Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
Guess what! I looked so dashing yesterday that I got a date to the Valentine’s Day Dance. Meet Amira…
Isn’t she purdy?
Amira likes all the same things I do…..hunting, digging holes, and eating cookies.
We’re a match made in heaven! Amira & Ammo…..I just hope she owns a pink Super Hero Cape!
Don’t worry though, there’s always room in my heart for all my fans on Valentine’s Day. Hugs, 
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, which means I’m testing out my outfit for the Valentine’s Day Dance.
It helps if you play this song while looking at the following pictures…
What do you think, am I cute enough to get a Valentine?
xoxo
Last night when I was at the the farm it snowed! Being the adventuresome type that I am, I went off to do some exploring while the white stuff was falling from the sky.
Spider (of course) took it upon herself to follow me on my adventure, and never one to be out-done, Spider did a little showing off. (don’t tell her but I was slightly impressed with her tight-rope walking skills)
And as if she hadn’t already showed me up enough, then she took it upon herself to write her name in the snow.
I can’t read “kitty”, but I’m pretty sure that it says “Spider Rules and Ammo Drools”.
Little did she know though, but I also know how to write my name in the snow!
And for those of you who can’t read “dog” it says, “Dear Spider, while you were out I ate all of your kitty food and left some yellow snow on your pillow. xoxo Ammo”.
I am Dog, Hear Me Roar Bark! hehe.
You might remember that I told you all last month that I’m really not much of a morning dog. I drag my feet to get out of bed, and most of the time Mom has to make me go outside for my morning potty break before work.
So today I thought I’d show what actually happens when my feet hit the floor.
Once I’m finally up and at-em I’m ready to get down to business.
Sprinting out the door I gotta make sure there is no unwanted critters hiding in my yard. They tend to like to sneak in overnight.
Today I got to scare a bird off – it was quite exciting.
Then it’s time for my morning shake, before I take a lap around the yard to check for more intruders.
Only today Mom is taking pictures of me. My plans have changed.
It’s back inside to stare at my cookie jar, because…..
.. “Mom I came inside all by myself and you didn’t even have to call me, I’m pretty sure I deserve cookies for that.”
Did you ever have one of those days where you just want to scream at the top of your lungs out of frustration? Well I had one of those days yesterday.
See, what I thought would be a nice little day off at home turned into an unexpected (on my part apparently) visit to the vet to get my lyme vaccine shot, nails trimmed, and my butt cleaned. Yea, not really what I wanted to be doing.
When I got home from my little excursion I was just grumpy. Grumpy from being poked and proded, and all I wanted to do was yell really really loud. Only dogs can’t yell.
So instead, mom let me do the next best thing. She let me shred one of her magazines.
It might not look very exciting to you, but you know what, when I was all done ripping that thing to bits I felt way better!
P.S. Don’t worry, I recycled all the pages afterwards, because I’m responsible like that.
When I’m on the farm Cricket likes to do everything I do. She’s like the Cheese to my Macaroni, the Icing on my Cupcake, and the Ketchup to my French Fries all rolled into one.
When I climb logs, she climbs logs.
When I sniff scents, she sniffs scents.
And when I get lost in the depths of the giant scary log pile, she’s the one that’s sent to rescue me.
Thanks Cricket, for being the ever-lasting Cheese to my Macaroni!
I haven’t been on any really big adventures lately, so I decided it would be really fun to take a trip to the moon.
Mom said I had to wear my helmet if I was going to go to the moon – and I had be back in time for dinner.
Pwwwf! As if I would miss dinner, who does she think I am?
Anyway, I’ll try to bring back some moon rocks from my trip to share with you.
I just really hope I don’t see any aliens on my trip to the moon….because I think I just might scream!
Being a Blogger (and facebook celebrity) pretty much means that I spend a lot of time locked in my office writing away. Only up until recently my blogging space wasn’t really up to my amazing design standards. So after some begging and pleading, and a few sad puppy faces, Mom and Dad agreed to give my office a makeover.
Welcome to my new office, won’t you join me for the tour?
Fabulous right? The best parts are in the details, because it’s quite obvious that my personal style (and overall good looks) have taken over the space completely….
A is for Ammo and everything that is awesome!
My Reserve Champ ribbon from the Keystone Dachshund Races last year proudly hangs on my cork board along with my favorite photo of me and Minnow the Chincoteague Pony.
Everything about my new office is happy and bright….just like me!
At the end of the day, the most important thing is the function – and after taking it for a test spin, my new office passes the Ammo the Dachshund standards test.
Suddenly I’m inspired to be way more creative – building more rocket packs, digging more holes, and painting more pictures.
There’s adventures to be had right outside my window!
Just as soon as I finish my afternoon nap!
There is one thing on the farm that gets my tail wagging more than anything else.
His name is Minnow, and he’s my very special pony.
My love for him is so great, that I can’t help but go bounding through the fields in excitement!
Sometimes when I hang out with Minnow I like to pretend I’m a pony too. Nibbling grass all day long.
Then other times I get bored of being a pony and I like to do dog things with Minnow.
Minnow’s not so great at playing fetch though, but I can still pretend.
At least I don’t have to worry about him stealing the stick from me – he’s really great at sharing like that.
Sometimes I just love spending so much time with Minnow that I really don’t want to leave.
I secretly always hope that I get to have a sleepover with him, because mom doesn’t even notice me out in the pasture since I look just like all the other ponies. A boy can dream can’t he?
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a morning dog.
I don’t wake up at 5am and demand to be fed my breakfast….no, I sleep until someone tells me it’s time to get up.
Usually I’m awakened by the sound of kibble being poured into my bowl in the kitchen, because really, who can resist that sound?
Eventually I mosey into the kitchen and eat – but unlike you might think, I don’t go outside for a morning romp – instead I find a new comfy spot to sleep.
Despite the fact that mom says we have to be at work in an hour, I just can’t muster the energy to get my day started.
So instead I happily snooze my morning away until I’m forced to go outside for a potty break or mom carries me to the car for our ride to the shop or the farm.
I may not be a morning dog, but if you had as many adventures as I do you might be a little less willing to get out of bed in the morning too.