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Mom and I were sad dat Aunt Courkie left so we were pouting together.

No, you may not take a photo of me using the wall as a head rest.

Fine.  You can take da pikture as long as I get some of dat pizzas.

FINE DEN!  :P  I don't want your pizzas anyway!  Meanin mom!

Mom took dis pikture after she got home from works.
I was really excited she came home and den I needed a naps.

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Ober da 4fth of Julys Miley and Olive came to stay again!

Mom filled up my pool, which no one got in.
And all dat fur is from Miley.
Mom furminated us bofs.

Phil's Mom, why you has to furminates me?

Olive decided one of Mom's cactuses was a chewy toy.
Luckily, dis wasn't a sharp poky cactus.

Night night time!

Miley and I chillin' in da dining room.

Mom doesn't understand how dis is comfortable.
Olive had stole mah beds dough, I was pouting.

Olive decided the papasan wa her new faborite place to lay.

Miley stretches as far as she can.

Olive has a pretty cute roach too... from someone that doesn't roach, that is.

Tattoos are sexy!

Miley is always on da couch wif Moms.

Mom was makin dinners and we was all nappin.

Me and Olive

Miley keepin' Mom's bed warm for her.

Miley was all stretched out and gropin' Mom's boob!

After dey left, Mom gibs me her yogurt container.  I cleans it out for her.  YUM!

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Mom's cell phones has been threatened with a factory reset if it doesn't be good and she realized she had a lot of pictures of me she never shared!  What an awful Mom!

So now I'm sharing dese piktures wif yous.

Fanks for da new bed Mom.
PS.  I wasn't pleased when she put my new bed in the washy machine.

I LOVE going to Rita's and getting my own doggy cone!

Miss Crystal shared the vanilla side of her Rita's with me!

Goin' on a ride!

Mom took me to Virginia Beach this past weekend.  She said something about a Color Me Rad 5k.  Whatebs.  She didn't bring me, so pfffth.

On the other hand, I did travel in comfort.  I mean, does your human bring your dog beds on rides?

I don't often sit, but when I do,
I try to look as awkward as possible.

Mom stopped at Wendy's for lunch.  I was scopin' out the menu for my order.

I'll take the baconator monster burger please, Mom.

Mom, Y U NO GET ME MAH BACONATOR?!  I can haz your cheeseburger?

How about a fry?

For shame, woman, for shame.

Tired of lookin' cute to get noms.

Mom, less clicky-flashy box, more fries.

Ugh, fine.  I gibs up.

Despite my size, I squeezed into Pepper's crate (which is a small/medium).
I even managed to turn around inside it.  Mom wasn't sure how.

No, I am NOT too big! 

Told you I wasn't stucks!

On de way home.  I was workin' out mah neck muscles.

Mom, maybe you should focus.

Despite my bad breath, Mom thinks mah teefs are pretty cute.

Really, woman, enough with the clicky-box.  No body wants to see all these photos.
(Well, they better, but I'm trying to be modest!)

I reteached Mom that I really am cat safe... INSIDE.  There was that one time last year that it was suggested that maybe I wasn't.  But I iz.  I didn't eat Schwarzenegger the kitty (that's not really his name, but it started with an S!) and I even tolerated Chloe (the pup) wanting to play with me.

I'm a pretty cool dude, Mom says.

She's not so bad either.

Here's why:

That is expedient noms.

Chaos in the night!

So, Phil's Mom here.  Phil is napping.  Miley is napping.  But I had to share a story from last night.

You see, we went to bed pretty early.  By 10pm.  It was nice to be in bed that early.  I mean, for the pups, it's just a location change for the thing they do all the time, but I was glad.  It didn't take long for me to fall asleep and I was sleeping good.  And then.. COMMOTION IN THE NIGHT!!!

There was a growl, a bark, more growls and barks, the sound of something hitting the wall.

I was very afraid.  What took place in those 2-3 seconds of madness felt like a full 5 minutes.  My heart was pounding.  The first growl woke me up and I used my VOG (voice of God, for my non-dog-term-peoples) to yell, "HEY!"  This usually works at getting dogs to stop what they are doing and focus on me and what I'm telling them.  My VOG of didn't work and there was more growls and barks, there was more VOG.  In my slumbering stupor, I was struggling to process what was happening, especially since my VOG wasn't working.  2 minutes seconds later, I finally came to and realized I needed to turn on the light.

Turning on the light revealed 2 very confused, unhurt dogs, 1 misplaced blanket... and a lamp on its side.

