Quest is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, born on June 28, 1996 and formally known as Amsburg's Own Vision Quest

Quest

Seven pounds of bunny butt
Puppy breath, too
Round furry body
Dreamy eyes of blue.

Full grown now, eyes of brown
The alpha of your pack
Gregarious and fun-loving
Sharper than a tack.

The limelight is yours
You eagerly await
Greeting each visitor
Who walks through the gate.

You bring such joy
Mom wanted another
So the following Spring
She adopted your brother

-Melissa Barker (better known  as Auntie Liss)-

Day 1 Stephanie (who along with her mom, my dear friend Chris, accompanied me to meet Quest) holds a worried looking Quest on the day we met.

Day 2 Quest meets Odie, my mom's beloved shih-tzu, now at the bridge.

Just a wee pup and already the flying frog dog pose was a natural.

Quest's first vet visit Those are bells hanging from her collar. She was so quiet, without those bells, I never knew where Miss Nosey Nora was.

Raider wonders what this little creature is - surely not a cat, but what?

He soon discovers that whatever she is, she's bossy. And, gentle giant that he was, he never minded that she was.

Quester and her much loved gramma just before saying, "Night, night."

Quest meets Gerry's sister, Brenda, for the first time - and, quite a conversation they had.

Quest was diagnosed with severe bi-lateral hip dysplasia in 1997. Her double bone graft surgery was performed by an outstanding orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Barkely Slocum. Sadly, he died of cancer in 2001.

A month after surgery, Quest and godson #3, Josh, spend some time in Quest's hospital condo.

Misha and Quest all grown up on the inside looking out. Must be somethin' mighty good on the other side.

Quest and Abby, my brother's lab, hoping that some of that Christmas Eve dinner gramma is fixing is for them.

Not-so-grown-up Misha and Quest. Quest was trying to take her new best friend for a walk.

Quest, all grown up and beautiful.