The toy basket

My toys have been relocated to a basket. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to retrieve them. My best strategy so far has been to gnaw on the basket until either a) I chew through to the toys or b) one of my persons takes pity on me and dumps the toys out on the floor.

Long time, no blog

Hello, blogging readership. I don't have a good excuse for my lack of updates of late. No excuse at all. I blame Amos. If he can steal a pillow off the couch for his own personal use then he can take the blame for my unblogging of late.

A dog among pillows

I keep advising Amos on proper napping etiquette. On the pillows. Always nap on the pillows. He ignores my advise and insists on napping between the pillows. Beagles...can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

Why, Beth, why?

Beth made us go on a family walk this evening. I don't know what she was thinking. Even though the weather is more comfortable than it has been recently, it's still way too hot for my delicate temperament. And now I'm wiped out...wiped out on the nice, cool tile.It's not just me...Amos is wiped out too. All the incorrigible beagle wants to do is to take an incorrigible nap.

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.