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<title>Giggles from Quiggles</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Quigley</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Quigley &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:41:32 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Life Is Good</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 05:50:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a great week.  I met so many new friends because of &quot;Dog of the Week&quot; honor.  Thanks Dogster.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a great week.  I met so many new friends because of "Dog of the Week" honor.  Thanks Dogster.  It was a hoot.

I had to go to the vet and stay for the day on Wednesday for them to watch me because Mom got worried.  She thought I was having a reaction to my flea and tick application.  The Doc said I was okay.   The techs were very nice to me all day and I was embarrassed at the end of the day when I had to have a butt squeeze from my friends.  Yeesh - and a toe trim and then I got to escape to Mommy's arms.  Boy was I glad to get out of there.  But when Mommy thinks I'm acting a little strange she doesn't take any chances.  Bonus - Mom took me for a walk on the way home.  Don't tell Priscilla.

Priscilla said she missed me but I saw that grin on her face.  She loved having the run of the house all by herself.  I can be kind of annoying at times.  She's kind of laid back and I'm the Energizer bunny.

Not a bad week and now Mom is home for 3 days.  Yippe!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DOG OF THE WEEK - Mom has to give me treats now</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/828257</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 May 2013 12:07:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>All I can say is WOW!  Dogster has named little old me &quot;Dog of the Week&quot;.  What an honor.  Thank you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All I can say is WOW!  Dogster has named little old me "Dog of the Week".  What an honor.  Thank you Dogster.   

And a shout out to my friends Sammy Jo, Toby Jo, Cory Jo, and Joey Jo.   They sent me a beautiful flag for my honor.  Mom and I have been working out in the yard all weekend and have not been on the computer so didn't realize until we got the Jo Jo's flag that I was Dog of the  Week.  Hey, thanks guys for letting me know.

Imagine my handsome face on the community page all week.  They put one of my silly pictures up.  

Hope I make some new friends.  

Poor Priscilla, now she has to be nice to be all week.

I'm stoked.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something Crawled Under Our Gate</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/827957</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 May 2013 06:25:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We were outside late last night helping Mom dig up the garden with Grandma supervising.  All of a su ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We were outside late last night helping Mom dig up the garden with Grandma supervising.  All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw something white over by the front gate.  Well of course I was there in no time barking up a storm with Priscilla right next to me.  Mom just thought we were barking at Pappy next door and looked up and said to be quiet and get away from the gate.  You should have seen the look of surprise and horror on Mom's face when she realized whatever we were barking at was inside the gate with us.  

Well Mom has trouble with her knees and she's a senior now so she doesn't move to fast, but she sure did last night.  

By the time she got halfway there she realized it was a small Chihuahua.   I had never seen one before.  Priscilla does not tolerate dogs and Mom always keeps her away from other dogs.  So Mom tried her best to try to get us away from this little guy.  I confess I did not help.   I was just non stop barking.  Mom finally was able to pick up Priscilla and put her in the house and run back to me and the "white creature".  By the time she got ahold of wiggly me, the creature had slipped back under the wooden gate.  Man was he skinny.  Mom quickly put me down, went out the gate to see if she could find the little dog and take him home.  

She saw the dog but it was skitterish but she followed it two doors down and found it had already gotten home safe and sound.  She talked to his Mom and told her about the adventure.  

Mom's hoping that this scared the dog enough so he will not do that again and that his parents will keep a better eye on him.

It was fun, and Mom was so proud of Priscilla not attacking the dog.  I think because it was so small she thought it was a puppy and she seems to like puppies.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Exhausting Being Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/827092</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 May 2013 19:15:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a weekend we had.  We had relatives over for Mother's Day and they played catch with me and I s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a weekend we had.  We had relatives over for Mother's Day and they played catch with me and I still didn't get enough.

Mom was sick today so she stayed home from work and Grandma came down and played catch with me 3 times.  I was over the moon.

I'm plumb tuckered out right now, but if Mom wants to play I'm there.  Looking forward to having Mom home for a 3 day weekend.  Big Fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Everywhere, I'm Everywhere</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/819236</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 16:10:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had the best afternoon.  Mom took me to my very first playdate.  It was a group called &quot;Boston Com ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had the best afternoon.  Mom took me to my very first playdate.  It was a group called "Boston Commons" in Edina.  

The excursion didn't start out well.  I had my harness on and my jacket and I was so excited.  I got into the car and it dawned on me.  Mom only takes me to the vet or to have my toe nails trimmed.  Oh no, what was I thinking.  I had to get out of here.  But Mom clever minx that she is, was already pulling out of the garage.  Well I hate to admit it and luckily there were no witnesses (except Mom) I cried like a little girl.  My tears dried up once I realized we had passed the road that goes to the Vet.  Now I was intriqued.  Where were we going?

Imagine my delight when we walked into a building that did not smell like a vets office.  In fact, the smells were wonderful.  We went through a gate and I got my bearings and then mirror images of me started coming through that same gate.  Was I hallucinating?  Ever the curious one, I had to go and check it out.  They were pups that looked a lot like me.  

Mom was a little apprehensive at first and kept me on the leash for awhile.  Of course as this was my first enounter with these facimilies of myself I had to show them who was boss and did a lot of vocalizing.  Mom was sure we were going to get kicked out, but I settled down and had the time of my life for an hour and a half.  I must have smelled 13 butts.  I seemed to gravitate toward the male species and Mom was little concerned about that choice and I chased a gazillion balls.  I met a larger dog named Oreo that could put two balls in his mouth at one time.  He tried to teach me but as big as Priscilla says my mouth is, it's not that big.  

So I had the most wonderful afternoon.  Thanks Mom.  It was heaven.

When we got home Mom thought for sure I would nap.  Surprise Mom!   Here's my ball - lets play catch.   You should have seen the look on Mom's face.  She couldn't believe I was still raring to go.

Mom said if I'm good we can go again in April.  Yay!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What An Honor - Diary of the Day - I'm Over the Moon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/818930</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Mar 2013 19:02:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dogster bestowed &quot;diary of the day&quot; on me today.  The best part is that I've made new friends.

Pr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster bestowed "diary of the day" on me today.  The best part is that I've made new friends.

Priscilla is afraid I'll get the big head.  No worries.  I'm just stoked to have my face on the community page.  Big fun.

Mom is so proud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yay It's Laundry Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/818396</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Mar 2013 17:59:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is one of my favoritest days.  Laundry Day.  Mom did Gammy's clothes and all our blankets.  
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is one of my favoritest days.  Laundry Day.  Mom did Gammy's clothes and all our blankets.  

When Mom does the laundry I follow her to the basement and we play with my ball downstairs while she loads the washer.  Big fun.

Then when the clothes are dry Mom says "lets go get the warmness" then I run down to the basement and sit right in front of the dryer.  Mom loads up all the clothes in the basket and we go back upstairs and she puts the lovely warm pile of clothes on the bed and I snuggle underneath it all until I come up warm and panting.  Nothing better on a winter morning.

The basement is my backyard for the winter, as I hate running in the snow and getting my toes cold and you know I have to play catch.  It's my life.  

Mom exercises in the basement too so we get in a lot of catch.

Life is good.  Mom says Spring is just around the corner.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brr City</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/813559</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:45:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy is it cold in our neck of the woods.  Mom says it's colder than a witches something.   Not sure  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy is it cold in our neck of the woods.  Mom says it's colder than a witches something.   Not sure what that is.  She says when I'm older she'd tell me.

Usually Cylla and I take our time finding the perfect spot on the lawn to make our donation but these days when it's 10 below zero we pick a spot really quick and some days when the snow is deep, the porch is my spot.

Mom is great at standing in the doorway and knowing the exact moment to open the door as we come zipping in.  We have trained her well.

They're saying 30 on Sunday - yay a heat wave.  But Tuesday bitterly cold again.  Mom says Mother Nature is having a lot of fun with us.

I miss Gammy.  When it's this cold she stays upstairs and doesn't come down to see us.  Mom says it's too cold for her to smoke downstairs on the porch and throw the ball for me.  And it's so nice and toasty upstairs she doesn't want to leave.  We live in a duplex so Gammy's furnace is in the attic and the heat is forced through Gammy's ceiling and our furnace is in the basement and comes into our floor and because heat rises it goes up to Gammy's floor as well.  

I can't wait for spring to come.  I need balls to catch outside.

Hope everyone stays warm and remember "Don't eat the yellow snow".

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Honored Again - What Can I Say I'm a Blabber</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/811386</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Jan 2013 07:58:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks Dogster for making me a diary pick of the day.  I bet my new pictures that Mom FINALLY put on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks Dogster for making me a diary pick of the day.  I bet my new pictures that Mom FINALLY put on my page drew their attention.  

Cylla and I have been spoiled.   Around the holidays Mom had a 4 and a 5 day weekend.  Now we only had her for two days. Not fair.

We want to say a shout out to our Aunt Robbie on her Birthday today.   Mom says it wouldn't be polite to say how old she is so I'll just be diplomatic and say "she's older than dirt".  Was that okay Mom?

Ooops gotta run, Mom's been awfully quiet, I'd better go check on her and I've been looking for that elusive sunbeam.  It was in the sewing room this morning but chubby Cyllas hogged it all.  Oh it's back in the kitchen, gotta run.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally New Photos</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/810456</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Dec 2012 17:39:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've haven't had new photos forever.  Finally my grown up face is there.  Geesh Mom, I'm four I have ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've haven't had new photos forever.  Finally my grown up face is there.  Geesh Mom, I'm four I have to look my age.

Hey hope all my pals had a nice Christmas and a Happy New Year.  Mom has a five day weekend.  Yipee.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Just Found Out I'm A Lap Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/808997</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Dec 2012 19:17:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I jumped up on Mom's lap while she was playing with that computer box and she showed me all kinds of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I jumped up on Mom's lap while she was playing with that computer box and she showed me all kinds of videos with dogs that looked just like me.  I couldn't believe some of the things they were saying to me.  Mom said I was cocking my head back and forth.  I told a few of them off and then settled down on Mom's lap and she gave me a back massage.  

Why the heck didn't I do this before.  It was heaven.  I'll have to try that again sometime.

Mom says Cylla and I are butter butts tonight.  She said we were being annoying.   We keep talking to her but she just doesn't understand.  You would think after 4 years she would finally pick up our language.  But she's a good mom and has great hands so I think we'll forgive her shortcomings.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Road Trip</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/807139</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Dec 2012 08:00:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Man was I upset yesterday.  Mom had the audacity to take Priscilla out on an adventure and didn't ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Man was I upset yesterday.  Mom had the audacity to take Priscilla out on an adventure and didn't take handsome me.  What the heck was that all about Mom.

