<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 08:26:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Saffie and Nigell's Blog</title><description>A tale of two Tails.</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/blogger.html</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-5029538037891338253</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-25T15:09:13.236-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Frisbee is the new Black.</title><description>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5620-%281024x768%29-725758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5620-%281024x768%29-725680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well my Dad bought me a new toy.  I have never seen anything like it.  It flies and floats on the air!  I will run and chase it down with my sister in tow.  She does not know how to pick it up though.  She stands on it while she is trying to pick it up.  Silly girl!  I on the other hand know how to pick it up and run with it.     This is our last weekend here in Virgina for aw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5615-%281024x768%29-767886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5615-%281024x768%29-767878.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hile&lt;/span&gt; so we are making the best of it.  It was 90 degrees today so Dad thought it was a good time for a bath.  I did not mind the bath today because of the cool water.  Both my sister and me are getting better in the bath.  I also help clean sister while Dad is working on her.  I am after all the BIG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LICKER&lt;/span&gt;.  I lick everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-5029538037891338253?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/04/frisbee-is-new-black.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-1894882540078139219</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T17:57:53.097-04:00</atom:updated><title>I am Officially Registered!</title><description>Well I finally achieved the official status as a Registered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Pei.  I would have been bestowed this stature earlier BUT my Dad lost my original paperwork and we had to do it again.  Well today is the day I have my papers.  Saffron got hers a few months ago.  (because Mom did it and did not loose them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5595_1-719576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5595_1-719569.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we got to try out our new slickers.  It really did not rain in Canada much while we were there because it snowed and snowed.   Our Dad snapped some shots of us in our digs and wanted to share them.  Saffron did not like getting wet and closed her eyes most of the time (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much like a girl).  I on the other hand did not care about the water on my face and could have stayed out for a few hours.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5601_1-778445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5601_1-778437.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffron seems to be fine from her surgery.  She is acting like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does not even hurt and is wanting to play like normal but Dad is keeping us calm so we don't over do it.  I am sure he means well but we are puppies and enjoy our rough and tumble play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-1894882540078139219?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/04/i-am-officially-registered.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-5864707256278469230</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T17:26:21.357-04:00</atom:updated><title>OUCH!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5578_1-717637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5578_1-717629.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!  This Spay thing hurt.  I was at the hospital for most of the day.  They are nice and all but they can do some strange things.  They shaved me.  I have never been shaved before and it was a bit scary.  I watch dad do it in the mornings but I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over I was awoken by my dad.  He came in and rescued me.  He also took my picture.  Doesn't he know not to take a girl's picture until she has time to fix herself.  I am a bit embarrassed but I guess it is OK because I am allowed to not look my best in the hospital.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5580_1-738903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5580_1-738897.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home now trying to understand what an E-Collar is for.  Dad is making me wear one and I am having some difficulty.  I don't understand why my dad is just watching me.  He normally comes to my rescue.  I am confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-5864707256278469230?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/04/ouch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-2425516961632606959</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 09:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T06:08:15.306-04:00</atom:updated><title>Babies First Spring</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5553-765847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5553-765548.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this Spring thing is great.  We are out of the Great White North and down in sunny Virginia where it is Spring.  My Dad tells me we don't have to worry about the snow for a while.  My brother and I still have our winter coats on and will have to be putting them away for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends we get to look out the front door and windows when our Dad is home.  Also when he is home we get to go on these long walks.  Brother and I have not been used to these walks for a while (that snow thing) so we are tuckered when we get back.  We are just getting used to the shorter daily trots around the neighborhood but these weekend expeditions are a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Dr. Jones on Friday and got poked and prodded a bunch.  My brother got the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5538-727050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_5538-726742.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worst.  He was on the table for a good 15 min.  They looked from the front to the back and I mean all the way back.  Needless to say he handled the indignity with pride.  I have to go back on Thursday for my Girlie procedure.  I will have some down time then and will let you know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-2425516961632606959?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/04/babies-first-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-694300545402209380</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-28T09:50:30.014-04:00</atom:updated><title>Operation "Spring Wrinkle"</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The two wrinkle monsters are planning on invading Northern Virginia.  Be on the lookout for two wrinkle factory's running amuck in our local neighborhood.  We are expecting them to be quite cute and lovable.  Also, if encountered beware of possible licking attack.           &lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-694300545402209380?