Extreme Makeover: Crate Edition

Ok, the makeover wasn't that extreme. But Amos and I do have new vantage points now. We've been stationed in the entryway for the time being. I'm not sure why but I do know our old room smells funny. And is a different shade of gray now (dogs are colorblind, you see). Regardless, now I can chew on the squeaky bowling pin from my crate in the front room with my family.

Two dogs, one frog

A new toy arrived at the casa this evening (thank you, Miki!) and Amos and I have enjoyed our time with it. Somehow the beagle got to it first.And then the chasing commenced.Amos ran......and I chased.

What's up, dog?

Well, summer is here. Amos and I have been spending a lot of time indoors in the air conditioning. It's quite the life. Summer also means more visitors to the neighborhood. For instance, the obnoxious tiny white dog who's visiting next door. Amos and I are not fans. Not in the least. We do a lot of barking when we go outside. Hopefully the little white dog gets the hint and goes home.

A dearth of Amos

I hereby seek to rectify the scarcity of Amos on this blog. He is the second child and does tend to be ignored and upstaged by his big bulldog sister. So here are some updates on Sir Amos Q. Beaglesworth. Um...he got a bath yesterday. Which is good news because he stank.
Amos continues to leave all guard dogging duties to me. He almost never barks. Can you believe it? A non-barking beagle? But when he does bark it sounds horrendous. The other day he noticed the kids next door hopping around on a pogo stick and raised quite a ruckus.
In conclusion, Amos continues to be the Nermal to my Garfield. But he's family and I love him.

I call this photo..."the pursuit"

Mine!

I claim this croc in the name of bulldogs everywhere!

Snack on the patio

I'm not eating grass clippings on the patio. I promise.OK, you caught me.