A bag ful of fun...........

Mom came home from the place called work today with a wonderfully smelly bag. We think mom is the cat's meow, but tonight she was way better than ever before. She told us her friend Deb brought  these new toys to her to give to us.
Before I tell you how wonderful they are, (well for one of them it is now--how wonderful it was.--Annie already ate it,) I want to thank Deb for the toys. We think they are the best ever, I am sorry that Annie ate one, but I guess it smelled really good, and she couldn't help herself. It was really kind of you to share your goodies with us. Mom took some pictures of us with a few of them. I think she is holding out on us tho, I swear I can smell more somewhere.
So today is Thank You Deb Day, we hope to meet you soon.

 Love, Annie and Quigley

I think they were trying to loose us...........

As Annie promised I get to tell our story today. We knew something was up, as they were acting really squirrely . I am not sure that is a word, but you know what I mean.

 First of all they took out those dreaded leashes----again--- Little Miss Perfect, (sticking my tongue out ) Annie, didn't mind at all. I for one HATE them. And then they actually put her's on, but I was having none of that. I am strong and fast, I know how to move, so off I went. Dad thought it was a game, so he called me, tried to trick me with bil jac, (I think that was mom, they always act together). Finally somehow, they did it.  They nabbed me, I was leashed. Then they took us out of our safe little world and thought we should get into a red thing. Even Annie knew this could be a mistake and backed up, right out of her collar. That got the attention off of me, but she is SUCH A GOOD GIRL, (again, that is all I hear) that she came right back when mom called her name. So now they were determined to get us into that thing called a car. I just said NO, I'll give it to Annie she tried too, but mom just picked her up, and put her in the back seat. It was a little harder for dad, as I am a fighter. But he won. And somehow I was in the back seat with sissy. Once in, it wasn't so bad,  we rode around, met dad's friend Jerome, went to the bank, and then came back home. Annie didn't like the ride thing, I think she thought we would have to be in the car like the last time. It took days. But we got home and they finally took my leash off'

BUT they threatened to do it all over again today. They keep saying we will like it more. But I have my doubts.

Quigley, here signing off.

I thought we better get baby pictures of our kids posted on the blog. There's nothing quite like new parents with a wallet full of photo's

Did you ever hear about a thing called a Tick?

I really am not sure what it is, but mom keep going "Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God", So I am guessing it is not the best thing ever.
When we first got here, there was a lot of kissing and getting to know each other (okay that hasn't stopped yet and with any luck never will] anyway, as I was getting rubbed all over, mom said "is that a tick?" But I was wiggling so much no one could get a good look at what she was talking about.  So the next time someone felt it they tried to look again but----------- Alright let me tell you, I am one little girl, but I sure can move, I'm thinking of trying out for "So You Think You Can Dance" but that is a talk for another day---------. And I still wouldn't slow down for dad to see what it was, but he thought it was something he called a tag. Between you and me, these guys sure talk funny.  So the day my new best girlfriend Stacy came over, she said, does she have a tick, good grief, these guys never give up, and again mom said we think it's a tag. Well two nights ago, dad was giving me the love I so richly deserve and he said that tag sure was getting big, and he decided nothing I did was going to stop him from examining me completely. And that is when mom started the Oh My God stuff. I won't go into how they worked on me to get rid of that thing. Dad said it was huge, mom said she didn't want to see it, but dad said it is really huge, and mom said I still don't want to  see it. So she didn't  look.  They said something about going to find something to put on us so won't get any more.
I think they are going to take us with them, so we can go for out first ride in the car. I'll let Quig tell you all about it tomorrow.

Have a day full of sunshine and lollipop's. That is from mom, I have no idea what she is talking about.