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/03/operation-sping-wrinkle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dad)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-6681653679509148920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T09:36:37.950-05:00</atom:updated><title>New pet store</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4839_1-727273.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4839_1-727264.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 159px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow my Mom found us a new pet store here.  &lt;a href="http://www.wagpetshop.ca/"&gt;http://www.wagpetshop.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some new slickers and new coats.  We normally go back to the states for new diggs but these were just right for our colder winters.  &lt;a href="http://www.chillydogs.ca/"&gt;http://www.chillydogs.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there while my Dad was in town so my Mom would have some ability to look at the items and not have to deal with me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was glad to see Dad.  Don't get me wrong I am glad to see him also but he is bigger than me and I get nervous around him.  He makes me be good to my sister and comes to her rescue when I get rough.  I don't know why because she is not a little girl anymore and is taller than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4848-720765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4848-720760.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 167px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 155px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad he was here because he took me on a walk with just the two of us.  We got to walk in the snow by the river.  I got to watch the ducks on the ice and meet some new dog friends. He wanted me to do my business but I was holding out so it became a battle of wills.  I won eventually because I didn't do any business but he put up a good challenge.  We were out for almost an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-6681653679509148920?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/02/new-pet-store.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total><georss:point>45.394641 -75.6836153</georss:point></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-1508899489874887693</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T20:28:54.084-05:00</atom:updated><title>Exhausting in the states</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4708_1-734830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4708_1-733702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really exhausting living here in the states.  We have been in our southern home since the holidays.  We get to walk and play in the yard most of the time.  Well we are about to leave all of that behind for a few months and spend some time in the Great White North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was down here I had some minor work done.  I lost my manhood's and they took out my anal gland.  Ouch.  Now that I am better, me and my sister are off again to far away lands.  I for one will welcome the cold.  I get overheated here in this 30 and 40 degree weather.  Show me the teens....  Saffie may even start to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4781_1-779432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4781_1-779029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While away from Canada we have really grown.  I am 34 lbs and Saffie is 25 lbs.  I still have nine pounds of muscle on her and don't think I'm letting it go to waste.  I am also loosing my baby teeth.  I am really growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-1508899489874887693?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/01/exausting-in-states.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-2225564847545619007</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T05:56:44.925-05:00</atom:updated><title>Holidays are over.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4652_1-712512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4652_1-712491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Holidays are over and I can get some rest.  My Mom and Dad were here soooo much that I had little time to sleep.  I am a growing puppy and I need my sleep to be in balance with my play.  I know my sister is non-stop playing and fights to go to sleep.  She finally just collapses then sleeps hard.  I on the other hand have to keep one ear open for all the noises and alert when there is something different.  I sometimes get my parents upset because I am so good at my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met a new friend this holiday season.  Ms Anne is our bladder relief during the day.  She takes us out and gives us treats.  I don't care much for treats but my sister is all over them.  I am hoping to see more of her because we get to go out and take in the smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better get to the thing I have been waiting for.  Sleep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4705_1-799169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4705_1-799160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-2225564847545619007?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2009/01/holidays-are-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-8309134183928619500</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T06:20:55.905-05:00</atom:updated><title>First Christmas tree.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4594_1-736279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4594_1-736217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went on a ride and came back with a tree.  I don't know what it is for but we have it in the house now.  It is kind of like we brought the outdoors inside with is.  My Mom and Dad made a big deal about it.  They were calling it a "Christmas" tree.  It looks like a plain old tree to me and Nigella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched my Dad cut it down.  At first we didn't know what he was doing under the tree. About that time we could see this saw moving back and forth and thought it was attacking our Dad so we were barking for him to run away.  We did not know it was him doing the cutting.  Even when Mom said it was alright we still did not want it getting our Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we put the tree in the back of the truck and went to get it wrapped.  Now that is another thing we did not understand.  Why on earth would you wrap a tree?  And just before they wrapped it, they shook it really hard.  I guess to get the birds out before they wrapped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have this tree in our living room just standing there.  Mom says there will be gifts under it tomorrow.  I hope some of them are for me.  I will sniff them all and let you know which ones are mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-8309134183928619500?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/12/first-christmas-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-4285779279810266619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T19:58:07.525-05:00</atom:updated><title>You better keep eating because I am catching up.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4540_2-787012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4540_2-786999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you had better keep eating brother.  I am in my growth spurt and am taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is right I am looking forward to seeing my Dad. I have him so wrapped around my paw.  