Telling the truth.

Hi, my name is Phil, I like to falsely lull my Mommy into believing that I am a good dog.

Mom is making me write this so I learn to tell the truth all the time.

This morning at 0630 on the only day this week that Mom hasn't actually had to get up early, I started whining, usually we sleep in till at least 0730-08.  I couldn't help it, I had to go out.  I don't usually tell Mom unless I have to go, so Mom understood and we got dressed in our coats and went outside in the 32°F so I could go business.

Mom was surprised at my urgency, but I drank a lot of water yesterday after our 2 mile jog, so she thought that maybe my last out for business last night wasn't enough.  Then, we went on to the woods (where I go #2) and instead of her having to talk me into going poopies, I made her jog to the place I'd been saving.  I was serious business, you guys.  Mom noticed that my poo was a little wonky, but sometimes that happens (like when I get in the garbage and eat butternut and acorn squash rinds... also yesterday, but in the morning!).  Mom thought it was just leftover squash poopies, haha.  Then on our way back, I started making that "I'm going to barf" sound and movement.  Mom was, again, concerned.  I lead Mom to the grass and started eating some.  Mom let me pretend to be a cow for about a minute, then she decided she was cold and we came back home.

As is our protocol, when we came in, Mom took off our coats and she sent me to my house.  YAY breakfast time!  I'm really good about going to my house when it's eating time.  I know that if I don't get in Mom's way, she will release me sooner.  Sometimes though, she tests me to see how long I'll last before I try to sneak to my bowl.  I'm not very sneaky though and she always catches me and makes me wait even longer!  Ugh!

Mom finally released me and since she went in the spare bedroom, I did too!  Then she told me that my bowl was in it's normal place.  Mom was confused why I'd go to the spare room first, but she had figured out that I'm being weird this morning, so she shrugged it off.

She had went into the spare room to grab my dog food bag because I was out of food in my food container.

Well, what Mom didn't know was that since she sometimes has trouble opening the bag, I helped her open it yesterday!  Wasn't that awesome of me?  She picked it up and the little hole that I'd made so I could have a snack so she could pour out my food ripped open and food spilled out on the floor.  You're welcome, Mom!

Mom yelled, "PHIL!" and I knew she was proud of me.  She came out to glare at me give me a look of appreciation.  I kept eating my breakfast.  When I tried to go see Mom after I'd finished to tell her thanks for feeding me (usually with a very gentlemanly belch), she wouldn't let me come in the room since there was dog food everywhere that she was trying to clean up.  At that point, I realized she was a wee bit mad at me. When I tried to go in the room she yelled, "OUT!" at me.  I went to my house because I'm safe there from Mad Mommy.

When Mom finally finished cleaning up the mess and refilling my food container, she came out and told me that when I have too much extra snacks, that's what makes my belly hurt and my poopies wonky.  She also understood why I'd ran into the spare room for breakfast instead of to my bowl.

My name is Phil and I lull my Mom into believing that I'm a good dog.

PS.  I know it's been over a month since I've posted, but Mom has been hogging the computer!  I have lots of stuff to tell you about though!  My friend, Kody, came to visit AND Mom and I went on vacation!!!