Pedicures!

It was time for doggy pedicures last week. I like pedicures...I equate them with peanut butter. And how cute was it that Emily and Natalie were color coordinated!
Tuesday was a lonely day for me. Amos wasn't around to keep me company. I don't know where he went - he left with Beth that morning and she brought him home in the evening. I asked him where he went and he wouldn't tell me. He's back to his beagle self now, but was a little mopey Tuesday night.

The backyard phoenix

I thought I'd take a break from my usual dog blogging activities and blog about plants. Yes, plants. Actually, one particularly special plant named Rita. Rita is some kind of vine-y faux black-eyed Susan that was growing in our backyard. Rita went through some tough times recently (that can probably be traced back to Michael and Beth abandoning her for a week in mid-July), but now she's back! Like a phoenix rising from the ashes! Here's what Rita looks like now (yes, that's my beloved red bowling pin in the background):
And here are some pictures of Amos and me enjoying the backyard.

New friends and a new game

Amos and I got to experience a lot of new things this weekend. First, we met Quincy. Or, as I like to call him, Old Crazy Eyes.Then we learned about a new game. I believe it is called "cornhole." Or perhaps "bags" or "corn toss." It's a fun game. The bags get thrown onto (or near) a board.And then it was up to Amos and me to retrieve the bags. We recruited another retriever to our team. Her name is Ava. She was a lot of fun. She could carry a lot more bags than we could...probably has something to do with opposable thumbs and her ability to walk upright.

Monkey see, monkey do

Amos has taken to lounging on one of my doormats. I wouldn't mind it so much...if he would only fix his ear.

What a waste!

Amos and I tend to get excited when we hear the freezer door open. Why? Because an open freezer door translates to ice cubes for us.But today we didn't get any ice cubes. Why? Because the ice cubes had to be conserved for another purpose. What purpose? I'm not sure exactly. But this is what was happening in the sink.

I don't feel good :-(

I've had the sniffles ever since Michael and Beth returned from the great Kansas vacation of '09. Coincidence? I think not. Amos has been keeping me company. If only I could persuade him to bring me some chicken noodle soup. I think that would get me on the mend. But he keeps using the "I have no opposable thumbs...how am I supposed to use a can opener?" excuse. Ah well.

Shhh....

Don't tell Michael, but Amos was playing in the dishwasher again (the dishes were dirty...he's not allowed near the clean dishes). And instead of stopping him, Beth grabbed the camera.