He even lets me sleep on his lap after a long day of play. He has never let any puppy do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told mom he created a "Puppy Zone" in the house.  He partitioned off part of the kitchen and breakfast room just for us to play.  I can't wait to test the partitions.  If I know my Dad he installed it so we can't knock it down.  We shall see.  I am getting bigger and can blame my slightly heavier brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-4285779279810266619?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/12/you-better-keep-eating-brother-because.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-6484311824166292718</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T20:02:49.222-05:00</atom:updated><title>When does is stop?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4539_2-775725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4539_2-775719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does this snow thing stop?  In Penn it snows a bunch but not like this place.  I have been here for a few weeks and it has snowed almost everyday.  Don't get me wrong, I like the snow but I was not prepared for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my sister gets cold.  It is below zero some mornings and I even want to get back inside ASAP.  But we will see some grass soon when we take a trip south.  All of us are spending Christmas with Dad.  I am sure my sister will be glad to see him.  We will be able to do normal walks on real sidewalks.  Our sidewalks are down here somewhere under this snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is almost as tall as I am now.  She has grown like a weed and I have having a harder time pushing her around.  But I still have the weight advantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-6484311824166292718?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/12/when-does-is-stop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-1851224803946420098</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T11:17:46.273-05:00</atom:updated><title>I survived a week.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4506_1-702840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4506_1-702768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a week with my new sister and I have survived.  I am getting along with her great.  She is my biggest little pal.  We even share the food and water bowls.  When it comes to the toys we share them also.  I will be playing with one and she will play with another.  Sometimes we want to play with the same toy and then that is where I have to use my extra size to get it.  Well that worked at first but she seems to be getting better at fending me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this other thing that my new Mom and Dad let me do.  It is sleep on the BIG bed.  I have never slept on a BIG bed.  It is great.  We all can snore together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, another thing that is fun to do is bait my little sister to do something.  She has to do everything I do so I pretend to like something then let her have it so I can get what I want.  I learned this from my 80 pound 11 year old  grandpa.  We both lived in the same house in Pennsylvania.  I guess I was the little one there.  Now I am the big dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-1851224803946420098?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/12/i-survived-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-4629523016422616944</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T19:01:24.284-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Big New Toy!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4382_1-747145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4382_1-747102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and mommie went to a place called the airport and picked up my best toy yet.  My Dad. We have played and played and played.  I really am looking forward to the "sleepy time" tonight.  I have never played so much.  He bought me some new toys and something called a raw hide.  I can chew and chew and not get into trouble.  Where was this thing when I had the urge to chew and chewed the coffee table.  I really got into trouble for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my dad and I doing some playtime, my mommie said that this is her first bath in peace since I got here.  I don't understand.  I don't like my baths and I am just protecting her from that horrible fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is something called Turkey Day.  I am told there is this wonderful meal I get to eat on Turkey days.  I just can't wait.  If it is anything like this "raw hide" then lets go to the airport and pick up my daddy every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-4629523016422616944?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/me-and-mommie-went-to-place-called.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-3014438662178616142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T10:21:02.380-05:00</atom:updated><title>Two and a wake up until Black Friday.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Nigell-11-24-08-753021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Nigell-11-24-08-753000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Friday is fast approaching and I am looking forward to seeing my new home.  I hear Miss Saffron is a bit apprehensive to see me since I am bigger than her.  Well I am sure once she meets me I will be nothing but a chew toy for her.  I have grown a bit since my last post so I will include a picture in this entry.  Hopefully my new sister will take a look as see that I am not that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Mom and Dad are traveling a long way to get me and they are worried about the weather.  Well I was born in the lake effect snow region of Pennsylvania and we are well suited for it.  I even hear my dad has reserved hotels up and down the route just in case the weather gets bad.  We shall see what old man winter dishes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will send out a note and let everyone know how my big car ride and hotel stay went and most importantly tell you about my new sister.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-3014438662178616142?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/black-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-2263169146451983216</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-10T19:48:06.690-05:00</atom:updated><title>A New Brother</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4295-795094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4295-794609.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEW BROTHER???  I am not sure how I will like that.  I am enjoying all the attention my mom is giving me now, and I think that will change when Nigell arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom is taking me to something called a Vet.  Not sure what that is, but mom tells me it will make my rash go away.  I think I am allergic to the grass.  Grass is not much of a problem here in Canada because we only see grass for about 2 months out of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun at the park yesterday.  Everyone thought I was so cute with my pink sweater and little coat on.  I was so tired last night that I slept for 8 hours straight.  Mom tells me we are doing that again today so tonight she can catch up on some much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;Time for my nap now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-2263169146451983216?