Move out of da way Old Man!!

HI HI HI HI HI HI!!!!!  I'm Joey!  Phil was gonna write dis blog but I bumpted him out of da way and he stared at me and den went to takes a nap.  Like a gramps.  He says he's retired.  I fink that means he sleeps a lots.  But he only sleeps on de floor.  I'm more sneakys.  I sleeps on de couches.  Especially when Phil's Mom izn't looking.  Sometimes she finds me, den I haz to get off.  But I always sneaks back on later.

OOOHHH Ohhhh, I'm justs sooo excited to be here!  I haz a new forever home wif a Forever Mommy and Daddy and brothers and sisters but right now I's stayin' with Phil and his Mom, dey are my foster family.  She's crazy.  More crazies dan me.  But I bounces so much betters.  She has dis rope thingy she plays with me with.  I grab one end and she holds de other.  I growl and growl and growl at her, but she don'ts let go.  Till she gets tired.  Hoomans are as lazy as Old Man Phil.  Den, she throws a stick for me at de dog park.  Dat stick is bery tasty.  I lubs it.  I frow it in de air and catch it and run wif it.

Phil's Mom haz been feeding me soo muches!  I'm really skinny though, so I needs lots of foods.  I get extra kibbles and surprise noms in the days.  I lubs peanut butters.  I might also be a counter surfer.  I eats da bread that Phil's Mom left out yesterday.  She put da peanut butters on it and I couldn't resists.  It waz for me anyways, I knews it.  I's just helpin her, she didn't even haz to bring it to mah crate.  Alldough, I did go to mah crate when she did da yellin at me for counter surfin.  She's scary sometimes.

Phil's Mom iz learning to trust me more and more.  She's not locked me up in mah crate when she leaves, a few times!  She don'ts leabs me out for too long dough.  She suspects dat I'm de doggy that poopied in da floor de other day, so she is still suspicous.  But, last night, de big doggies got into de new bag ob food Phil's Mom had just boughted.  She waz really mad.  She says I waz lucky because I was in mah crate and I couldn'ts be bad wif dems.  I waz glad she wasn'ts mad at me.  Dey got seriously yelled at.  Den, she didn't talk to dems no more after she feds us.  When she lefts, she saids, Everbodys better be goods!

Overall dough, she's not so bad.  Old Man Phil isn't so bad either.  He yells at me sometimes when I do da bouncys too close to him.  Dere was one day that he ran wif me at de dog park.  I lubs runnin at da dog park.  Den another day, dis little doggy named Gami came at the dog park and we was playin.  She waz hiding under da picnic table dat her Daddy and Phil's Mommy were sitting on.  She waz a silly girl, she says to me dat she waz a weenie dog and dey is espshully silly.  I waz really bigger dan her, so she waz a widdle skared.  She waz bery fun to plays wif dough.  Maybe I's can plays wif her again sometime?

I's really habin funs with Phil's Mom and Old Man Phil, but I's also really reddy for mah forevers home!!

The Whipper-Snapper vs The Gentleman

You can best tell the difference between a Gentleman and a young Whipper-Snapper via playtime.

Let me give you examples of each:

Whipper-Snapper playtime:

Gentleman playtime:

Mom, I'm keeping my bunny safe from that crazy dog.

Please also note that the significant difference between these 2 things is that one requires Mom to use her flashy thing for what she calls "video" instead of blinding Joey for a second like she usually does with me.  Mom says that he's very hard to clicky-flashy-blind because he's always moving!!

I'm tolerating him well.  I keep giving Mom "the look" but I don't think she's getting it.

So far Joey has gotten 2 extra snacks that I didn't get!  I was a little upset, but Mom says Joey is soo skinny that he's got to get bigger like me.  At least for our "after school snack" Mom gave me some carrots while Joey ate his snack.

Mom says that tonight Moe is also coming to stay with us for the weekend.  Guys, thats TWO extra dogs I have to share with?!?!?!  Mom says that Mizz Erin is Moe's Mom and she says he's a lot like me.  He'd much rather be napping than bouncing prancing around with toys.  He's also a big Greyhound like me.  So much excitement in my house!

Lets just see how much Mom likes it when she's taking us out for a walk and we all are squirrel huntin' at the same time!

Invader!!

Guys.. Mom let a stranger in the car.. AND THEN.. into our house!!!

I mean, this Joey seems nice enough, but he's really throwin off my naps with all his spunky energy. Woah buddy, I'm a Greyhound, we don't roll like that. Or at least I sure don't.

Joey's Mom said that he is a Ibizan Hound, which is a type of sighthound, like Greyhounds are.  Joey is much smaller than me, less than half my size actually!  He's only 30 pounds!  He is supposed to be around 40, so Mom is going to work on that while he's staying with us.

Oh yeah, Mom is letting Joey stay with us... for a month.  Mom seems really smitten with this new puppy.  But, she's already told me that I'm her forever #1.  Sometimes she even says, "Maybe even over Zeplen, maybe, but you were already potty trained and you don't pull on the leash, so maybe I'm biased."  

So for the next month, Mom will be learning to deal with having 2 doggies in the house and I'll be learning how to share.. maybe.  Dad says that alpha dogs don't have to share, but Mom says I do.  So far Joey has already rearranged my toys for me.  I had them neatly piled in front of the fireplace.  Which is where I relocate them after Mom puts all my toys in my crate.  She's silly and doesn't know where they go, so I show her.  Apparently, Joey thinks that toys belong all over the house.  Puppies.  Siiigh.

Just a warning for you all, I'll be FIVE in October!!  I think that's how many toenails I have on one paw, but I can't be sure since I'm just a silly puppy-luppy.. or so says Mom..  don't tell her, but I call her a silly human-wuu-man.

