Giggles from Quiggles

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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.

Quigley

 

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.

Quigley

 

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.

Quigley

 

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.

Quigley

 

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.

Quigley

 

The Blizzard Almost Swallowed Me

December 11th 2010 9:38 pm
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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

 

Yay I'm Famous

December 8th 2010 4:46 am
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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

 

Hey, I'm Just A Pup

December 5th 2010 9:39 am
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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

 

I Am Ruggedly Handsome

December 3rd 2010 7:40 pm
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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

 

First the Sky Now the Ground - What the Heck is Going On

November 23rd 2010 11:37 am
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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

 
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