They returned in about an hour or so and I had to check out Cylla's smells to see where she had been.  Then I didn't feel so bad.  She had vet smells on her.  Not my favorite place.  Cylla told me she had to go for her 8 week B12 shot, get a pedicure and a butt squeeze.  Not my idea of a fun time.   

Poor Cylla, usually the good part of enduring all that is that then Mom will take her to the park after her appointment.  But, it was after 5:00 so it was too dark to go for walkies.  She did lose 2 pounds but she's still overweight and she's been starving all the time.

Unfortunately Mom doesn't walk us regularly, because of problems with her knees.  That would probably help Cylla's weight.  Not a problem for me because I'm always on the go.  

Mom said she is taking me for an adventure this afternoon - I ran and hid.  Then she explained to me it wasn't to the vet, just to the groomer for a toe trim.  I guess I can endure that if it means I get a walk in the park.  But I'm going to be wary until we get there.  Mom is tricky.

Oops gotta go - Gammy just came down to throw the ball for me.

Later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick - I promise I won't get the big head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/805074</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Nov 2012 04:16:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh boy, Oh boy.  Dogster picked me for a daily diary pick.  I am over the  moon.   My handsome face  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh boy, Oh boy.  Dogster picked me for a daily diary pick.  I am over the  moon.   My handsome face on the community page all day.  I'm so excited.  Hoping I'll get some new pup pals once the ladies get sight of me.

No worries, I won't get the big head.  My sister Priscilla will see to that.  

Everyone have a fun day.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mothers Can Be A lot of Work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/804551</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 05:47:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay it's the weekend.  We see Mommy more.  

Mom would love it if we would sleep in on the weekend ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay it's the weekend.  We see Mommy more.  

Mom would love it if we would sleep in on the weekend and we do, but her version of sleeping in and ours is a tad different.   Mom would like us to sleep until 6:30-7:00 and then get on with the day.  Our version is get up at 5:00-5:30 have breakfast and then go back to sleep.  Mom complains that once she's up she can't get back to sleep.

As Mom was turning off the lights last night she stubbed her toes on a metal stool and then she did a little dance.  Mom is so funny.  She said it hurt even when the covers touched her foot.  We think her little toe is broken.  Mommy is a klutz. Mommy did the same thing with the same foot and sprained her middle toe just a day ago.  It's a Smurf toe now. Now she has 2 bad toes. 

I even tried to help by kissing Mom's new broken toe last night to make it all better.  Mom made an weird noise that scared me.  Geez Mom I was just trying to help.  Then Priscilla laid on Mom's toe.  Mom made that weird noise again.  We finally got to sleep.

I had to wake Mom up this morning because I urped on my favorite toy and wanted it cleaned off.  Hey a guy has priorities.  Mom got up and forgot she had hurt her toe. She remembered really quick.  Maybe Mom should start wearing her shoes to bed.

Taking care of Mom is so exhausting, I'd better get in another nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/802535</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 21:00:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay it was my birthday.  I got this giantic steak from Riley.  Mom made me share it with Priscilla.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay it was my birthday.  I got this giantic steak from Riley.  Mom made me share it with Priscilla.  

Mom bought us new toys.  At first I was offended and didn't realize why Priscilla got a new toy too - it wasn't her birthday.  After she tried to steal mine, I figured out Mom's master plan.  So now that we have decapitated both of them and hollowed out their bellies we are heading off to sleepy land.

It was a great Day.  Dogster shouted out to me too.  How great was that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you my mateys.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/797993</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 13:39:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you on behalf of my whole family to all my mates for sending us the pirate flags.  They wereaw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you on behalf of my whole family to all my mates for sending us the pirate flags.  They wereawesome.

We would have thanked you personally but Mom's computer died.  It was over 8 years old so we are having the burial this weekend.  She's hoping to get a new one this weekend.

Mom had to send my note from work at lunch time.

She misses her computer.  

Mom's not very nerdy so it will be a bit of a struggle for her to get the new computer going and copy files.  But with a little luck and help from yours truly we should have it going in no time.

Cooler weather makes me appreciate the big cuddly blankets we have.

3 day weekend ahead for Mom.  Yipee - more time for her to play with me.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grandma For Sale</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/790911</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 17:32:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom says we have to sell Grandma.  Are we allowed to do that?  Grandma has been real cranky this wee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom says we have to sell Grandma.  Are we allowed to do that?  Grandma has been real cranky this weekend.  Tonight she's slamming doors.  Just because Mom wants her to take a shower.  Geesh, I thought dogs were the only ones who didn't like baths.  Mom says when you get old and have dementia you just don't want to shower.  It's been 16 days. Mom said no shower, no cigarettes.  You should have seen the fire spit out of Grandma's eyes.  Grandma finally caved but she's not happy.  She slammed the door into the bathroom right after Mom asked her not to slam it.

Poor Mom, this happens abuot every two weeks.  Of course Mom won't sell Grandma, she was just venting.  If she sold Grandma, who would throw my ball.  I love when Grandma throws my ball.  In the morning Grandma will be nice and sweet again.  

Mom says if she ever gets cranky I should lick her ear.  That always makes her giggle. 

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dogster Rocks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/789308</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Jul 2012 10:56:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dogster in their infinite wisdom has chosen me for a daily diary pick.  What can I say.  I am over t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster in their infinite wisdom has chosen me for a daily diary pick.  What can I say.  I am over the moon.   Mom always says I have the gift of gab.  My handsome mug can be found on the Community page today under diary picks.  Mom is so proud.  So is Priscilla but she's pretending it's no big deal.  

Thanks Dogster.  You made my day.  I promise I won't get the big head.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad To The Bone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/788782</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Jul 2012 07:30:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got lucky and found another collar just like the one she bought Priscilla last week.  It's very  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got lucky and found another collar just like the one she bought Priscilla last week.  It's very soft and has that release button that we like.  But the best part is that it defines my character - so says Priscilla.  It says "bad to the bone" on it.  It's a Harley Davidson collar - very cool.  Prisilla has one exactly like it, but she says the words don't apply to her because she's so sweet - she says Mom bought it for her because it was so soft.  She can fool Mom with her gooder than gold attitude but not me.  I spend the most time with her, I've got her number.

Mom has another 3 day weekend.  Yay!  Auntie Chris and Uncle Mike came over to see us yesterday.   Finally a guy who knows how to throw the ball.  I'm surrounded by females all the time so it was nice to have another guy to hang with.  Thanks Uncle Mike,  I had a great visit with you.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Didn't Melt</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/787448</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Jul 2012 19:21:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Is this a great Fourth of July or what.  Cylla and I haven't heard any boomers yet today.  Mom said  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Is this a great Fourth of July or what.  Cylla and I haven't heard any boomers yet today.  Mom said it's too hot for people to be out today so it's nice and quiet.  

It's 100 degrees today so Mom is only letting us out for potty breaks. She said I was so sweet she was afraid I would melt in the heat.  Of course Cylla had a few remarks to make about that.  You know how sisters can be.  Then of course I had to say that maybe Cylla should stay out in the heat to melt off a few pounds.  Then the fur flew, but no worries, I can run like the wind and quickly left the area.   Mom said it was good I was so cute or I'd be in big trouble.

More heat for the rest of the week.  We're laying low.

Hope all our friends have a safe and cool Holiday.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where I Came From</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/782036</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 May 2012 07:28:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/782036</guid>
		<description>It was stormy last night and to take our minds off the thunder and lightning Mom told us a story of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was stormy last night and to take our minds off the thunder and lightning Mom told us a story of how Priscilla and I came to be in the family.  We love Mom's stories.

Mom's two beloved dogs Callie and Raffles had just gone up to the Rainbow Bridge in the summer of 2008 two months apart.  Mom was devastated.  She still had Chewie the cat and Maleka (Husky) but as most Huskies are, she always wanted to be outside.  By August Mom could not stand it anymore and needed some furry bodies to sleep with.  Chewie liked to sleep on his own.  

It has always been Mom's choice to adopt mixed breed dogs from the shelter.  But she had such a wonderful experience with Raffles that she wanted to get another Boston Terrier.  She looked for about a month with no luck at the shelters.  So then she decided to sell her china cabinet and buy a Boston from a breeder.  So I was essentially traded for a china cabinet.  How cool is that?

Mom found a breeder in Wisconsin who just posted that she had a new litter of Boston's.  And get this, they were born on October 24th.  That is the birthday of Mom's Dad.  Then she knew it was meant to be.  She put down the non-refundable deposit and she would pick me up when I was 8 weeks old right before Christmas.

Well then wouldn't you know it, two days later someone told Mom about a five year old female Boston who needed a home.  As Mom wanted to have two dogs to keep each other company while she worked she thought she would check this out.  She met Priscilla, fell in love and took her home that very day. She settled in and Mom waited for my arrival.  She told Priscilla that she was getting a Quigley for Christmas.  Priscilla didn't know what the heck that was but was anticipating her Christmas present.

When Mom brought me home she was a little anxious as Priscilla was orginally a Katrina rescue and had two homes since then and she didn't really like other dogs.  Mom held her breath when she introduced us.  It went well.  Priscilla didn't eat me and she took me under her wing and tried her best to teach me how to be a good dog.  

So now it's Mom and the Bostonian's with Grandma and her cats upstairs.

Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Needs No Batteries</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/781570</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 May 2012 05:17:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/781570</guid>
		<description>Mom says my new motto is &quot;Needs No Batteries&quot;.   I would play catch 24/7 if I had someone to play wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom says my new motto is "Needs No Batteries".   I would play catch 24/7 if I had someone to play with.  I told Mom I need a little kid to play with.   Alas we don't have that kind of neighborhood.   But I have the next best thing.  I have my Grandma. She comes down every day and throws my ball for me.  Of course Mom does too, but she gets busy.  Grandma smokes on our back porch so I have a captive audience.  Lately it's been kinda of wet so when I bring Grandma my ball she doesn't want to touch it.  Come on Grandma, what's a little dirt.  Mom says this is the only exercise that Grandma gets so I'm determined to help her out.

Life is what you make it - Mom says I make it exciting.

