Happy birthday to me!

Today is my 14th birthday. Happy birthday to me! I was hoping for a great gift. Like a new stick (because Amos chewed mine up and it had to be thrown away). Or a new ring (because Amos chewed mine up and it had to be thrown away). Michael said my gift was some antibiotics (I do enjoy the antibiotics...mostly because they are served with peanut butter) and some anti-itching spray (so I would leave my hot spots alone). I had to resort to shopping for myself. I found this gem in the empty lot across the street. A new tennis ball! I chewed on it for a while, but now I can't seem to find it anywhere. I wonder if Beth threw it away because she mistook it for trash....

R.I.P. pink ring

The pink ring is no more. It is now a pink horseshoe. And I saw Beth throw it in the trash. I blame Mr. Amos Q. Beaglesworth. He's a gnawing machine.

Itchy itchy scratchy scratchy

I've been very itchy lately. And very scratchy...mostly in response to the itchiness. Emily thinks it might be allergies. Because I'm almost 14 and that's when dog allergies start to appear. I hope that's not the case. I don't want to have to eat that bland seeing-eye dog food.
As for Amos, he could care less about my itchiness and scratchiness. He's more concerned with chewing on my stick.

Happy Labor Day!

I must apologize to my faithful readership...I haven't been keeping up with the blogging of late. There just haven't been any blog-able events. Amos continues to grow, much to my dismay - he's almost as big as I am! I hope this trend doesn't continue...I don't know what I'd do if my little brother turned out to be bigger than me.
I have noticed that Amos always seems to be in a good mood. His tail is always wagging......and sometimes it even looks like he's smiling.