Love,
Annie

We just don't know how this happens

Mom still does hair sometimes and her friend and our new Grammy Sally came by yesterday. Grammy Sally brought us treats and let us kiss her and lick her and even let Quigley jump on her a couple of times. Although mom didn't like that and did her weird sound. So after we entertained her, they went down into the dark hole, that mom calls the basement. It seems they were gone for a really long time, but mom said it was just about an hour and a half. She was really nice and didn't put us in the crate, well she was nice to Quigley, I don't  mind the crate at all. So we napped a little, and stretched a little, drank a little water, and well I just couldn't stand it anymore cause I was bored. I looked around for something fun to do, cleaned the floor for her, sniffed Quig, but she was just taking too long, so I got on the table to see if anything needed moved . And geeze, she left the remote control on the table, I know it was a mistake, so I figured I'd better protect it. But it smelled really good, somewhat like mom and dad, smelled a little like food and I just couldn't help myself. I ate it. Okay I admit it, I ate it. And boy was she mad.

Dad came home and went to the cable company, walked in with the chewed up remote and said "we got new pup's can you tell?" Lucky for me the lady was nice and gave my dad a new one for free.

I just don't know how these things happen,
See you later,
Annie

Okay, it's Quigley here. I need to tell you about mom loosing her mind last night. I just don't know what got into her, but she pulled something open. (She won't let me do this, so I wasn't sure what was up.) Anyway out comes a round black thing. I wanted to examine it, but she wasn't having any of it. So then she takes something else out of a drawer,( at least that is what she calls it,) and plugs it in, and then plugs the other end into the wall. I have to admit Annie and I were very interested at this point, and then all of a sudden, explosions were going off, pop, pop, pop. It seemed to never end. Finally silence, and then the smell, oh boy, it made your mouth just water. Some kind of white stuff was put into a bowl, and can you believe it, she wouldn't share. Oh yeah, dad got lots, but us----nadda. Just not fair if you ask me.

Hey brub, it's my turn, Annie here. Okay we got thru last night okay, after the white stuff was eaten BY THEM. We all went to sleep, had a good night they didn't snore too much so we didn't have to wake them up. About 6 this morning they started to stir and so we all had to get up. Mom went first, and we had to go make sure she was safe. She opened the door for all of us to go out, and low and behold, there was something wrong. It was wet, and I mean really wet. And then there was more of it coming down, hard. I didn't want to go out, Quigley didn't mind as much, but she made us. And then she put something over her head, it was big and very scary. I am afraid she is having a break down. First last night, then this morning. Dad finally had to come down and take over, we went out with him, but I was afraid to leave her alone, so I made her come out for a minute too. She kept saying some thing like. "They had to have seen rain before, what is there problem." But if you ask me she needs a rest.

Think good thoughts for her.
Love,
Quigley and Annie


PS, Camille here, the pop corn was really good.

Really?

Okay so the kids read over the posting's and did a really mom, that is sooooooooooo boring. Company? really, cute and sweet? They must have gotten together and decided to give me something fun to write about, So first thing they did or maybe I should say Annie did was to make a liar out of me. I have been so proud of them for not getting into the pond. It was one of the big concern's of Johnna and Shelli too, since they swam in Mississippi every day. But I bragged, I glowed as they walked past it without so much as a glance being thrown.   Anyway, I was home yesterday and we did a lot of going out, running, playing, trying to find some smelly thing to eat (any rotten pear's that didn't get picked up was the delicacy of the day) They, make that we took naps, watched some TV, (Quigley's favorite) and just had a nice time together. Then dad came home, oh my were we happy. I now know why, dad took them out for a run and within minutes returned with a red face, trying NOT to smile, and said "I need a   towel" Of course I was thoughtful and understanding, never raising my voice when I said"YOU DIDN'T LET THEM GET INTO THE POND DID YOU'"? And again grinning, red face getting more red by the second, answered, not them, just Annie. Again as you all know me so well, you know I still didn't raise my voice, when I told him that now that they found the pond it would be his responsibility to dry them off whenever they got into it.   I am making this posting, so if anything strange happens to him concerning our pond, my defense will be set.   More on sleeping habits later.
Have a good and dry day.
Camille