October 20th is Amos’s birthday. I have no children so I have to make due with my puppy :)
A few weekends ago at the craft fair I bought him is “birthday suit”. (ha ha) He looked quite dashing if I do say so. Unfortunately none of his doggy buds could make it to be jealous. And there were no b!tches to drool over him ;)
Note to self: when making doggy cupcakes, resist temptation to taste the batter. Not a good idea. Instead leave the spoon licking to the birthday boy ;)
Recipe for Carrot Peanut Butter Beef Cake with Cinnamon Vanilla icing dog cake: coming soon!
Happy beef day to you…Happy beef day to you…Happy beeeef day dear Amos…..
So apparently yesterday was national puppy day.
Let the admiring begin:
Stubbornly not getting in… Cup half full photo op instead.
Last years Valentines pillow this years puppy bed.
This is how we ride.
Hello world wide web. For some reason I feel as though Facebook is no longer the place for my frivolous musings. That reason may have had a bit to do with few friends mildly nudging me to make a blog. Or perhaps the fact that my GoogleReader is beaming with buckets of admirable blogs filled with wonderful photography and creative writings and i got bit by a little green bug.
So this is it. My blog. (What a silly word.)
Anyhow, my boyfriend of three years married me on Friday, November fourth 2011. Im sure sooner or later I will prattle on about all that fuss (with gorgeous photos of course!) so no need to dive in just yet. For now I will tell you about my latest adventure. His name is Amos.
Tim (the doting husband) had been begging (funny pun?) for a four legged fur ball since I met him. His parents, weren’t as keen on the idea as I was and five days after our first Valentines day as married folk we visited a lovely rustic home to pick out a pooch. We grazed baby name books, websites and finally skimming the books of the bible titles and he was nameless for only one day before we and settled on Amos Lee James.
Dogs should all have middle names. Agreed?
His quirks include (but are not limited to) woofing (yes woofing. By any other name would not be as cute.) at his own reflection, and flipping over himself (and off the bed…) when especially energetic. He is our baby and is easily forgiven for messes on the white carpet (White carpet? Seriously?). Currently he is resting on the lap of the taller, more handsome, mustached male in my life.