Joey

Me and Joey in the back of Mom's car..  I think I like this setup much better than my hammock, Mom!

A crack in the back windows, one for each pup!

Mom thought this was a cute photo of me being awesome.

Ridin home.

<3 those ears... on both pups.

Mom cracked the window for my nose and didn't realize that  Joey's whole head could fit
through if he wedged it just right...  Lesson learned.

How you should be doing it...

I'm going to show you how retirement should look:

If you don't look like this, then you're not doing it right.  Unless you're doing this on a cushy couch then you're doing it extremely right, but Mommy and Daddy don't let me up there.  Something about Dad doesn't like being covered by dog hair??  Pffth.  Silly Dad doesn't realize that dog hair is an asset to his clothes.  You don't need accessories if you have enough dog hair!  Duhh!

Mommy and I went on a jog this morning.  I loooove being outside.  I especially love when the squirrels are out.  I like to try to chase them up my pee targets.  I know all their hiding spots.  I look out for them, which usually means I run into Mom while we're walking/jogging because I'm not paying attention to going straight. I mean, she knows that when I lean into her it means that I love her.. she should realize that's exactly what I'm doing!

This morning I almost had one.  Mom thought I was going to pee in some grass, but instead, there was a squirrel that needed chasing up a target.  I started to run at him... but I forgot I was on the leash!!  By this point, we were only walking because Mom had sprayed me down with the water hose and we were headed back home.  I ended up skidding a half circle around Mom and landed on my right thunder thigh.  I wasn't deterred, I stood right up and tried to get that squirrel again.  By this point, Mom realized I wasn't peeing, so she snapped her fingers at me and yelled, "PHIL!" and made me walk on.

I got it together, but I was on the best lookout the last 5 minutes of our walk.  Meaning... I walked all over Mom's feet and walked leaned into her and made her shorts all wet since I was wet.  I WIN!  I WIN!

In other news, Mom probably just figured out how I got that scar on my right thigh....  There was one race that I got tripped and I spun out.  I immediately got back up and finished the race (not in last!), but she thinks that where my fur-less scar is from.  I didn't get any scratches this morning.  Mom was glad.  She hates it when I look like she doesn't take care of me, because we know that's just not true.. but some people don't like to believe that.

Although.. she doesn't let me on the furniture... so... you know..  .... :)
I <3 my mommy!

Did you miss meeee???

So the past few weeks have been pretty busy for me...  and by weeks, I really mean the month that Mom was gone to Australia and the week of July 4th and the week after.  You see, I only got a week with Mom before Miz Monica came and got me again!

I was so confused, but happy of course.  Mom is starting to realize that I'd be happier with a sibling, but she says there's really not enough space for another puppy... yet.  She's also working on Dad to get another Greyhound, cause Mom loves me..  but Dad says we need a different kind of doggy.  He's silly.  For once, Mom is right.

But anyways, Mom was slow getting around after she came back from Australia. I thought she was just out of practice, since she was away from me for so long, but apparently she was broken! The morning Mom found out she was going to the hospital, I could tell she was nervous. Since Mom had been moving really slowly, I knew something was up, so I always made sure I was watching her. More than normal. This wasn't, Oh you're going to the bathroom, I'll come with you since you will have no where else to go to avoid petting me... This was, I'm going to make sure Mom is going to be ok, Oh you're going to the bathroom, I don't need pettins today, but I'll be watching you. When she called Miz Monica early and she started packing stuff in a bag, I started to get a little nervous. When Mom did leave with her lap-clicker-machine and another full bag, she told me that everything was ok and she would see me soon. She made sure to give me my PB Kong before she left, she's such a trained good mommy.

Miz Monica came to get me the day Mom went to the hospital and I stayed with her while Mom was getting better.  No Grampy this time!  Instead, it was all Boston Terriers and Greyhounds and Humans and a backyard for zoomies and new squeaky toys and it was just sooo much fun!

Miz Monica met Mom at the California Meet and Greet, so I got to hang out with every more pups before it was time to go home!!  Sooo much excitement in my life.  Dad tries to tell Mom that I think she's deserting me, but I know that sometimes these things can't be helped.  Mom does a good job making sure that I'm taken care of.  

Miz Monica said that I had no issues with the loud sky boomers going off on July 4th.  Mom was very proud of me.  I can tell Mom is very glad that I'm home.  She's spoiled me soooo much!  She says she's got to go back to work next week and then things will be more like normal, but she better not stop with all these treats!  Mom isn't very good at finishing her foods, but I'm a pro, so I help her finish her foods (sometimes, when she lets me) and mine!!

But how about some pictures to make up for lost time????  

Gettin pettins at the M&G

Mom wanted to take my picture...

There were WAY more interesting things going on.

THUNDER THIGHSSSS!!!!

Look at what a good job I'm doing decorating the living room!! 

Mom was doing this photography thing.
Please excuse my nostrils, but I do have a REALLY long nose...

I am so very handsome.

Mom, really, let me sleep.  Stop blinding me.

Fine, I'll make everyone think you killed me.

I wasn't lookin at the camera, but Mom seemed satisfied enough.

Last night there was a storm comin in and I went to the bedroom to hide out, but I kept hearing some boomies, so I came out to investigate what was going on.  This was as far as I'd come out of the doorway before I would go lay down again. Mom thought me poking out my head was particularly cute.  Obviously, she didn't understand that I was protecting us, you crazy lady!

Mom, do you smells that?  Are you sure there isn't a treat for me somewhere?

Every move you make...
I'll be watchin you.
Even if I look completely uncomfortable....