Have a happy Memorial Day, I know I will.  Mom has a 4 day weekend so we are stoked about that.  Mom's pretty much a homebody so she hangs with us all the time.  I'm resting up right now for the big weekend.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom and Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/775550</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 13:38:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/775550</guid>
		<description>I have Mom all to myself today.  I'm in heaven.  Cylla is at Banfield for her six month checkup and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have Mom all to myself today.  I'm in heaven.  Cylla is at Banfield for her six month checkup and Grandma is sleeping all day so it's just me and Mom.  Mom took me for a very long walk and then I helped her out in the garden.  We dug up a new garden plot and transplanted hostas.  Mom says I was very helpful in between chasing the ball.  Mom did trick me.  I had such a good time running through the gardens that I got my paws dirty and Mom washed them with the hose.  Tricky Mom -  but it was better than having a bath.

Now I'm sitting on Mom's lap as she's typing in my diary.  Life is good. 

I suppose all good things will come to an end.  Mom will have to pick up Cylla at some point and then I'll take my nap.

Q]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm So Tired</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/773988</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Apr 2012 18:40:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/773988</guid>
		<description>What a day.  I must have chased the ball a hundred times today.  Mom was gardening today so we playe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a day.  I must have chased the ball a hundred times today.  Mom was gardening today so we played all day.  I had a captive audience.  Then grandma came out so I had to help her exercise her arm.  

Man I was pooped by 7:00 tonight.  Mom has a 3 day weekend and my crazy uncle Jess is coming over on Easter afternoon.  He loves to play with me.  Mom thinks by Sunday night I won't be able to keep my head up past 6:00.  I better rest up.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank the Lord for the Sunshine</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/764734</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 07:27:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/764734</guid>
		<description>Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr city today.  Zero degrees with a high expected of 12.  Mom says this is a warm win ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr city today.  Zero degrees with a high expected of 12.  Mom says this is a warm winter for us.  Is she kidding.  But, my friend Mr. Sunshine is here this morning.  Mom made me a special spot on her desk right by her computer so I have the best of both worlds.  Keeping an eye on Mom and Mr. Sunshine doing his thing on me.  Is this a great life or what.

Priscilla had a vet appt. today but she decided it was too cold for her tushie to be out so she told Mom "no way". She's staying nice and warm and toasty inside.

I'm glad.  I get lonely when Mom and Priscilla are gone.  But don't tell them I said that.  I have to protect my macho image.

Mom read me that story about the news lady getting bit by the dog.  Sad story, now he is in jail for something dumb she and her owner did.  The poor dog was traumatized by falling in the lake and almost drowning and thankfully rescued but then what did his owner do - brought him to the television station and put him in an unfamiliar situation with all those people and cameras.  The news lady loves dogs and I think after viewing the video she will realize what she did.   Mom says she had her hands on the dogs face a lot and then moved closer for a kiss.  It was a pretty nerve wracking experience for the poor pooch and he got scared.  Now he's being quarantined because his owner didn't have his rabies vac. up to date. Very sad story.  I hope it ends well.

Well my friends, stay healthy and happy.

Quigs]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OMD - I had the bestest backrub</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/762529</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 19:58:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/762529</guid>
		<description>You guys, I just had the most amazing experience today.  I sat still long enough for one of Mom's ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You guys, I just had the most amazing experience today.  I sat still long enough for one of Mom's massages.  I'm always on the go and have never let Mom give me one before.  I loved it. Now I see how Priscilla puts up with me.  Mom is always giving her massages.  Pris says it's the only way she can handle staying calm around me.  

Of course Priscilla never told me how wonderful they were before.  She knew that would be less massages for her.  She adores them.  She said Mom gave her a deep tissue massage this morning when those two stayed in bed longer than me.  She had this weird grin on her face and hung around Mom all day wanting more.  Mom does have magic hands.

Mom says we have to give her a massage next weekend.  Mom - we have no thumbs.  Maybe we could just walk on Mom.  Priscilla and I will have to come up with a plan.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>2012 New Year New Rules</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/759007</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jan 2012 11:09:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/759007</guid>
		<description>I used to have the best time with Grandma.  She'd go out on our porch and would throw the ball for m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I used to have the best time with Grandma.  She'd go out on our porch and would throw the ball for me.  Those days are over.  Mom didn't realize that Grandma was smoking out there when she was playing with me and how close I was getting to Grandma's cigarette and the smoke.  This weekend Grandma tried to blame little innocent me for burning a hole in her pants.  Come on Grandma not nice.  I saw you from the other side of the yard jump up when the ash hit your pants.

Mom said Grandma can play with me but not when she's smoking.  And Grandma said I guess I can't play with him anymore. She's got that smoking thing really bad. Boy oh boy.  What did I do to deserve that.  Mom explained to me that Grandma has something called dementia and we have to change the rules to keep me safe and away from the smoke.  New rules for Grandma too.  Mom says she can't smoke unless she's there.  Grandma is not happy.

Because we live in snow country we don't always get to play outside but Mom had found me a new playground.  It's something called a "basement".  I have been having so much fun down there with Mom.  There's nothing like dirt under my toes out in the yard, but I guess I can survive until Spring in my new playground.  

Mom says we are really lucky because the weather has been downright nice lately.  In the 40's.  In Minnesota.  Unheard of.  

Later.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Was Just Trying To Help</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/752671</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Dec 2011 10:24:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/752671</guid>
		<description>Mom has banished me me from the backyard when she's shoveling.  Aw come on Mom I'm just trying to he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has banished me me from the backyard when she's shoveling.  Aw come on Mom I'm just trying to help.  When I see that evil shovel in Mom's hand's I just go crazy.  I attack it.  Mom thinks it's funny for just a few minutes but I become obsessed and I attack nonstop.  Then Mom loses her sense of humor and banishes me to the house so she can get the shoveling done.

Yeesh even big sister Priscilla gets in on the act and starts yelling at me and pushing me out of there.  It's extremely hard being the protector of these two females and not getting any respect.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woo Hoo I'm a Diary Pick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/749558</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 05:07:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/749558</guid>
		<description>Dogster in their infinite wisdom has made me a diary pick of the day.  Now I know this must mean ext ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster in their infinite wisdom has made me a diary pick of the day.  Now I know this must mean extra treats and I get to have my handsome face on the community page again.  Does life get any better?

Yipee.  I have to go tell Priscilla.  Of course she'll want to share my extra treats.  I'll have to think about that.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Tried to Scare Us</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/748874</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 06:38:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/748874</guid>
		<description>Yay, it's the weekend.  Mom's home.  We've already been fed and I'm raring to go but Mom is being po ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay, it's the weekend.  Mom's home.  We've already been fed and I'm raring to go but Mom is being pokey doing boring things like cleaning and laundry.  What about playing ball Mom.  You know I love to play ball. We let you sleep until 7:00 today - how good are we. 

Then Mom did a weird thing right before her shower and made her face turn green and then it cracked.  But this has happened before and I wasn't scared at all (this time).  After her shower she was back to good old Mom.  Priscilla and I wonder sometimes what the heck Mom is up to.

There's a rumor that my Aunt Robbie might come over today and bring a new friend to meet.  Yay, another person to throw the ball for me.

Mr. Sun just came out and they say it might be 50-60 here in cold Minnesota.  We're smiling about that.

Priscilla has to go to the vet this afternoon and I'll have the place to myself.  It's a big responsibility but I'm up to the task.  After all I am three now I should be able to feel brave all alone.  You won't be gone long will you Mommy?

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Of The Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/746499</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 10:12:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/746499</guid>
		<description>Oh my gosh, I just found out I'm Dogster &quot;Dog of the Day&quot; What an honor.  Mom is so proud, and I'm b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my gosh, I just found out I'm Dogster "Dog of the Day" What an honor.  Mom is so proud, and I'm bound to get a ton of treats out of this.  I won't even have to go trick or treating.

Thanks everyone for the congrats.  I'm over the moon that my handsome face is on the Community page today.  Yipee.  Priscilla is jealous.  Every day is an adventure in Quigley land.  Grandma came down this morning and played ball with me forever and Mom is home all day.  It's been a marvelous day.

Dogster you rock.  Thank you.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Going to be a Puppy Forever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/745297</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 06:45:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/745297</guid>
		<description>All right my friends, big week ahead.  Mom says my birthday is on Monday, October 24th.  I'm going t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All right my friends, big week ahead.  Mom says my birthday is on Monday, October 24th.  I'm going to be three.  Priscilla has pleaded with Mom to promise her that as soon as I turn three I won't be a puppy anymore with those annoying habits like running like a madman, grabbing everything in sight and being downright annoying interrupting her naps.  Well Priscilla, be warned.  I'm going to be puppyish until the day I go to the Bridge.  You need to chill big sister.  This is who I am.

Mom says my birthday is the same day as my grandpa (he went to the bridge before I was born)  That's why Mom chose me because our birthdays were the same day. She said it was an omen.

So I imagine on my Birthday I will be treated like a king - hear that Priscilla - you can be my slave for the day.

We let Mom sleep in late today - 7:00.  You have to let old people sleep on their day off.  Now I'm raring to go so look out here I come.

P.S.  Did you see my photo.  I'm just skin and bones - send food.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Abandoned in Stairland</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/744502</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 12:44:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/744502</guid>
		<description>I don't know how the heck it happened but when Grandma went upstairs last night I tagged along with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know how the heck it happened but when Grandma went upstairs last night I tagged along with her to go up the stairs.  Something I've never done before.  But I knew there was an adventure up there just waiting to happen.  So I bounded up the stairs and Grandma didn't even see me.  I know Mom didn't see me either or she would have grabbed me.  There is a very interesting area up there that I've been wanting to explore and I saw my chance.  All of a sudden I heard a door shut, then the light went out and I heard another door shut.  Uh oh.  I knew I was in big trouble then.  I had been so sneaky that no one knew I was there.  It was really dark.  I thought for sure Mom would miss cute little me and come to my rescue and I waited and waited and waited.  Soon the shadows got really big and I was so scared I couldn't even bark.  I found a corner to hide in away from the shadows and hunkered down.  About 30 minutes later the door opened downstairs and Mom was there.  I was so happy to see her.  She looked very relieved to see me too.  We both were a little shook up and I promised Mom I wouldn't sneak away again.  My feelings were a little hurt that it took Mom 30 minutes to miss me.  But she said I was sleeping in my bed when she took Grandma upstairs and never thought that I had followed her.  When she took a break from her project she came in to snuggle with me and couldn't find me.  She knew I was in the house somewhere but got nervous when I didn'tcome when she shook the treat bag.  Mom is so brilliant and she finally figured out where I could be. 

