

As for the girls, they are wonderful. We had a scare with Fergie a few weeks ago. We had to take her to the ER vet twice, she was vomiting blood. This gave me flashbacks of Quincy, especially since it was the same ER vet we took him to when he passed away. She is fine now. Just a dog flu bug that was going around. She is so mellow that I check to make sure she is breathing every hour since she doesn't do much but lay around. She will play hard for an hour with her sister and then will sleep for hours. Just a Wheaten thing!
Annie is still eating everything....cell phones, remotes, my MP3 player, part of our dining room table. Last month she pulled a big ceramic cat dish off the counter and proceeded to chew it, there was blood on the tile, the couch and a part of the wall. It was like a crime scene. Smart girl she is, huh? I thought if we left her uncrated for an hour while we gone, what was the worst that could happen? Ha ha! And she never stops harassing the cats and Fergie. I can't for the life of me find the off button on her. I have met several other Goldendoodle and Labradoodle owners at the park, and they all say that their furbabies were just as big of troublemakers until they were at least two. If she does stop to take a two minute nap she usually plops her 50 lb body on top of her 30 pound sister with a thud. Not the politest mutt in the world. Did I mention her garbage fascination? She brought me a tampon applicator the other day. How nice!

