Michael and Beth are famous!

This blog may have made me an Internet sensation, but it seems that Michael and Beth are taking over the print media. Check out the picture that showed up in the hometown newspapers back in Kansas:
They're almost as cute as I am...and just think how much cuter they'd be if they had underbites. Thanks, Kenney Photography!

I ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Ok, I'm not really a hound dog, but don't you think I look a little like Elvis in this picture?

An ice cube!

When I hear the ice maker a-whirrin, I come a-runnin. Next to milk bones, ice cubes are my most favoritest treats.
And in other exciting news, Beth got a job offer this week. From MED Institute to be a clinical project manager. Yay for Beth!

March Madness

This weekend I spent a lot of time on the couch with Michael. Watching basketball. I cheered for all the Bulldogs. But Georgia lost. So did Butler. And Mississippi State. Beth's teams (K-State and Purdue) lost too. But Michael's team won...if you want to see the silver lining. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time cheering for an imaginary bird.

Happy Easter!

Happy 6 month birthday...to me!

It's my birthday! I'm six months old in people years. That's like 3.5 dog years. I didn't get a cake for this birthday. Or any birthday cards. Or a birthday party thrown in my honor. But, as is the Avery birthday tradition, I did get to chase a balloon around the house:It was exhausting.
Today I also confronted my arch nemesis - the squirt bottle. The confrontation was rather anticlimactic. I tried to initiate a boxing match...and the squirt bottle remained stationary. It must be more afraid of me than I am of it:
This last picture was taken over the weekend. If I don't look happy, well, I wasn't. I was recovering from a mildly traumatic experience. Suffice it to say I ate something I shouldn't have...and there was some, um, forced regurgitation.

Utility room transformation...of terror

I guess I should tell you how the utility room transformation transpired. I couldn't find the official "before" picture, so this one will have to do:
I don't know what happened next...because I was sequestered in my crate. And I don't know what Michael was up to when I was released. I tried to be of assistance, but there's only so much I can contribute without opposable thumbs:
I did, however, supervise the cleanup efforts:
Then I spent some more time in my crate. When I emerged, like a butterfly from a cocoon, the utility room floor looked like this:I was happy with the transformation...until the beasts arrived:
I haven't quite warmed up to the new additions...but I'm trying.

Good news...and bad news

The good news is that Beth is back!!! I was so excited to see her this morning that I wagged my entire body.

As for the bad news? Well, the utility room looks...different. Suffice it to say, I'm a little concerned:
So until I make heads or tails of the situation, I will assume my biggest, baddest, bulldoggiest pose in the hallway:

I miss Beth :-(

If my bulldog face seems sadder than normal its because I miss Beth. She's in Kansas for a couple of days...working on wedding stuff. So Michael and I are holding down the fort. He's been spending a lot of time in the utility room. I don't want to jump to any conclusions (or go barking up the wrong tree), but it looks like the utility room is following the same trend as the entryway did. I'll keep you posted....

All done!

I'm happy to report that the entryway has been reopened for canine (and human) traffic! The baseboards need to be reinstalled and the carpet needs to be tacked down, but the tile is good to go. Here are pictures of the finished product:I'm no tile expert, but I give the end result two dewclaws up.

The Avery pretzel

They call this progress?

Let me bring you up to speed on the happenings in the entryway. I thought I had solved the mystery - Michael and Beth were going through all this hassle to create an indoor hopscotch arena. Or maybe a giant tic-tac-toe board:
I guess that wasn't the case. Because after a couple hours the entryway looked like this:
And the next day it looked like this:Now all the little orange chew toys have disappeared and I'm still not allowed to walk on the dusty squares:

Hounded by the pup-arazzi

I think I'm being stalked by the pup-arazzi. Today I was minding my own business, chewing on my favorite "toy" of the moment (a cap-less, label-less plastic bottle), when a photographer popped up out of nowhere and started snapping off pictures of me.
Can you say invasion of privacy? And, to add insult to injury, I had my eyes closed in the picture that got plastered all over the Internet: