Scary Things

halloween dog

Seeing as tomorrow is Halloween I thought it would be fun to compile a list of 5 things that give me the heebie jeebies, and just totally make me want to hide under the bed!

Ammo’s List of Scary Things!

The Dog Pack // Ammo the Dachshund

1. Over Zealous Big Dogs

It’s true, I get a little un-nerved when Big Dogs think I’m their own personal squeaky toy. It’s tough being a small dog, and sometimes certain big dogs don’t give you any respect (my pal Trooper is exempt from this category as he’s really just a big softie). But I’m always quick to remind those bigger dogs that I’m NOBODY’S SQUEAKY TOY!

Ammo's Annual Vet Visit // Ammo the Dachshund

2. Vet’s Office

It’s not the vet I dislike, it’s just the actual office. It smells like other dogs, shots, and scary things. I totally get the shakes every time I go. Honestly, do you blame me though……I lost my manhood in that place!

Ammo and the Fly

3. Flies

I don’t know what it is about that tiny little buzzing creature that strikes fear in me, but if one of those flies finds it’s way inside I spend the entire day cowering in the corner as mom runs around trying to swat it for me.

ammo the dachshund camping

4. Campfires

Even though I love to go camping, the smell of campfires and smoke are not something I’m very fond of. Call it natural instinct, call it paranoia – it doesn’t even have to be a campfire, just the smell of something smoking is enough to strike fear in me! I’ve even been known to hide in the bathtub if mom or dad burn dinner (well mostly dad!).

Ammo the Dachshund // Evening Hunting on the Farm

“What’s that sound”?

5. Gun Shots

As ironic as it is (considering my name is Ammo), the sound of a far-off gun shot on the farm is enough to send me screaming for my mom! Better safe than sorry I say!

What are your dog’s biggest fears? Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Over the weekend I packed my bags and headed for the mountains, the Pocono Mountains to be exact, for a weekend of camping and fun with my pal Shilah the Husky.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Shilah and I both made our way to the mountains ready for some adventures, and a bit of relaxing too.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Our rustic retreat included a super fun footbridge (the only way across the river) that Shilah and I thought was a blast!

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Our parents perhaps could of wished they could park the car a little closer to our campsite. But like I say, a little exercise never hurt anyone!

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Our digs for the weekend included a fun little cabin (although I opted to set-up and sleep in my tent) in the woods.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

I of course wasted no time checking out all necessary “holes” to make sure no critters were intruding on our campsite.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

The accommodations were quite rustic, including this outdoor shower, but when you’re a dog – none of that really matters does it!

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

A few steps from camp was a stream, complete with my very own waterfall!

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Dad had fun casting out the fishing rod – which was a first for me. I’ve also since discovered that I get about as worked up about fishing as my adventurous pal, Crusoe the Dachshund. Although my main goal is trying to save that little bobber (or tiny floating ball as I saw it) from “drowning”. Mom says I need to work on the idea that fishing is supposed to be a relaxing sport, not a “bark as loud as you can and frantically try to save things out of the water” sport.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

Aside from fishing, Shilah and I had fun relaxing around the campsite – taking in as much outdoor time as we could!

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

After a full day of fun, Shilah and I were ready for some campfire food! Unfortunately all we got was kibble…..but the smells were enough to make a dog drool.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

As the night rolled on Shilah and I grew tired of patrolling the campsite in our Glowdoggies, and it seemed it was time to call it a night.

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

I snuggled into my sleeping bag dreaming of all the critters I would hunt for the next day…

Camping in the Pocono Mountains with Ammo the Dachshund

And I awoke rested and ready for my next big adventure! Ammo the Dachshund

Stay tuned tomorrow as I share my adventures hiking Glen Onoko Falls!

A Camping we will go

ammo the dachshund camping

Screaming at the top of my lungs this past weekend to cheer on my pal Boomerang wasn’t the only highlight of my trip to Maryland. Oh yes, I got to go camping with my family!

ammo the dachshund camping

After helping pack the horse trailer  – Boomerang, mom, dad and me headed south for the weekend.

ammo the dachshund camping

I love camping because it means I get to spend lots of time outdoors doing manly outdoor things….like collecting sticks.

ammo the dachshund camping

Helping dad build the campfire is also quite fun – although it is a shame that all those perfect chewing sticks will soon be going up in flames.

ammo the dachshund camping

But, it was quite chilly on Saturday night, so I was happy to sacrifice a few of my sticks for the sake of warmth.

ammo the dachshund camping

This time I got to test out my new camping tent – as the last one I accidentally burst a hole through when I couldn’t find the door….oops.

ammo the dachshund camping

The good news is my new tent passed my rigorous test and I was extra warm and toasty all night inside mom’s sleeping bag.

ammo the dachshund camping

When I wasn’t cheering on Boomerang or doing camping things I chowed down on french fries and fruit smoothies in the spectator stands.

ammo the dachshund camping

I also got to help mom score some of the other divisions. Although to be honest I did use it as an excuse to take a nap.

ammo the dachshund camping

At the end of the weekend Boomerang thanked me for coming along to cheer him on.

ammo the dachshund camping

He even showed his appreciation by taking me on a pony ride – isn’t he the sweetest?

You can check out my super awesome pony friend Boomerang in action this weekend by watching the video below.

Camping 101

I’m pretty much the king of camping.

ammo the dachshund camping

I’m so good at camping, that I even bring along my pony when I go camping.

ammo the dachshund camping with pony

ammo the dachshund camping

Want to see inside my tent? It’s pretty cool.

ammo the dachshund camping

I unrolled the sleeping bags all by myself.

ammo the dachshund camping

Want to come see how I collect sticks for the campfire?

ammo the dachshund camping

ammo the dachshund camping

ammo the dachshund camping

ammo the dachshund camping

It’s key to whittle your sticks down to the right size – something they probably don’t tell you in the boy scouts, and I know, because I’m a stick collecting expert.

But as much as I’m an expert in all of the camping ways, could someone please do me a favor….

ammo the dachshund camping

Can you tell the tent manufacturers that they really need to start making built in doggie-doors.

ammo the dachshund camping

This is really cramping my style!