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/new-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-3555153716286205849</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-09T19:19:30.193-05:00</atom:updated><title>No more Team Estrogen!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Nigel-748686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Nigel-748640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,  I am Nigell&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;.  Me and my dad are here to even out the sexes in this family with two of each.  I am such a big boy at 12 weeks old today.  Soon I will have this potty training thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born close to Phil the famous Groundhog.   I hear my Mom and Dad have went to see Phil a few times in the past.  I am not old enough to see the world famous prognosticator.  Maybe when I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still with my bio parents because my new Mom and Dad come and get me on Black Friday!!!   Very fitting for a Black Shar-Pei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the BLOG and saw my new friend Saffron.  She looks like I will never get a moments rest.  From what I hear she is already ruling the house.  When I get there I will have to be extra good and show her how its done.    I also have to talk to my folks and get the name changed on the Blog.  Nigell&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;?  Sounds like they were expecting a girl.  I will just have to silence the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; on the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wanted to just introduce myself and post as soon as I could so Miss Saffron did not think this Blog was all hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-3555153716286205849?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/no-more-team-estrogen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nigell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-2274325768701564491</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-08T12:59:44.459-05:00</atom:updated><title>My New Home</title><description>I am very happy in my new house in Canada.  So many things for me to smell and chew.  My mom calls me a Piranha Puppy.  Not sure what that means. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my mom said we are going to a park and I will meet lots of new friends.  I hope this park thing has lots of toys for me to chew on.  I hope it is close to my house because I can only stay awake for about an hour, and then I like to sleep on my mom's bed on her pillow, or on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am keeping mom busy because she is always running after me.  I like to do laps around the house so I can burn off some excess energy, but she won't let me go up and down the stairs by myself.  I am 7 weeks old and I think I can do stairs by myself. &lt;br /&gt;I was very busy today.  I took all my toys out of my bed and put them around the house so no matter where I am, I will have a toy to play with.  Mom won't let me have any toys on our big bed because she told me that is for sleeping only.&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired now and need to take a nap.  I will write more after I know what a park is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-2274325768701564491?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/my-new-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-7141154131021358367</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T05:02:26.643-05:00</atom:updated><title>Three more states and Canada.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4290_1-780216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/100_4290_1-780211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Virginia earlier than expected.  I had the chance to see my new Mom and Dad earlier so I took it.  A nice flight attendant named Rose accompanied me on my first plane ride yesterday.  Wow, that was something.  It was long and noisy.  I was glad to see my Dad waiting for me at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some bonding before he took me to see this Dr. Jones fellow.  I don't know what to make of him and his white coat.  He stuck me with things.  I am not sure but I get the feeling I may be seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to get up REAL early.  I was just getting used to the Arizona time and now my Dad made me get up at 4:00am.  He said we were going to meet my Mom and we had to drive a long way.  I said fine as long as I can sleep along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the long trip I got to see Maryland, Pennsylvania, and New York.  In Pennsylvania while on a chow break my dad took me to this pile of stuff that was white and cold.  He called it Snow.  I am pretty sure we don't have this stuff in San Diego and Phoenix.  He told me I had better get used to it.  I don't know what he meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news today is I got to met my MOM!    She is the coolest!    I wagged my tail so much I thought it would fall off.  She even took me shopping at PETCO.  I like that place.  We picked out sweaters and things which my Mom said would keep me warm from that white stuff my Dad showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to ride in the front seat of my Mom's truck.  She took me across this big thing over the water then we were in a new place called Canada.  We drove some more then got out at a house that is different than last nights place. My Mom said this was my new home for a while.  As long as she is there I don't care what she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all this day started out early but I got to meet my new Mom.  She also acted like this was a special day for her also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-7141154131021358367?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/three-more-states-and-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579471329248078901.post-4550944463960568172</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T15:31:16.414-04:00</atom:updated><title>Saffron and Nigella's Blog</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Saffron1-744015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.quinnco.info/blog/uploaded_images/Saffron1-743957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get my mug on here before Nigella is born.  This is the only time I will have anything to myself.  Once she is here I will never get top billing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am cute.  Why do you think I was able to scoop up such a good Mom and Dad.   They are already out buying me things before I even get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad picks me up from my Phoenix flight on the 10th.  I will not even be 8 weeks old when I have had my first plane ride and traveled to three states.   I am thinking with three states already under my paws that I might as well try for all fifty.  I might even try for a country of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is time for some more kibbles and a nap.  A girl has to have her beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579471329248078901-4550944463960568172?l=www.quinnco.info%2Fblog%2Fblogger.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.quinnco.info/blog/2008/11/saffron-and-nigellas-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saffron)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>