The snowman is back!

I thought Beth and I had an understanding. I do not like that snowman. And here it is once again. I gave the snowman the old evil eye, but he was unfazed.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We're curled up on our pillows, watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. And by "Parade" I mean "collection of Broadway performances and/or lip syncers." We want more giant balloons! More floats! More bands!

New toy!

I discovered a new toy this morning. At least, I think it was a toy. It was great fun to chase around and chew on. Until Michael saw what I was up to and confiscated my source of fun. :-(

Mattress shaken...not stirred

I don't know why, but my crate mattress angered me today. I thought it needed a good shaking. So I extracted it...And I shook it.Then Amos started helping.And then Amos started biting. Me. Not cool, Amos, not cool.

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.