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It's a sad week - our Brother Chewie has gone to the Bridge

July 1st 2011 6:55 am
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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.



I'm Helping Grandma with her Exercises

June 11th 2011 11:15 am
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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.



I've Been Googled

April 6th 2011 7:45 pm
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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.



Mom Bought Me A New Chucky

April 2nd 2011 8:44 am
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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.



That Sunbeam Guy Has a Weird Sense of Humor

March 27th 2011 7:41 am
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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.


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.


Top Of The Morning To You

March 17th 2011 10:59 am
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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.



My Favorite Relatives Came To See Me

February 26th 2011 3:04 pm
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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.



Home Alone

February 19th 2011 2:50 pm
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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.



Whew - we dodged a bullet

January 16th 2011 9:08 am
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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.



Exhausting Weekend

December 20th 2010 11:25 am
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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.


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