Nicknames: The Blurrr, wiggles, puppy head, stitch, monster, daddy long-legs, mimo
Birthday: May 12th 2007
Pet-Peeves: When mom wont let him play with the cat
Favorite Toy: Becides the cat? Cat toys
Favorite Food: Puppy food!
Favorite Walk: Around the pond or to the playground
Best Tricks: Sit, Wait, Kisses, High-five, Down, soon to be Agility!
Arrival Story: Amos' mom and her 9 pups were left abandoned in a shed. The shed had been pad-locked closed with no water left inside when the owners moved out. The new owners found them when they moved in. Amos was the runt of the littler, one of the three that were all black. He was the only all black boy. We knew he was the one from the picture of all the siblings sent out- he had his nose up in the air! He is a Doberman (mom) and Golden Retriever mix. I called the day I got the e-mail about the puppies and went right out to see him.
Bio: He's a smart sweet boy. I have no doubt as to what a good dog he'll be. My first puppy, my first dog. I'm so excited for our life together.
Amos rules. I love him more everyday. He's going to be a year next month, and I can't hardly believe it. We're doing obedience, agility, snuggling in bed, watching movies, going on walks, going to work, playing fetch, enjoying the dog park - everything and more than you could want from your dog.
I'm thrilled and I love him. I can't believe how much I love him. So cool.
If it weren't for photos I don't think I'd ever really believe that Amos was so small when we got him. Watching him everyday- the change seems subtle- yet, here he is... this DOG in front of me. Where did he come from?
From 4 lbs to over 40. From being able to carry him under my arm to needing two hands on the leash. I am just amazed- and in love. What greater gift could there be than the love from a dog?
I love looking back at how little he was, and even though I wont ever see him that way again, or be able to hold him in two hands: I love the dog he's turning into- every pound, every inch.
Well, not sure what that means exactly. But as far as I can tell, it means that rooms are being emptied and boxes are getting stacked. I keep trying to help put stuff in the boxes (or take stuff out), but apparently I'm not doing as much good as I think I am.
Mom says we're getting a bigger place, one with a fenced area for me. And TWO levels. One whole one more than we have now. That's more hallways and rooms and as mom says: Baby gates they'll have to buy to keep me where I belong!