for a different reason than sissy does. I like it, because I can lay down and stick my head under it, when they are all making me crazy. I figure if I can’t see them, they can’t see me. So last night I was cozy with my head under the couch and just fell asleep. It was around 8, although I didn’t know that, as that is the time we eat for the last time of the day. It is a very important hour for me, so when ,in my sleep, I heard “anyone want to eat?”. I did what I always do, I jumped up to go.

Well I tried to jump up and panicked. I was stuck, under that darn couch. My big old head was in the wrong position and my body was in another. Yikes……………….both parents panicked and started screaming”he’s stuck, he’s stuck”. Let me tell you that didn’t help. It just made me fight harder to get out. As they were getting ready to lift the couch off of my big fat head, I got out.

Whew what a night, I think I learned my lesson, but until they are making me crazy again, who knows what I’ll do. If I decide to run away from home, anyone know where I can go?

Sticking here for now, big head and all,

Love, Quigley

The morning after the election.

Okay we are really tired. Not because we stayed up late watching the returns (what ever that is—return what?)

But because dad got a bigggggggggggggg thing out of the dark hole they call the basement. He really does lose it sometime. Let me set this up for you. It was late, mom had been in bed for an hour already and dad went into the hole. He was making lots and lots of noise, so brub and I had to go investigate. Now that was hard, because we don’t like that place and we can only go down one step.

So we patiently sat at the top, leaning over like vultures (that’s mom’s word, we don’t know what vultures are) Any hooo, Up comes dad holding a large, well, thing. It had 3 legs and a long something on top. Dad told us it was a telescope. Whatever…..

So we all went, out into the dark and cold, so dad could see the lines of Jupiter. Again I don’t know what lines are, or what a Jupiter is, but it made dad happy, so we stood our ground on watch. We kept him safe and helped him smile. I am beginning to believe that is our life’s goal. Keep the big guy happy and healthy.

So anyway that is why we are soooooooooooooooo tired this morning. It takes a lot out of a dog to have so much to do.
Be happy,
Love, Annie and Quigley

Our cousins are moving

Wow this is so much fun. Well maybe not the getting there, but once you are there boohaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we moved, it took days just to find our house. I think Johnna was having second thoughts, so she just road around and around and around. Mom must have gotten nervous and started bugging her to bring us to our new home.

T and M, I hope you know the right roads to get to your new house, and you have as much fun there as we have had here. If not you can always come north and share our house with us. We give lots of kisses.


So I’m giving you a high five, on your new adventure. Keep us informed.

 
Love, Quigley, Annie too, she’s sleeping right now so you’ll just have to hear from me.

They just don't understand

The pressure is overwhelming some time. It's a lot for a little girl to have to do all by herself. But I have to protect my family. I try to stay on the bed with mom and dad and brub, but I just can't sometime. It is so hard to know just what is going on in the rest of the house from that vantage point. You see, I have a couch all my own in the bedroom, I claimed it the first night we slept upstairs, and sleep there most of the night, every night. Sleeping there gives me the advantage of being the first to defend.

You have to know mom makes it hard to get off the bed too, I have a really soft and comfy spot . She has a memory foam pillow over her head, and a pillow standing up behind it, so that I am cozy, cozy, cozy. I can reach her to lick her face to be sure she is okay. But I worry so, that I can only make it for a few minutes at a time.




 I have to admit, once it gets to be early morning, I feel confident enough, that we made it once more thru the night safely, that I get up there and sleep an hour or so. That way too, I can tell the difference in her breathing, so that when she wakes up I can be the first to lick her face.
It's a big job, but I am just the girl to do it. So all of you who love mom and dad, don't you worry. They've got me, to save the day.
Big and strong, Annie
Mom says pic's will follow.

Oh boy what a day.

It stopped raining, Seems we didn’t need the Ark after all. So after mom went to the store (AGAIN) she let us out. There is still a little snow that I haven’t eaten. Tried to finish it off this morning, but I think there is one little snack left. So brub and I ran and ran. The sky is a little blue, and every once in awhile the sun sneaks out. So it was a fun time. Dad took us for a walk this morning and promised another one this afternoon.

But now that we are in the house, warm and dry this is what happened. Sweet, glorious sleep. Ah what a life.

Hope you are warm and dry and treating yourself to a nap today,
Love,
Annie and Quigley

OH Boy are we in trouble.

Look we can explain……..first of all we haven’t had a lot of walks lately, and it doesn’t matter that we had one last night, or that we had one this morning. (In the rain and cold—we have a good dad) But it’s been really boring these last few days. Anyway, dad left early this morning. And then without a word, mom left. (okay so maybe it wasn't without a word, she did give us rawhides before she left)
She was going to the store to get Walnuts for her and Aunt Maria. (What’s with that anyway). Before she left, she picked up all our regular stuff on the floor and put them in the wash. Thinking she was being nice to us, she dug out an afghan that Granny Annie made. Whoops, we didn’t know. This is what she found when she came home.
I promise we are being good now. After she yelled at us, she stopped talking to us all together. Once more we are really sorry, and being very sweet. But one of these days, I am afraid, she’s going to send us back to Mississippi.
Heads hanging low,
Annie and Quigley