Needless to say I'm staying out of stairland for awhile.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Rule Book</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/736793</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Sep 2011 14:35:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/736793</guid>
		<description>Egads.  I just realized why I get in so much trouble.  No one ever gave me the dog rule book.  What  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Egads.  I just realized why I get in so much trouble.  No one ever gave me the dog rule book.  What were they thinking?  How the heck am I supposed to be gooder than gold if I didn't get the rule book.  No wonder Mom laughs when I pee like a girl.  Not my fault Mom.  NO RULE BOOK.  

I have no big brother to show me the ropes.  I have a sister Priscilla but you know how girls are.  Geesh.  You think she would have told me about this rule book thing long ago.  I think she enjoys when I'm in trouble.  It throws the attention away from her and she can do whatever she wants because all eyes are on me.  Oh she is devious.

Mom found be a book the other day called "The Dangerous Book for Dogs"  she's been reading some of it to me every night.  Maybe this will help me understand what the heck life is all about.

Until then, there's another ball to catch, another squirrel to chase and a sister to torture.  A typical day.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grandma is the Best</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/736178</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2011 10:36:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/736178</guid>
		<description>Man, I've been having so much fun this summer I haven't had time to write in my diary.

Monday was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Man, I've been having so much fun this summer I haven't had time to write in my diary.

Monday was the best day.  Mom had a work thing going and didn't get home until really late.  Being the loving Mom she is she didn't forget us.  She asked grandma to come downstairs and let us out and feed us.  

Mom says grandma has some memory issues so she doesn't ask her  often to let us out.  But she had Mom call her from our place and she talked her through feeding us.  We were very happy.  Then we went out on the porch and spent some time with Grandma.  Here comes the good part.  After Grandma finished her cigarette and was going back upstairs, she said oh my gosh, I almost forgot to feed you so she fed us again.  I tried to tell Grandma she already fed us but Priscilla wouldn't let me.  That girl loves to eat.  She said she'd sit on my head if I uttered one word.  So what could I do.  I just zipped my lips and ate another meal.  Of course Mom figured it out when she got home so she said she'd have to come up with another plan if there's a next time.  

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's a sad week - our Brother Chewie has gone to the Bridge</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/727077</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jul 2011 06:55:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We saw Mom take Chewie to the vet but when she came back the carrier was empty.  We thought she'd pi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We saw Mom take Chewie to the vet but when she came back the carrier was empty.  We thought she'd pick him up later like she does for us some time, but he never came back.  Mom told us that he was very sick and his body just gave out and we had to let him go so he wouldn't be in pain.  Priscilla and I looked everywhere for him but Mom brought his ashes home last night and we understand now and we all had a good cry.  

Even though he wasn't lucky enough to be a dog like us, for the only cat I've ever met he was awsome.  We were always separated by a gate but sometimes he and I would just sit at the gate and just talk to each other.  I miss him.   Mom is very sad so Priscilla and I are keeping tabs on her.

We have Mom home for a four day weekend so we are very excited.  

Hope everyone has a awesome Fourth of July.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Helping Grandma with her Exercises</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/725015</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 11:15:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/725015</guid>
		<description>Am I an amazing granddog or what.  Every day I help Grandma with her exercises.  She sits on the por ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am I an amazing granddog or what.  Every day I help Grandma with her exercises.  She sits on the porch and I bring her my ball and she throws it, I retrieve it and bring it back.  Time after time, after time.  I know it's very tiring on my part, but Grandma needs my help so I hang in there.  Oh there's days when she calls me a pest and a few other things that I can't put in my diary, but Mom says she needs the interaction with me so I do my part.

My grandma is 81 and she smokes.  Yeesh.  I thought she was a whole lot smarter that that.  Mom says Grandma's memory is not so good, so she forgets she just had a cigarette and asks Mom for another one.  Some days she makes Mom very crazy.  Grandma has COPD and Emphysema so she's not supposed to smoke so many. Mom's hoping that with her memory loss she'd forget that she smokes but no such luck.  So when I can keep Grandma occupied that's the best thing.  Because Mom said Grandma can't smoke by Priscilla and me.  

Our brother Chewtoy is not doing well.  He doesn't seem to be in any pain yet, but Mom senses that he's declining.  It's a sad time.  Our rooms are separated so we won't bug him but it's always nice to know he's just on the other side of the gate with those piercing blue eyes.  He's a very wise and mellow cat.

Oops gotta go check on Mom.  I'm her little shadow.  If she doesn't see me close by she'll wonder what's up.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've Been Googled</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/717863</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 19:45:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/717863</guid>
		<description>Mom googled me just for the heck of it and it brought up one of my Dogster diary pages.  How cool is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom googled me just for the heck of it and it brought up one of my Dogster diary pages.  How cool is that.  She used my AKC name - Quigley Killian Ranalt and there I was.   Poor Priscilla, and Chewtoy - Mom googled them and no hits.   It just goes to show - I'm unique.  Or as Priscilla would say, one of a kind - thank goodness.  I'll try not to get the big head.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Bought Me A New Chucky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/717336</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 08:44:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/717336</guid>
		<description>I loved my &quot;Chucky the Squirrel&quot; toy so much that I destroyed it.  Of course Priscilla helped me.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I loved my "Chucky the Squirrel" toy so much that I destroyed it.  Of course Priscilla helped me.  It is my favorite because its four paws glow in the dark.  Priscilla and I sleep under the covers with Mom (cozy) and when I take Chucky in there with me I can see in the dark.  Mom was very proud of me for having it so long, but she realized its days were numbered so she bought me another one last night.  I was over the moon.  I took my new Chucky to bed last night - he's better than the original.  I still have my old Chucky but he only has 2 paws yet so I think Mom will give him a nice burial.

And it's 50 degrees out already and it's only 10:00, can life get any better.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That Sunbeam Guy Has a Weird Sense of Humor</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/716513</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 07:41:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/716513</guid>
		<description>Wow, can you believe it, Mr. Sunbeam has been here most of the weekend.  There's nothing better than ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, can you believe it, Mr. Sunbeam has been here most of the weekend.  There's nothing better than laying in a sunbeam.  But Mr. Sunbeam is always playing tricks on us.  We just get comfortable and are basking in the sunbeam and we open an eye and he has moved 6 inches to the left.  We move again and get cozy and he does it again.  I guess that must be his bizarre way of playing "catch me if you can".  

Then he fools us again by shining outside the house, we run out there and try to catch him because there are really big sunbeams outside, but man it gets cold on the tushy.  Mom says he's teasing us for another month.  It's still only in the 30's at best, but Mr. Sunbeam entices us outside and then says "Gotcha".  Priscilla just takes it in stride, but if I ever meet this guy will I give him a piece of my mind.

Oops gotta go he moved again.  He likes to move to different rooms in the house at different times of the day.  Mom says he's playing hide and seek.

Quigley

P.S.  Don't tell Priscilla this but the one thing better than laying in a sunbeam, is laying there with Priscilla.  She's a great pillow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Top Of The Morning To You</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/715338</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 10:59:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/715338</guid>
		<description>Happy St. Patricks Day.  Mom is half Irish so she gave me a good solid Irish name.  Quigley Killian  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy St. Patricks Day.  Mom is half Irish so she gave me a good solid Irish name.  Quigley Killian Ranalt.  Killian means small and fierce - that is me to a T.  Ranalt means charming - enough said.  But here's where I seriously think Mom didn't do her research -  Would you believe that Quilgley means MESSY HAIR.  What in the world.  My hair is too short to be messy.  Oh well two out of three were spot on so I won't give Mom too much grief.

Priscilla is doing much, much better.  She's going back in next week for a checkup.  Sometimes she pretends to be too much of a lady to get down and wrestle with me but let me tell you when no one is looking she's a maniac.  She has them all fooled.

My cat brother Chewtoy is hanging in there - we are very proud of him.

Oops gotta run, I think I just saw that dastardly squirrel Rodney sneaking along the fence line.  I see you Rodney - you'd better run.  Drat, if only I was outside.  I do believe he just gave me the Rasberry.  Pretty tough when I'm on other side of the window.  I double dare you to do that when I'm outside.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Favorite Relatives Came To See Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/713013</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 15:04:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/713013</guid>
		<description>Wow, can this weekend get any better.  Mom had her 60th birthday on Friday and spent most of the day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, can this weekend get any better.  Mom had her 60th birthday on Friday and spent most of the day with us, her favorite little people.  So it's another 3 day weekend.  Priscilla and I are exhausted already.

Uncle Jesse and Aunt Vicki came to see us today.  They visited with Mom awhile, but Uncle Jesse said he came especially to see me and play catch with me.  It gets a little tiring but Uncle Jesse loves it so much I try to keep him happy.  Now I have to take a nap to get my strength back.  I think Uncle Jesse would have played catch with me all day if he could have.

Priscilla spent another day at the vet, but now she's on new medicine and a new diet and she's feeling better and wants to play with me again.

She even let me touch her belly where they shaved it for the ultrasound.  Now that she's feeling better Mom says I can play with her again.  I was getting lonely.

Oops gotta go, Mom needs me.  If I don't keep tabs on her there's a possibility I might miss something important.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home Alone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/712162</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 14:50:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/712162</guid>
		<description>Did you guys see that movie &quot;Home Alone&quot;.  Mom had to take Priscilla in to the vet and leave her the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you guys see that movie "Home Alone".  Mom had to take Priscilla in to the vet and leave her there for THREE days in a row while she was at work.  Cylla was pretty sick.  So that meant it was just the cat and me.  There's a gate between us so we really don't get to see each other at all so I was bascially "home alone".  I saw that movie.  I know what can happen.  So first I got pretty scared but then I remembered how the boy in the movie was very brave and outwitted those crooks.  So I put on my thinking cap and scoured the house to make traps.  That kept me busy all day.  I was ready - bring it on.  But no one showed up.  My reputation must have preceeded me and they knew that they didn't want to match wits with the likes of me.  My Mom sure named me right.  My name is Quigley but my full name is Quigley Killian Ranault.  Killian means small and fierce and Ranault means charming.  It's me to a T.

So I've really been behaving all week - which is tough trick for me.  I know Cylla hasn't been feeling well so I haven't been bugging her.  Mom said if I got too close I could get sick too so that was a big incentive for me.

I think Cylla will be back to normal by the middle of next week, then I can torture her with my antics again.

