Update from the guest blogger

Avery is confused as to why I'm blogging...
...and I found a different surface on which to nap.Also, Beth wanted to share some photos from recent travels. Like this one of stalagmites in Ozark caverns.And this one of less impressive stalagmites in Ozark caverns.

Guest blogger at the casa

Hello, faithful readership. Guest blogger Amos Q. Beaglesworth here. Yes, Avery's taking a blogging break. And besides, there have been complaints from the dog blog audience that the blog is written with too much of an 'older/oldest child' bias. I will do my best to right this wrong. That being said, I'm tired. We've entertained a constant stream of guests at the casa and I need a nap.

The glug glug machine

Michael and Beth brought home this contraption the other day. Frankly, it scares me. Especially when it makes the glug glug noises.
I do appreciate the unlimited amount of water it provides. But I like to stay as far away as possible while drinking and keep my weight on my hindquarters...just in case it makes a scary noise and I have to evacuate the premises.

Laundry day

Amos played outside in the freshly-mowed grass the other day. He got a little green. I thought he needed a bath...so I suggested he take a ride in the washing machine with the other laundry and loaded him in the hamper accordingly.Pay no attention to the scheming / instigating bulldog in the background...

Tongue tour

Here's a brief tour through some of my licking tricks. I call this one 'cow tongue.'

This one is 'napping tongue.'And this is me trying to lick the sunshine. It's not very effective....This is me after my sunshine licking attempts...pay no attention to the residual frothy drool.

This tennis ball is your tennis ball...this tennis ball is my tennis ball

The dog blog is back with a vengeance! First, Beth would like to apologize for not knowing how to take pictures without excessive shadows. Maybe she should take a photography class. Or read a book about photography. Or ask someone who knows about photography for pointers. But I digress. Let me now take you through a day (ok, 5 minute span) in the life of a tennis ball at the casa. The tennis ball begins in my possession, under the watchful eye of Amos Beaglesworth.Suddenly, and without warning, the tennis ball escapes and ends up in the jaws-o-Amos.Before you know it, I've been replaced on the chair.Finally the Amos + tennis ball combo relocates to the carpet.