Family Connections

It makes me sad that so many of my fellow pooches don't know where they came from, and never meet up with their relatives. As I approach my eleventh birthday, I like to think about all the relatives I have met since I crossed the (Pacific) pond to the USA.

The first relative I met was my Uncle Charlie Brown. He's a big, brown, handsome guy, and was my Dad's half-brother. Uncle Charlie is about a year older than I am, and he taught me all sorts of things that a young doodle needed to know, like how to play 'chase me.' 

He was a very thoughtful teacher and sometimes let me catch him and wrestle him to the ground

I was reunited with one of my litter mates, Moccasin, shortly after we both arrived in SoCal. It didn't take us very long to become reacquainted. We had a great time wrestling together in my yard.

I was a perfect host and let Moccasin pin me first

Then it was my turn

After we had calmed down, our folks took us for a walk. I loved showing off my Bro' at Powerhouse Park, even though he wouldn't sit still for our picture

Moccasin and I had another reunion a few months later, when I introduced him to Daphne, my first and only true love. 

He tried to make time with her

But she let him know in no uncertain terms that she was already spoken for

I'm proud to say that Daphne and I are still an item. She came to visit me a few weeks ago, and brought her kid sister - my niece Chloe - along for the ride.

My beautiful Daphne

Daphne and me, rekindling our romance

This is Chloe. Can you see the family resemblance?

I'll have more stories about my furry and human family members in future posts.

Wags 'n' slurps,
Quintzy

Welcome to Quintzy's Qorner

Hi! My name is Quintzy, and I want to welcome you to my little Qorner of the world.

In the more than ten years that I have been living with my Momsy and Popsy, I have travelled with them all over the USA and into Canada. I have dived into lakes, ponds, pools and oceans. I've romped on beaches and in snow drifts; walked beaches, city streets and country roads.

As I approach my eleventh birthday, I've been asked by my fellow doodles to share some of my experiences and thoughts about living with a human family. Being a modest fella, I've been slow to take up the challenge. After all, what could I possibly have to contribute that any other pooches would find useful? But I decided to give it a try.

First, a bit about me.

I was born in Australia at a place called Rutland Manor. My furry mom was named Sharni and my furry dad was Cool Dude. When I was ten weeks old, my Grandma Beverley sent me across the Pacific Ocean to live with my Momsy and my Popsy in California.

Momsy and Popsy had a neat garden fixed up just for me, complete with a red ball that was almost as big as my head.

But I was so tired from the 14-hour flight that all I really wanted to do was sleep.

I recovered quickly, though, and made my first visit to the beach when I was 14 weeks old. It was fun chasing the waves in and out. I got all wet and sandy.

During those first few weeks, I was reunited with my brother, Moccasin, who also was sent to live with a pair of humans in California. Here are Moccasin ('The Moc Man') and me getting caught up with the news. I'm the one on top.

I also got to meet my Uncle Charlie Brown - my furry dad's half-brother. Do you see the resemblance?

Uncle Charlie and I got to play together from time to time. He was very helpful at teaching me some important stuff that only other Doodles know - like how to play 'chase me.' 

But, I never did understand the concept of sharing my toys with my fellow Doodles.

There's lots more to tell about my adventures with Momsy and Popsy and how we travelled all over the US and Canada together. I hope that you will visit Quintzy's Qorner again and share my scamper down Memory Lane.

Wags 'n' woofs,

Quintzy