Mom bought us a new rug for the kitchen.  She can't buy dog beds anymore because I have a tendency to destroy them.  What can I say, it's in my genes.  So she does rugs and big blankies.

Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew - we dodged a bullet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/707507</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 09:08:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/707507</guid>
		<description>Well my friends Priscilla and I are over the moon.  Mom has been so busy all week she forgot all abo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well my friends Priscilla and I are over the moon.  Mom has been so busy all week she forgot all about National Dog Dress Up Day.  We kept Mom so busy she didn't have a chance to remember.  She thinks we don't know it, but we know Mom has a couple of new dog outfits that she can't wait for the right occasion to torture us with.

For our fur friends that were not able to dodge the bullet we sympathize with them and only hope that the event did not produce any incriminating evidence.

Kudos to Martha Stewart's Frenchie for letting her know we just don't like to dress up.  We have such beautiful coats, why cover them up.  Or maybe it truly was an accident.  I know Priscilla has done that to Mom before not meaning to and she has a hard head.  No stitches involved but she does have a scar on her lip.

Gotta run.  Mom is home today and I am her shadow.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Exhausting Weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/704049</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 11:25:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/704049</guid>
		<description>Boy are Priscilla and I exhausted.  We had 3 different groups of visitors over the weekend.  This is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy are Priscilla and I exhausted.  We had 3 different groups of visitors over the weekend.  This is a big deal as we don't have much company.  So of course we were on our best behavior.  Mom had to put the gate up at the kitchen doorway for the first 2 groups of visitors as we can be a little rambunctious and not everyone is a "dog person".   But our last visitor was our Uncle Jesse.  We love Uncle Jesse, he's not afraid to get right down on the floor and get all silly with us.  And the best thing is he knows just how to scratch an ear or throw a ball.  I love Mom, but she throws like a girl.  So what a great weekend.   We ate breakfast this morning, saw Mom off to work and then went back to sleep.  Is this a great life or what.  

Rats, now it's snowing again.  Mom won't be happy.  There's nowhere to throw the snow.

Today is Grandma's birthday so Priscilla and I are practicing our Happy Birthday song for later when Grandma joins us for dinner.  

Oops gotta go.  I think there's a pesty squirrel in the back yard.  Have to guard the perimeter.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Blizzard Almost Swallowed Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702932</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 21:38:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702932</guid>
		<description>Boy did we get tons of snow.  It snowed all day and blowing.  Yeesh.  Poor Mom was outside 3 times w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy did we get tons of snow.  It snowed all day and blowing.  Yeesh.  Poor Mom was outside 3 times while it was snowing, just so we would have a path to keep my little toes dry.

But did I stay on the nice path?  Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Something told me I had to make a diagonal beeline for the back fence.  Well that was a mistake.  I sunk in the snow, right up to my ear tips.  Well it's a good thing I have Tigger like instincts.  I sprang up out of there, and kept going straight ahead until I got to lower snow by the back fence.  I looked at the back door and there was Mom watching me.  I couldn't tell if that was a look of concern on her face or was she laughing her butt off.  I was a trifle embarassed.  But did that stop me from doing the same thing an hour later.  Nooooooooooooooooo!  I figured I had already made a path there so I was okay.  How the heck did I know it was snowing so hard that my path had filled back in with snow.  At least I wasn't alone in my folly this time.  My sister Priscilla was right behind me.  Which made it impossible to turn around.  I had to hop all the way to the back again.  I know Mom was laughing her butt off this time.  

You gotta love Mom though.  She's great at knowing exactly when to open the door.  When Cylla's feet get too wet, she goes tearing towards the door.  She's like a missle.  Then of course I had to do the same and we'd come slipping an sliding all the way across the kitchen floor.   Mom had the giggles all day.  

I'm glad Mom can find humor in our survival of the blizzard.

Now I'm pooped (no pun inteneded).  Time to rest for tomorrow's adventures.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yay I'm Famous</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702496</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Dec 2010 04:46:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702496</guid>
		<description>WOW.   I am so stoked.  Dogster in their infinite wisdom has made me one of the diary picks of the d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOW.   I am so stoked.  Dogster in their infinite wisdom has made me one of the diary picks of the day.  

Priscilla says it's a good thing I don't wear a hat as she's sure I'm going to get the big head.

Thank you Dogster, I no longer have to listen to Prisiclla yammering on about how she won this award twice in a month.  

So my friends my day just can't get any better, unless Prissy wants to give me her share of treats today as homage to my greatness.

Mom is so proud.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hey, I'm Just A Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702134</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Dec 2010 09:39:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/702134</guid>
		<description>My pals have been telling me that my sister &quot;prissy&quot; Priscilla has been bad mouthing me in her diary ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pals have been telling me that my sister "prissy" Priscilla has been bad mouthing me in her diary.  Not fair.  Can I help it if she's follows me so close that she steps in my yellow snow creations.  I'm just a young pup.  This is what we do.  We charge around exploring the world.  Can I help it if I happen to knock into her sometimes.  I just get so excited.

I'll try to respect her space.  But you have to admit that when it gets chilly who better to cuddle with than your little brother even if I can be annoying and when Mom's not around who else to play with.  But sometimes it's good to have Mom around to referee.

I'm very happy that my sister was chosen one of the diary picks of the day (again).  I know my time will come.  My sister has the gift for gab, and I'm a fast learner.

Oops gotta run, we still have a pesky mouse in the house.  Chewtoy is getting old and hasn't dispatched him yet.  Cylla and I have been trying but Mom says we don't have that special stealth a cat has. We get too excited and there goes the element of surprise.  Mom might have to put a trap down out of our reach.

Stay warm my friends, it's 12 above today.  Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Quigster]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Am Ruggedly Handsome</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/701961</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Dec 2010 19:40:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/701961</guid>
		<description>Well even though Priscilla keeps telling me I'm a monkey face, I know I am ruggedly handsome.  Why e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well even though Priscilla keeps telling me I'm a monkey face, I know I am ruggedly handsome.  Why else would Mom be featuring me on all the calendars she's giving as Christmas gifts.  

I know my sibs are on there as well, but don't tell Priscilla this, but I counted and I'm in there way more than she is.

If you've got it flaunt it my grandfather used to say.

I'm so stoked.  Mom is home for the whole weekend.  We are supposed to get a snow storm tomorrow so she did all her chores today so she can stay home the whole weekend.  Mom just bought me a new rubber wiffle ball and if Priscilla doesn't hide it, Mom and I can play all weekend.  I can hardly wait.

Well I'm just plain tuckered out from trying to grab the snow shovel from Mom.  She just doesn't understand why I try to grab the shovel from her.  I'm trying to help Mom.  After the tenth time I tried to grab it she dumped snow on my back.  Geesh Mom, I'm trying to help for pete sakes.  Then Priscilla comes runing over telling me to behave.  Man, sometimes it's like having two mothers.  

Off for my nap.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First the Sky Now the Ground - What the Heck is Going On</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/700652</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 11:37:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/700652</guid>
		<description>I don't know if I'm going to survive the winter.  And Mom said it hasn't even started yet.  Well I t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know if I'm going to survive the winter.  And Mom said it hasn't even started yet.  Well I told you the other day that the sky was falling - Mom said it's called "snow".  

Now I've got a problem with the ground.  I went out Sunday morning to do my morning business.  I heard Mom yell.  I was going way too fast to hear what she said.  All of a sudden my legs went under me and I was slipping and sliding on my tummy and I skidded along the sidewalk forever.  Then I heard Mom's words - walk on the grass - BLACK ICE.  The humiliation, I was so embarrassed.  But then I realized only Mom saw me so it was okay.  But do I learn, noooooooooooooooooo.  I went out 30 minutes later and did the same thing.  This time Priscilla was right beside me.  Boy did she look funny.  It was like a big sausage sliding by me.  She was not amused.  Mom came out and rescued us and showed us how walking on the grass was less treacherous.  Boy what else can happen?  And did I mention how cold it is.  Oh Boy and going outside was one of my favorite parts of the day.  I guess I'll have to let Mom bundle me up in one of those silly jackets.  

My favoritest part of the day is when I snuggle with Mom under the covers at bedtime.  That is the best.  Priscilla usually joins us and then we all get really warm and toasty.  Good times.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Sky is Falling</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/699356</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 07:35:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/699356</guid>
		<description>We let Mom sleep in late this morning - until 7:00.  She gets up at 5:30 every day so we thought we' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We let Mom sleep in late this morning - until 7:00.  She gets up at 5:30 every day so we thought we'd give her a break and said she could sleep in and not us feed us till 7:00.  Are we wonderful or what?  

My first duty of the day is to run outside and do my morning duty.  I took 6 steps out onto the covered porch and put on the brakes.  Yikes!  The sky was falling.  In little white pieces.  Well can you blame a guy, I lost it right there on the porch.  How embarassing.  The sky is continuing to fall, but now my memory is coming back to me and the same thing happened last year about this time.  Mom says it's called SNOW.  Boy are Cylla and I glad that Mom got all her chores done yesterday and can stay in all weekend with us.  Mom says that in Minnesota there's something strange that happens when it first snows for the season, and everyone forgets how to drive for a day.  So it's good Mom is staying away from the crazies.  She had some plans but the way the snow is coming down she'll be busy picking it up and putting it in different places in the yard.  I don't know why humans do that, but I like the shoveled areas and I think Mom must expect me to do my jobs there, although she gets this weird look on her face when I do.  Hey Mom, who wants a wet tush?

More excitement inside this morning.  We have a mouse in the kitchen.  It darted from under the dishwasher and behind the refrigerator.  Well I was on it and I missed it by that much.  Poor Cylla, she got so excited she got up too quickly and twisted her ankle.  She started limping right away so Mom calmed her down and talked her through it and she was right as rainin five minutes.  My sister what a corker.  We will continue to stalk the intruder.

We are going to stay inside today where it's warm and dry and later go outside if the sky stops falling.  Mom already has our coats ready.  A macho boy like me shouldn't be wearing a coat, but it's mighty comfy and keeps me dry, and Mom reminds me that no one can see us inside our fenced yard.

Hope everyone stays safe and dry today.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Scared Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/684574</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Aug 2010 19:20:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lfe is good.  Mom loves me, I chase my ball, I chase my ball, I chase my ball.  You get the idea.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lfe is good.  Mom loves me, I chase my ball, I chase my ball, I chase my ball.  You get the idea.  I love to play ball and follow Mom around.  Yesterday I did my usual thing and when Mom brought me into the house she realized I was acting odd.

