A Letter From Wrigley

A couple weeks ago Wrigley and Bailey headed over to Sarah's blog and introduced themselves to Floyd and all his friends. Wrigley wrote up this letter and it was just too cute not to share...just in case you didn't see the original post over at Total Basset Case, here it is for your viewing pleasure!

Hey everyone, I'm Wrigley (aka brown dog) and this is my sister Bailey (aka black dog). My Mom and Dad call me Piggles, The Pigs, Wrigs, and Pig-ooooo's. They call Bailey Bazil, Bazil-Wazel, and Bailey-girl. They usually only use our real names when we are in trouble. When my parents first got me Bailey had been an only child for two years. She wanted nothing to do with me, but my cuteness soon won her over and she is now my best bud and partner in crime. We do every thing together, and I mean everything. 

This one time, my Mom accidentally left us outside when her and my Dad went to bed. Mom is usually great about remembering her children, but sometimes her and Dad are so tired they just forget about us being outside. Well, Bailey, the Miss Priss that she is, decided she would dig out of our yard in order to rebel for being left outside. I started crying and that woke Mom up. You should have seen the look on Mom's face, priceless. She was frantically running around hollerin' Bailey's name. Poor Mom. It was two in the morning and Bailey thought it would be funny to pay Mom back by scaring her to death. Bailey had ran down the street and just about gave Mom a heart attack. Dad was basically sleep-walking trying to figure out what was going on. Mom felt really bad and let us sleep in her and Dad's room that night. Maybe Bailey should run away more often...
When Bailey isn't escaping from the backyard, which is a weekly occurrence, we enjoy wrestling with our Dad, lounging on the couch when we aren't supposed to, eating peanut butter and anything our parents give us, and we really love our toys. My favorite toy is my green pig. I love him so much I ripped his insides out and snout off. Bailey loves her rope toy, and any toy that I love.

Mom and Dad play with us all the time. Our favorite time of the day is when Mom gets home from work. She lets us run around in the front yard and we know not to leave the property. Sometimes we push the limits and Mom shouts at us. Of course we act really cute in order to avoid being in trouble. Usually Dad gets home soon after and he plays with us. We all get really dirty rolling around in the grass and Mom brushes us off before we go in the house. 

For Bailey and I, we really hit the jackpot. Bailey was picked up in a Wal-Mart parking lot and me, I was left on the side of the road and brought to the pound. Bailey melted Dad's heart, and I melted Mom's. I am not sure where we would be today without our Mom and Dad, but we are sure happy they chose us. Even though we have cost them hundreds of dollars in torn up shoes, furniture, and vet bills when they first got us, they tell us every day how much they love us and that means the world to us. 

We usually photo-bomb Mom's outfit pictures, but she doesn't mind.  

Thanks for reading my Mom's blog. Your sweet comments sure make her happy! And a happy Mom means for treats for me and they Bays!