A late night post . . . and a baby

Good night, or rather, Almost Good morning
Mommy and I can't sleep.  So, we shall write a post. I think it was a brilliant idea.  In the last post, I mentioned my daughter.  My husband, Hootie, and I adopted her, as we can't have babies our selves.  She is named after Hootie's big sister, Baby Rocket dog, and my big sister, Sylvie. I have one  picture of her with me, that I was able to sneak in past Mommy's no picture policy until after groomed policy. I really do look like a different dog. I don't look Welsh at all. I will get groomed soon, but when, I am not sure.  Well, here it is.  The picture I was able to sneak in.
She is a bit shy, so she was trying to hide behind me.

 

 

Sally Ann Phillips

Thoughtfull talking thursday

Hi it's me, Sally Ann.  We are back.  Today we slept late, it was 10:30 when we got up. Wow, it was late.  Andy tried to get Mommy up by giving her kisses.  He loves Mommy very much.  Then, Mommy had a medium size milk bone for us.  She put half in my day crate, and half in Andy's play pen.  I wanted to get at it, but Mommy said I had to wait till she left.  Finally, she let me in.  Andy was doing his circus walk for his.  He is part human. He can walk on back legs for a long time. I wonder if there are any other Eskies who human walk dance? 
Mommy said we desperately need to be groomed, but Mommy says we must earn more green dollars; so, I am helping Mommy with a new blog.  I read about a lady who moved to France by writing a blog.  Funny, a human who can earn green papers simply by writing. I told Mommy she should write a blog with my name. I like the name, "Words from a Welsh person," or "Sayings from Sylvie."  If y'all can think of any catchy names, let me know. It is hard being the intellectual doggie. Andy is plenty smart, but he prefers to tell the other doggies that he is Mommie's man dog.
During my time away, Hootie and I adopted a puppy named Baby Sylvie. I don't have any good pictures because Mommy said, "no." She says I am to woolly, and I want to show y'all what I look like. So, for now, you will just have to imagine what we look like. Andy is acting funny now, so I have to go and make sure he is not getting something I am not.
Sally Ann Phillips

Hello we have been away

Hi from Atlanta.  We are here, and Mommy has a new computer; so, she has no reason to not help us with our blog.  We are here. We are here. We need to be groomed badly, so Mommy said no pictures of us.  I currently look like a wholly Airedale puppy, and Andy's biscuit cream colors are more biscuit cream than white.  Our adventures have consisted of going to visit the pizza truck, watching Mommy try to vacuum; but, the beast died.  Dying vacuum cleaner beast make horrible sounds.  I think Andy's furs killed the vacuum.  Did y'all know that my big brother Mack went through four or five vacuums. American Eskimo dogs have lots of hairs, and they can kill vacuum cleaner monsters.  Mommy tried switching our doggie food.  I have an iron stomach, but American Eskimos don't.  Andy was sick for three days, and he had lots of pepto.  His main was pink.  Andy looked like he had been dyed pink.  He was quite funny to look at.  He did not feel well.  He recovered, but Mommy learned a lesson. We only eat Blue Buffalo sensitive stomach dog food. I have to sit by Mommy now, and I quite enjoy my Mommy time.
Your wholly Welsh lady friend,
Sally Ann

A new friend . . . kinda

Mommy went to a yard sale today, and she brought a new friend for us. She moves, mews and lays down. Her name is Lulu.

Andy Stanley, the mommies boy

Hello y'all,
I love my brother, but sometimes, he is a Mommies boy.   He sings when Mommy leaves, and I help him to sing. I don't the vocal cords of a northern dog, but I add my voice to help. This is Andy sitting in Mommies lap.
Sally Ann Phillips