She noticed I was just standing there kind of stiff and a little shaky.  She put a wet towel on me and hugged me for 10 minutes and I was fine.  She thinks I just got a little overheated.  I guess I won't be able to go on fly patrol as much when it's hot.  She say's I'm kind of delicate.  What's that going to do with my macho image.

Mom cleaned out the gutters and is using the gutter for a bird feeder.  Mom is so clever.  Now I get to watch the sparrows pop up and down.  Great entertainment.

Gotta run.

Quigles]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy Summer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/682394</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 19:35:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been such a busy summer I haven't written in my diary all summer.  I had a bladder infection bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been such a busy summer I haven't written in my diary all summer.  I had a bladder infection but I'm all better now.

Grandma L. came over yesterday to see us.  We haven't seen her forever.  She's fun.  Mom said we'll seeing Grandma all the time now.  She's moving into our upstairs on Saturday.  Yay more people to pet us.  Now Mom won't have to run across town to be with grandma so she'll be home a lot more.  The news gets better and better.

The only bad news is that we won't be able to visit Grandma upstairs because she has 2 cats that don't like dogs.  We'll have to have Grandma visit us downstairs and outside.  Mom has been letting us upstairs this week until Grandmas and those darn cats move in - Mom says it's good exercise for chubby Cylla.  Upstairs is very interesting.  We can see all the dogs in the neighborhood.  We like it up here.

It was a sad day on Friday.  Mommy had to have a tree taken down.  She said it's always sad when you lose a tree.  The squirrels and birds are not happy.  Mom is planning to plant a new tree.

Huge day shadowing Mom today, so nap time.

Later - Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I earned my Gardener Badge</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/674402</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 May 2010 21:39:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is wondering if there is such a thing as &quot;dog scouts&quot;, kind of like boyscouts but for dogs.  She ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is wondering if there is such a thing as "dog scouts", kind of like boyscouts but for dogs.  She said if I was a dog scout she could make me a little vest and I could earn all kinds of badges to put on it.  Today I would have earned the "Gardener" badge.  I helped Mom plant the tomatoes and I only killed one radish sprout - I was just trying to help and dig a hole for the next plant - I didn't know that durn radish had sprouted.  I helped Mom drag the hose around and helped spread out the mulch  I love to multi-task.  It's catch the ball, chase the broom, sneak attack on Priscilla, run like the wind.  It's an exciting life.

Big excitement this morning.   We have new neighbors and we got a close up look at one of their dogs.  It was a dogue bordeau.  A monster.  She jumped her fence and sashayed over to our gate in the alley and peeked under the gate.  Of course Priscilla and I made quite the ruckus to let her know how tough we were.  Mom was pretty shook up.  She said the dog's face was as big as my body.  

So as you can imagine, I'm plumb tuckered out after that exciting day.  Have to go get my beauty sleep.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Has Anyone Ever Seen A Bugs Ear?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/661694</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 15:45:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, now I've heard everything.  Mom put on our hooded sweatshirts today, (because it was a  little ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, now I've heard everything.  Mom put on our hooded sweatshirts today, (because it was a  little nippy) and she said Priscilla and I were cuter than a bugs ear.  Excuse me.  Since when has a bug's ear been cute and how the heck would Mom even know.  Has anyone ever seen a bug's ear.  Mom is losing it.  

Mom took the day off to go over to Grandma's and take her grocery shopping and errands and whatever the heck they do that they don't ever  invite yours truly to tag along.  But, Grandma was sick so Mom has been home all day with us.  I love those days when Mom hangs out with us.  Even though I had to help her with the garden stuff again.  Boy was I pooped (no pun intended) when we cleaned out the hosta garden.  Hey someone has to bark at the rake.

And guess what.  Mom found my collection of frisbees and we played frisbee forever.  Then Mom had to take them away from me because I tend to eat them when the game is over.

Dad just left for the bar so it's nice and peaceful in the house.  Priscilla is giving Mom the evil eye.  She's telling her it's 6 minutes to suppertime.  It's amazing how she always knows.  She starts whining about  30 minutes prior just to give Mom a heads-up.  Mom said Raffles had that uncanny ability as well.  It must be something chubby Boston's have.  Prissy has to go on a diet.

Well time to scoot and get my dinner.  

Bark at ya later.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jack of All Trades</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/659324</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 13:06:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy have I been busy today.  I'm Mom's sidekick and we cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom and a co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy have I been busy today.  I'm Mom's sidekick and we cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom and a corner of the basement.  It was dangerous.  I had to fight with the broom and the mop and the vacuum.  And then we had sweeping and raking to do outside.  I had to show those long handled gizmos that they may be bigger than me, but I'm way tougher.

Now that sweet Maleka is at the Bridge with Callie and Raffles, her outside kennel is up for grabs.  Mom and I cleaned out all the straw and made a nice cozy place for us to soak up the sun in the afternoons.  Dad wanted to wall it in and use it for storage but wiser heads prevailed.  It is capturing sunbeams as I speak.  It was 50 degrees today in Minnesota.  That is amazing.

So my friends, as you can imagine I am pooped out.  Mom says FINALLY.  I guess I am pretty energetic.  Guess I'll go take a nap to store up on energy for this afternoon's escapades.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mommy is the Best Snuggler</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/654773</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 19:56:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Life is grand.  When I wake up in the morning, Mom makes me a wonderful breakfast and if Prissy and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life is grand.  When I wake up in the morning, Mom makes me a wonderful breakfast and if Prissy and I look real cute, we get Mom to share her breakfast with us as well.  It is great being a kitchen dog.  A lot of dogs say they like to be where the action is.  Not me, I like to be where the food lives.

Dad is usually home with us all day, but the last couple of days he had a job and we had the place all to ourselves.  I'd tell you what we were up to, but Mom might read my page and then I'd be in big trouble.

Mom made us a wonderful dinner as usual and gave me carrots and steamed cauliflower for a treat.  Yummy!

But my favorite part of the day is when Mom turns off the lights and sleeps with me.  She is the best snuggler.  Priscilla snuggles underneath the covers behind Mom's legs and Mom snuggles around me  and makes me feel safe.  I love Mommy smells.  I listen to her breathe and fall asleep really fast.

Life is good.

Hi Callie, and Raffles.  Give Maleka kisses for us.

Quigley.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Famous</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/652183</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 16:44:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/652183</guid>
		<description>You guys won't believe this.  I was chosen as one of the diary picks of the day.  What an honor.  Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You guys won't believe this.  I was chosen as one of the diary picks of the day.  What an honor.  Thank you Dogster.  Priscilla didn't want Mom to tell me.  She was afraid I'd get the "Big Head".  I am stoked.  So I have to think about this.  I'm sure that this calls for extra treats tonight.  I'll even share them with Priscilla.  Who knew I had such a gift for gab.

On a sadder note, Mom just told me where Maleka went.  I've been searching for her everywhere.  Mom said her body gave out and she went on a train to the Rainbow Bridge where they would make her all better and she could run and jump like me, and some day I would see her again.  I will miss her.  She was always a sweet sister and never growled at me.  Mom said if I look in a dark sky I will see a shiny light and that will be Maleka, Callie and Raffles looking in on us.  Mom is missing Maleka something fierce so I will snuggle with her extra close when we sleep tonight.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mommy is Sad Today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/650446</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 18:38:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy is very sad today.  Her face keeps getting wet and I can't find Maleka anywhere.   Maleka hasn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy is very sad today.  Her face keeps getting wet and I can't find Maleka anywhere.   Maleka hasn't been feeling well this past week.  Her back legs aren't working.  Mommy said for me not to worry and she will explain it all to me tomorrow when we're sitting in a sunbeam.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Was So Brave</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/635497</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:52:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mom took me in to get my toes trimmed today.  This is only my second time ever at the Groomers.  The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took me in to get my toes trimmed today.  This is only my second time ever at the Groomers.  The vet usually does it.  Mommy was so proud of me.  I let them use the grinder thing instead of the big scary clippers.  Mom said my eyes got so big.  Then everyone said I was so adorable and I got lots of treats and got to walk around the store and say hi to everyone and picked out some great blueberry treats. 

I also met a foxy girl Golden Labordoodle.  She was too young for me, but I told her to look me up when she got a little older.  I love the ladies.  Something I picked up from Raffles.

Mom even took me for a walk over by the cemetery.  What a great day.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Starving - Send Food</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/632112</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 15:07:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/632112</guid>
		<description>As you can see in my photo, I'm starving.  I'm just not getting enough food.  My bones are sticking  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As you can see in my photo, I'm starving.  I'm just not getting enough food.  My bones are sticking out.  If you love me, please send treats.

Mom also dressed me up in the lady bug costume - even though I'm a macho guy.  You know how they do it in the magazines - who wore it best?  That's what I'm asking you guys.  Who is the better ladybug - Priscilla or me?

It's brrrr city out there today.  Priscilla is being a house dog most of the day, but I run out and back in a lot, just to be nosy and do my thing.  Mom says Priscilla is like a reverse camel.  She can hold it forever.  I wonder what her secret is.  

Even Chewtoy got in on the act and posed for Mom.  The only holdout was Maleka.  She looked at Mom and said "don't even go there", so Mom backed off.  Maleka is 13 now so Mom let's her have her way sometimes.

So, Happy Halloween - Its my first one.  I hope no one scary comes to the door.  Mom says there are no kids in the neighborhood so we probably won't see any monsters.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yay - It's my birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/630484</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:25:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a day.  Today I'm one - big excitement.  And I didn't turn into a cat.  That sister of mine, sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a day.  Today I'm one - big excitement.  And I didn't turn into a cat.  That sister of mine, she had me going.  So now I'm a dog.  I don't look or feel any different.  Mom says turning into a "dog" will mature me and mellow me out.  But I've got news for you Mom, I'm staying the same.  I'm going to be like Peter Pan and be a puppy forever.    So look out world no growing up for me yet, I enjoy being a puppy so I think I will stay that way for just a little longer.

But the best thing about it being my birthday is that I got new toys and treats.  What a great day.  Of course I shared them with Priscilla and Maleka (Mom made me).  That's what brothers do.

So Dad has been playing catch with me all night and Mom has ben hanging with the girls.  Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Last Day for Puppiness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/630119</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 08:48:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well my friends, Mom says it's my Birthday tomorrow.  My very first one.   I've never had a birthday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well my friends, Mom says it's my Birthday tomorrow.  My very first one.   I've never had a birthday before so I'm excited.  Priscilla says I will probably score some very nice birthday treats and I'd better share with her.

