Just in case someone might want to play with the squeaky ball, Cragar will often lay down with it partway in his mouth. If I even move, he's up with the ball still in his mouth, wiggling his tail, waiting for me to try to get it. He's already even fallen asleep with the ball in his mouth. Forget any other toys, dude wants a squeaky ball pit for Christmas.

All we have to say is "go for a ride" and Cragar starts squealing and running around like a maniac. Here he is on his perch in the truck - we pad the top of the center console with a towel and he sits right on top. He's got a good view of everything going on from up there. It's only on rare occasions when he's dead tired that we actually fold down the seat so he can lay down.

Tired from all the barking, growling, and other assorted posturing to show who's the biggest baddest dog around, Cragar and Vizio decide to call a tentative truce.

It lasted for about 2 minutes until Vizio dared to move. Oh well, at least it's a start. I wonder what Victoria Stillwell is doing this weekend?

Well, the photo looks serene enough - you'd never know these two little shits enjoy barking and growling at each other more than anything else. Cragar is the main instigator - he'll bark and growl at any animal that dares to move in his presence. But Vizio is becoming much more bold and fighting back - especially when he's in his "Mommy's" lap. Soon I'm going to lock them both in a room and let them work it out on their own.

Resuming the game of fetch after the hose incident, I found the little guy still had tons of energy to burn off. Sometimes it seemed he could actually run faster than the ball was thrown, but on this toss, he was right on the money. ]]> http://www.puppytoes.net/cragar/2008/09/chomp.html http://www.puppytoes.net/cragar/2008/09/chomp.html Tue, 16 Sep 2008 22:05:42 -0500

Nothing spoils a real rip-roarin' game of fetch like someone getting the hose out to wash the car. If I had to think of a short caption for this photo, it would probably go something like, "OH SHIT!" The little guy is definitely not a water lover.

This past weekend was Cragar's first time going camping. We went to Knobles, an amusement park here in PA. They have nice, wooded campgrounds and the weather was just perfect.

In the amusement park they allow dogs on the train ride, so our friends took their Rottweiler and Miniature Yorkie, and we took Cragar and went for a nice ride. I thought at first Cragar would be a little freaked about it, but it turns out he liked it as much as he likes car rides. Maybe even more since he didn't have to beg to stick his head out the window.

We left the park yesterday, and I think Cragar slept the whole way home and pretty much all of last night. Having fun is so exhausting!

For Cragar's birthday this year we took him to the local park. Just saying the word, "Park" sends him into a fit of squealing, panting, and spinning around, so needless to say he was happy to go.

We came across an empty roller hockey rink that was all enclosed, so we went in, closed the door, left Cragar off his leash, and let him run like a maniac until his little puppy heart was content.

Happy birthday, little guy!