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

I can smell it in the air…..

 

Oh boy, oh boy. I think that thing they call fall is coming. There is something different about the way the air smells, the way it feels when it ruffles my very pretty hair. It’s cooler and sweeter, and well, it’s just plain old wonderful.

Mom has almost stopped complaining about how hot she always is, even has started wearing her hair down, instead of in a pony tail. So I think, maybe  new experiences are going to happen, maybe longer walks, running through the fallen leaves, oh boy do I love that. Although I have to admit, the leaves, when they fall, and touch my butt, sometimes scares me…..

Oh well, here’s to cool sweet air, and people we love walking together,

Love you bunches, the fluffy haired.

Quigley

It’s true------they didn’t kill me….

Okay, so things have been really quiet on the blog lately. And a lot of the last pictures you’ve seen have been of the big boy, Quig.
I know, I know I’m a hand full and many of you may have wondered what happened to me. Actually, nothing. I’ve been really busy, taking care of dad and helping mom go up and down the stairs tons of times. Watching out for our next door neighbors, whom I really love--. I can’t stand to hear their car door close and not be out side to say (bark) hello, so my mind has been going crazy.
Things are finally getting back to normal here, whatever normal is, and I am still alive. The reality is, they just couldn’t go on without me, I am such a big help to both of them. Honestly, who else would be able to keep the big boy, (Quig) under control. If it wasn’t for me, he’d kiss EVERYONE to death.
So don’t you worry, we’re fine and we think of you all everyday.
Much love, from the really over worked,
Annie

It’s been a long time……

 

We have not been doing too much. Dad is still on the mend, as a matter of fact, today is his first day back to work. Mom wants him to go slow, but dad isn’t very good at that.

So other than the fact that we turned 3 this week, it’s been pretty boring.

We are sorry we’ve been away so long, but mom has been really tired, trying to do her stuff and dad’s too. Just between  the bunch of us, I think she finally realized he does more than we think……..

So here’s hoping that your days have been more fun than ours, and that boring is NOT a word in your vocabulary…..

We still love you bunches,

Quigley and his little sis Annie

All worn out……

 

Dad’s not feeling well, he has been having a hard time walking because of his back and we have been taking care of him.

It started a few days ago, we don’t know what he did, but it sure has made us sad.

There has been lots of up the stairs and down the stairs. He’s not even sleeping in the right bed anymore because he didn’t want to have to go up one more flight of stairs. So when mom goes up, we go up. When mom goes down, we go down. We don’t like leaving him, he so sad up there all by himself.

So here we are, taking a quick nap, and then we’ll be up to take care of him again.

Sorry we’ve been gone so long. We’ll try to do better as soon as dad is feeling better.

Love, from the cutest little caregivers around,

Annie and Quigley