Cylla also said I will no longer be a puppy.  What does that mean?
She said I might turn into a cat.  Now I'm getting nervous.  If I turn into a cat will I have to go live with Chewtoy in the dining room.    I'm not very good with languages and I might not be able to purr?  But if I do turn from a puppy into a cat, I know I will look adorable and my firend Chewtoy will show me the ropes.  Tomorrow will be an adventure.  I will keep you posted.

Quigley - a puppy for at least one more day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Helped Mom Clean Out the Garden</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/628773</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:01:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy am I pooped.  We cleaned out the garden today because Mom says winter will be here before we kno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy am I pooped.  We cleaned out the garden today because Mom says winter will be here before we know it.

Mom doesn't want me to eat tomatoes but she did let me eat the baby carrots that were hiding in the garden. Yummy.  And I saw my first worm but I didn't eat it.  I do have some cooth.

And then I played frisbee until Mom's arm gave out.  Now I'm tired big time.  

Night. Night.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yay!  Mom Took Down the Kennel</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/625346</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Oct 2009 05:57:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well you guys, I talked her into it.  Mom took down the kennel.  Now I get to snuggle with Mom every ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well you guys, I talked her into it.  Mom took down the kennel.  Now I get to snuggle with Mom every night.  It's only a twin bed, but Mom is  thin and Priscilla and I sandwich her in at night and we have plenty of room.  Mom said she feels like an oreo.  But last night Priscilla got in bed first and laid right  smack dab in the middle of it and didn't want to move an inch.  I know she wasn't sleeping.  She was just showing me who's boss.  But Mom and I were able to wiggle in and get cosy.  Mom put on flannel sheets and it was nice and snuggly, because boy is it getting cold outside.

Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Almost A Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/619373</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Sep 2009 20:24:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well Mom broke the bad news to me today.  The end of October I will no longer be a cute little puppy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well Mom broke the bad news to me today.  The end of October I will no longer be a cute little puppy face.  She said October 24th is my birthday and I graduate from being a puppy to a real dog.  I haven't quite decided if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I know when I do something wrong they say "oh he's just a puppy".  What's going to happen when I'm a dog?  Does this mean I going to have to be good?  Doggone it, I've been having so much fun being a puppy I think I will renegotiate my contract.  I'm going to have to talk to my agent.

Some good news for me this week.  Mom put a bed in the office, because she just can't get a good night's sleep with Dad's snoring.  And guess who gets to sleep with her.  That's right little old me.  It sure beats being in the kennel.  As long as I'm not too squirmy and don't mess with Priscilla on the bed Mom says we can try it.  This will be night 3.  So far so good.  Maybe Mom will take the kennel down.  A guy can dream.  

Everyone have a great holiday.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need your vote today.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/615879</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 07:18:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/615879</guid>
		<description>This is my last chance in this week's cutest dog competiton.  If your'e  not voting for any other pu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is my last chance in this week's cutest dog competiton.  If your'e  not voting for any other pup I'd love to have you cast your vote my way.  I am not above being bribed.

Here's the link.  

http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=4B0460272E472D4F71704D1D20E6FAEF

Thanks my comprades.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They Thought I Was Cuter Than A Bug's Ear</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/614370</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 07:57:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/614370</guid>
		<description>Thank you my friends.  So many of my fans voted for me in the cutest dog contest, that even though I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you my friends.  So many of my fans voted for me in the cutest dog contest, that even though I didn't win last week they said my showing was so good that put me through to this week, so I'm asking for your votes once again.   In today's economy it's tough for a handsome guy like me to get a job as they think  my cuteness will stop work productivity so I need to find some sort of job to help  Mommy pay for my treats.   I'd say this job is right up my alley.  Thanks for your vote. 

Here's my link. 

http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=4B0460272E472D4F71704D1D20E6FAEF

Giggles from Quiggles  (aka Quigley)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm In A Contest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/612512</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Aug 2009 09:11:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey gang.  Mommy entered me in the &quot;Cutest Dog Competition&quot;.  She says if you think I'm cuter than a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey gang.  Mommy entered me in the "Cutest Dog Competition".  She says if you think I'm cuter than a bugs ear, please vote for me.  Here's a direct link.  

http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=4B0460272E472D4F71704D1D20E6FAEF

Thanks.  Maybe I can win some treat money.   I'm always so 
hungrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry.

Giggles from Quiggles]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Were Attacked By A Horse</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/610496</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Aug 2009 08:32:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday morning was starting out great.  We got up bright and early at 6:00 (we let Mom sleep in an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday morning was starting out great.  We got up bright and early at 6:00 (we let Mom sleep in an extra 30 minutes).  Mom fed us (her breakfasts are the best - she never forgets) and Mom went to the farmers market.  When Mom came home she took Priscilla and I for our daily walk.  We went on a different route this morning and were enjoying all the new smells.  All a sudden a BIG dog started barking as we approached his house.  Mom saw that he was inside the house on the front porch so she was only worried about keeping us moving past the house quickly so there wouldn't be a lot of barking noise in the neighborhood.  All a sudden this "horse"  who was about ten times my size (no lie) burst through the front door and was on us.  Mom said later he was the size of a great dane and thought he was a mix, so didn't have any idea of his temperment.  Mom heard the dad shouting to the dog to be quiet -he was in the backyard - right before the dog came bounding out.  I have to tell you, if I would have had pants on I would have peed my pants.  I weigh in at 16 pounds so you can imagine me looking up and seeing this huge thing right above me.  And you know my sister Priscilla, her background is that she is a Katrina dog, so she has a problem with other dogs by her, so you can imagine her state of mind.  Poor Mom, she was frantic, she was trying to hold on to both of us especially Priscilla because she was already baring teeth.  And boy did Mom yell for those people to come out and get their dog, and she yelled and she yelled.    It seemed like it took them forever to get out there.  She heard the Dad ask how he got out, and said a quick sorry when he finally grabbed the big guy.  It happened so fast.  I was pretty scared and so was Priscilla but Mom saved us somehow.  When he took the dog in the house Mom got down with us on the sidewalk and was visibly shaking.  She sat there for several minutes trying to get her composure back and checking us out to see if we were okay.  And can you believe it, not one person in that house came out to see if we were okay.  Shame on them.  Their house number is 8xx  on 27th St. NE.   Stay away from there.  We walked away physically unscathed except Mom broke a fingernail halfway down (ouch) and broke a blood vessel in her finger for hanging on to our leashes so tight.    She took us down one house and then sat down again still trying to stop shaking.  

When Mom got home she checked us again and realized we all survived.  Priscilla is now sleeping. What a morning.

I still can't believe those people were so insensitive to the situation that they would not come back out to see if we were okay.  Mom says there are all kinds of people in the world.  I'm thankful that my Mom is one of the nicer ones.

Well on with the day.  We're sending Mom to the library so she can find something fun to read.

Giggles from Quiggles]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Think I Ate The Couch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/608547</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 11:57:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy am I in big trouble.  While Mom was at the market this morning, I got my toy stuck in the big so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy am I in big trouble.  While Mom was at the market this morning, I got my toy stuck in the big sofa chair and while I was trying to rescue it, I accidentaly took a bite out of the chair  Of course Priscilla was no help at all. She said now you did it, Mom's going to be upset.  

So when Mom came home I tried to look as innocent as possible, but as soon as she saw the door closed to her room she couldn't  understand why Dad did that and when she opened the door and saw stuffing all over the floor,  I thought she was going have a coronary.  

What I don't understand is how Mom would automatically know it was me and not Priscilla.   She took one look at the chair and then to me and started shaking her finger.  I still tried to go with the innocence thing but she didn't buy it for a minute.  Mom got out her big needle and ultra heavy thread and had it stitched up in no time.   But she's not trusting me now.    So I guess the door will now be closed when she leaves or she will put me in my KENNEL.  I deserve it.  My bad.

But I know Mom still loves me, even though she said it is her favorite thing in the whole house.  The chair is big and comfy and Mom, Priscilla and I can all sit on it and watch TV or read a book.

I guess I'll have to look especially cute for the rest of the day.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maleka is Way Smelly</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/607284</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 19:15:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I ran outside Friday morning and went up to greet my sister Maleka and the smell stopped me in my tr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I ran outside Friday morning and went up to greet my sister Maleka and the smell stopped me in my tracks.  Man did she smell.  I called Priscilla over and we both agreed it was the worst thing we had ever smelled.  Mom says Maleka got sprayed by a skunk and we had to stay away from her until Dad could clean her up as Mom had to take Grandma to the doctor.  

Boy was Mom glad we weren't out there, because we are house dogs and Mom doesn't know what the heck she would have done.

So poor Maleka is banned from the house until the smell wears off.  She had a bath, but she's still skunky.

She enjoys the outdoors except when there's a storm or fireworks.

Maleka told me to stay away from black cats with white stripes.

Boy is Maleka living up to her nickname "Stinky"

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>15 Pounds Can Be Rugged</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/604423</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 20:26:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay!  I get to meet new people tomorrow.  

The house we live in is a duplex and Mom and Dad own i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay!  I get to meet new people tomorrow.  

The house we live in is a duplex and Mom and Dad own it and we live on the ground floor.   Our bestest friends Jason and Jaime lived upstairs for four years.  Jaime is now Dr. Jaime and she and Jason moved back to live closer to their families in North Dakota and she will be doctoring all the dogs and cats out there.  We will miss them so much.  It's like losing part of our family.  They always knew just where to scratch a guy.  They promise they will visit, so I'm holding them to it.

So now we are anxiously awaiting our new renters.  I get to meet them tomorrow.  The only bad thing is that Mom says Priscilla and I have to have baths so we will look our best.  Come on Mom, It's taken me a month to get this earthy smell.  If I get a bath it might take away some of my ruggedness.  Okay Priscilla, quit laughing, I can look rugged even if I ony weigh 15+ pounds.  It's attitude Sister.

So its off to bed for me and "P".    Mom will have a big day putting on the finishing touches on the place upstairs before they come to pick up the keys.

We are so excited.  More people to play with.  Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Ball Swallowed My Face</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/602729</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Jul 2009 20:09:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a wonderful evening.  Mom was gone most of the day - but she's home now.  She had to work and t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a wonderful evening.  Mom was gone most of the day - but she's home now.  She had to work and then do groceries with grandma and of course she had to stay and play a couple of games of Parcheesi.  Mom royally spanked Grandma's butt, but Grandma won the second game.  

Mom brought me home a wonderful ball just my size, but before she knew it I had let the air out and the ball ate my face.  Of course Mom laughed her butt of before I had a chance to escape.  I trounched it and it will take no more prisoners while I'm around.

I have a new hobby.  Frisbee catching.  Mom says I'm very good at it.  Of course as I'm a small pup Mom is substituting plastic coffee can covers and plastic lids.  My record is 6 in a row.  I'm very fast.  I don't always catch them, but Mom is amazed that I bring them all back and put them in a pile by her feet.  Of course Dad says he taught me how to play, but it was Mom.

Mom promises she will be home with us all day tomorrow.  Yay.

Poor Priscilla, she is sitting under Mom's desk and Maleka is hiding in the front room.  They don't like the fireworks.  But as long as Mom is near them, they know they'll be okay.

Uh oh gotta go, that ball thing is trying to come back to life.  

Quigley

P.S.  Mom weighed me at class last night and I'm almost 16 pounds.  I'm getting very tall.  Tall and Mean.  Mom always laughs when I say that.  She thinks I'm adorable.  But I'm not going to argue with her.  She's the keeper of the treats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life Is Grand</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/586407</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 May 2009 11:01:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay - it's puppy class tonight.   Just me and Mom.  It's something I look forward to.  I think Prisc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay - it's puppy class tonight.   Just me and Mom.  It's something I look forward to.  I think Priscilla does to, because I have to be honest, I do annoy her.  I just want to play.  And when I'm at puppy class she can relax.

The renters upstairs have a friend who has a new Boston puppy and they said they will bring him over to play with me.  I can hardly wait.

Daddy picked up a job this week for two days so we've been stuck in the house for 2 days.  I want to be out in the sun.  I love outdoors.

I have discovered that someone attached a strange thing to my back side.  I keep chasing it but I can never catch it.  Mom laughed at me and said it was just my tail.  What's a tail?  She said it's the strangest tail she has ever seen.  It goes out straight and then it turns and now that it's growing longer I can see the durn thing.  I'm still going to try to catch it.

Mom separated Priscilla and me  today.  I have the run of the whole kitchen and poor old Priscilla has to stay in Mom's room on the comfy chair.    She said that's the only way Priscilla can get some peace and quiet while she's gone.  Is that a roundabout way to say I'm a pain.  I wonder.  I'm just so full of energy I have to share it.  Maybe the cat will venture into the kitchen today.  That would be fun.

Well I'd better take a nap so I'm all ready for class tonight.

Giggles from Quiggles]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Didn't Even Feel It</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/581365</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 11:27:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got me fixed 8 days ago.  I didn't even know I was broken.  

Mom was feeling really guilty ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got me fixed 8 days ago.  I didn't even know I was broken.  

Mom was feeling really guilty taking me in to get neutered.  But she knew it was the right thing to do.  I also got microchipped and got a nose job at the same time.  But I'm still as handsome as ever, just needed to open my nares a bit.  

When Mom picked me up I had this crazy cone thing on my head so I was looking pretty sad.  As soon as we got home Mom took it off and man I was an energizer bunny again.  I didn't feel a thing.  Mom was expecting me to have some pain and be really lethargic like Raffles was after he got fixed.  Not me.  I'm super dog.  Mom was trully amazed.  

She kept me away from my sister for a few days, but Mom said I was her same old jumping jack boy.  

And now I've been to puppy class two times.  What fun.  I have two new friends and we are learning all kinds of things.  I've got that sit thing down pat and last week we learned "leave it" - no problem.

Mom says I'm having some difficulty with down, but that may be because I just had surgery or it's my crazy tail.  Dad says it's like a tripod.  We have to work on that this week.

Dad's trying to teach me to shake and Mom says to wait until I've got my other commands down pat.    One thing at a time.  I mean it's not like the president is coming over to our house soon and I'd have to shake his hand.  Come on Dad, give me some slack.

And the sun has been shining in our yard.  It's fabulous.  My favorite toy is the wiffle ball.  I've finally figured out how to pick it up.

Life is Good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life Is Grand</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/576900</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Apr 2009 19:51:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Man o Man.  I went on my first walk with the girls yesterday.  Mom was so proud of me.  She carried  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Man o Man.  I went on my first walk with the girls yesterday.  Mom was so proud of me.  She carried me for a bit, but I walked forever.  There were so many smells.  I think I love walks.  Mom when are we going again?

Mom enrolled me in puppy class which starts on Friday.  I'm so excited to meet new friends.

I'm getting really macho.  Last time Mom weighed me I was over 11 pounds.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom You Have To Be More Specific</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/563509</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:28:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy I was so proud of myself.  Mom was giving me grief for going potty like a girl.  How did I know  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy I was so proud of myself.  Mom was giving me grief for going potty like a girl.  How did I know I was supposed to lift my leg.  So now I've been lifting my leg and she tells me it's the wrong one.  What do you want lady.  I need diagrams.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've Been Tagged by two Gorgeous Gals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/554083</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:25:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/554083</guid>
		<description>Dad says I'm quite the ladies man because I've been tagged by two gorgeous gals.  Jessie and Gracie. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad says I'm quite the ladies man because I've been tagged by two gorgeous gals.  Jessie and Gracie.  My mommy is so busy this time of year she apologizes she probably won't have time to tag anyone.  She's been working really long hours and going back and forth to grandmas house.  Mom says she can only think of 3 funny things about me., but I'm only 12 weeks.  I'm sure I'll get funnier.

1.  I have the funniest tail.  For a Boston it's pretty long and then it angles to the right.  

2.  I make the biggest noises when I play with my sister.  Mom thinks that's too much noise coming out of 6 pounds.

3.  Mom thinks its funny when I steal Daddy's clothes from the floor.  She knows better and puts hers away.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Ate Snow Today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/550617</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 14:48:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm 11 weeks old.  What an adventure it has been.  Mom brought me home to live with them 3 weeks ago ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm 11 weeks old.  What an adventure it has been.  Mom brought me home to live with them 3 weeks ago.    My sister Priscilla (Cylla) has really taken me under her wing.    I know I can be a bother sometimes, but hey I'm just a puppy and she's so fun to play with.  

It has been so cold here in Minnesota that Mom hasn't taken me outside to go potty, so she's been trying to housebreak me on paper and potty pads.  But I'm just a puppy, so sometimes my little brain doesn't remember.  Mom talked to a trainer and she said she had to take me out or I'd never learn, so today we had a heat wave of 20 degrees with no wind so Mom took me outside.  I found this wonderful white stuff to eat.  Mom called it snow and told me not to eat the yellow stuff.  I'll have to ask Cylla about that.  Then I ran off the porch and found that I sunk right into the white stuff, down to my knees.  That was weird.   Mom rescued me, but I was having a great time.  Mom didn't let me stay out too long because she said I would get cold.  Mom wanted me to do something out there but I'm not sure what.  She said we could go out later.  What fun and I have the most macho green sweater to wear.  

Life is good.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have Three Names</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/545094</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Jan 2009 06:12:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You guys are going to be so impressed.  Mom gave me two more names.  I must be very special.  Mom sa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You guys are going to be so impressed.  Mom gave me two more names.  I must be very special.  Mom said she was registering me with the AKC whatever that is and we had to come up with a longer name.  

My official name is now:  Quigley Kilian Ranalt

Mom picked out the name Quigley before she even met me, and she said it fit me so it was a done deal.  For my other 2 names she wanted to go with Irish names because Mom is half Irish and she likes the way they roll off the tongue.  So Mom picked two names that describe me to a T.

Kilian means:  small and fierce (that's me)

Ranalt means:  charming

What can I say, Mom knows me.  Then just for fun she looked up the meaning of the name Quigley and it means "messy hair" .  Now you guys know that's not true.  I'm a Boston.  Well two out of three is not bad.

With my AKC registration I get 3 months of pet insurance.   Mom is looking for pet insurance for Priscilla and me.  Does anyone have any feedback on this as to what would be the best company.

Well gotta run.  I haven't bothered Priscilla in at least 5 minutes.  She'll think I don't love her.

Giggles from Quiggles.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Year's Resolutions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/544728</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jan 2009 08:55:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy says we need to make New Years resolutions and she said I need to make a lot of them.

1.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy says we need to make New Years resolutions and she said I need to make a lot of them.

1.  I need to remember where my potty place is.

2.  I need to remember that ears and toes are not for biting.

3.  I need to remember that I don't have brakes when I go racing across the kitchen floor.

4.  I need to try not to steal everything my sister Priscilla has in her mouth unless she has specifically said "let's play''.

5.  I need to remember shoes and slippers are not toys abd I shouldn't drag them all over the house.

Boy that's alot of things for a small little pup like me to accomplish.

I told Mommy that I should also list what I'm already good at.

1.  I put a smile on everyone's face when they see me.

2.  I have already discovered where all the heat ducts are so I can stay nice and toasty.

3.  I only cry for about 30 seconds when I'm put in my kennel.

4.  I ALWAYS eat all my food.

See, I'm a pretty good boy and under my sister Priscilla's sisterly love and guidance I will learn everything I need to know in no time at all.

Quigley 

5.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have a Furever Home in Minnesota</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770/diary/Giggles_from_quiggles/543205</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 11:48:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Quigley ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi gang,

Quigley here.  I'm a macho 4.3 lb Boston Terrier .    I'm 9 weeks old.  My Mom came all  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi gang,

Quigley here.  I'm a macho 4.3 lb Boston Terrier .    I'm 9 weeks old.  My Mom came all the way to Wisconsin to pick me up and take me to my furever home in Minnesota last Friday.  She drove over 8 hours to get me.  What an adventure.   

My first impressions:  Mom and Dad are great and I have a dog sister Maleka (a husky) who stays outside most of the time and a cat brother Chewtoy, and an amazing sister Priscilla who looks just like me.  Mom was a little nervous about the two of us meeting, but I charmed her over and we are fast friends.   Mom keeps a careful eye on us.  Priscilla puts up with all my antics but I know I can be a pain at times.   Mom keeps telling her that once I put a bunch of weight on then she can roughhouse me more.  

Being in Minnesota I'm too little to go outside right now.    I can't wait until Spring when I'm bigger so I can explore the yard and go for walks.  Life is good.  How did I get so lucky to find a family that loves me and a sister that will show me all the ropes.  

Bye gang, time for a nap.

Quigley]]></content:encoded>
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