You see, my apartment isn't large.  It's actually quite confined for an 80 pound Phil-boy.  He has mastered backing-up to places he wants to go.  Sometimes necessary, sometimes not.  I find it amusing, so I just giggle and go on about my day.  In the bedroom, there is a lamp that isn't really in a good place, but it's at the electric socket that is connected to the light switch so it has to be where it is.  This lamp has to be passed to get to Phil's bed in the bedroom.  He has whipped it with his tail so hard before that its swayed like it was going to fall before, so the lamp being knocked over wasn't really a surprise.

I'm still not actually sure what happened.  It was midnight:45 when I turned on the light.  After picking up the lamp, while consoling both dogs and reassuring them that everything was ok (to include having to get treats out for Phil (the most food motivated dog on the planet) since he was pretty much shell-shocked and wouldn't come to me or do anything but lay beside the my bed staring at the wall.  Miley really liked this surprise treat time at 1am) I finally jumped (literally) back into bed.

After the heart attack that is thinking that your dogs are sleep attacking each other for no apparent reason, it took me over an hour to get back to sleep.  In that time I started putting together the pieces.

Miley stole Phil's (normal) bed last night.
Phil went to bed in the spare dog bed I pulled into the bedroom for Miley.
I covered Miley with Phil's blanket.
Phil was laying on the spare blanket so he didn't get covered.
I went to bed.  There were no issues with the sleep arrangements.
The aftermath of the chaos revealed Phil's blanket on the wrong side of the bed and an over turned lamp.

My suspicions are that Miley was getting up to reposition and wanted the blanket off of her.  In her attempts, she pulled the lamp over which scared her (she's a spook), she probably freaked out and stepped on Phil who has serious space issues.  Phil probably didn't like being stepped on so he lashed out (cause he's an asshole).  When the lamp fell they both freaked out and all the while I'm yelling "HEY!" over and over at the top of my lungs fearing that when I turn the light on there is going to be blood on at least one dog.

I'm sure my downstairs neighbors enjoyed their 1am wake up as well.  I heard their dog start barking from the Phil and Miley's barks and my yelling.  This is payback for how their dog barks at pretty much anything all day long (although it is getting better).

Thankfully, there was no blood, only 2 dogs with some serious shakes.  I gave them both hugs and Miley settled back down pretty quick.  Phil wasn't having that.  I walked over Phil till his butt was between my legs and leaned down to hug him.  I held him till he stopped shaking.  I was his personal thundercoat.  It only took about 30 seconds for his heart to stop pounding and the shakes to stop.  But he still wouldn't go back to his bed.  I think he was afraid of the lamp, lol.  I got out a treat to break apart to motivate him to come to me and go back to his bed.

Miley realized what was happening first and she got very excited.  Miley can SIT!  It's really cute.  Someone needs to teach Phil to sit.  Once Phil realized that the treats were out, he was more willing to follow commands.

They both passed the lamp a few times, for good measure and then we all went back to bed.

While I appreciated no blood... I did NOT appreciate the interruption in my sleeps.  I think I need to go wake up the pups now!  tehehehehe.  Payback sucks! :D

Miley is a snuggler.  And by snuggler, I really mean body-taker-over-er.

Phil.. is NOT a snuggler.

Too much youngin takin over my blog!

My Mom is from the South and she said the title of this post was allowable.  Joey has taken over my blog the past few weeks, I felt like he needed something extra to do to get out some of his energy.  He has A LOT OF ENERGY.  He's always bouncin or slitherin' under me.  He makes me skid on the scary floors sometimes.  He actually wipes out on the slippery floors all the time and he gets right back up and does it again!  Nonsense!

In good news, the temps have been cooler this past week!  It's been awesome.  In addition to our regular dog park afternoons, we got to go on a run last week down the long road.  Mom looked kinda funny dragging me behind her and Joey pulling in front of her.  She's a good sport.  Joey did trip Mom up once or twice, which I've done before.  But the 2nd time, she actually fell!  Guys, Mom has never fallen before.  I had no idea why she was laying on the ground.  I knew it was Joey's fault though.  So she's layin on the ground and I'm lookin' at Joey like, "Great, jerk.  Now we're never gonna get home.  Why'd you have to make Mom made and we're not even home yet!?"  Joey was just lookin' around like nothin' had happened.  Mom got up and she wasn't mad.  She said, "Accidents happen.  Let's go home."  I was down with going home.  2 miles is a long way, even with walk breaks.  We ran to the water hose where Mom washed us down, which Joey didn't like, then we went home for breakfast.

After that, Mom said she was sore and we went to the dog park for a few days, and since the accident, we've only been running along the beach road, where there are no cars for Joey to be afraid of.  She bought this ball throwy thing.  Joey chewed on the handle, which didn't make Mom happy.  Joey REALLY LOVES running after the ball.  I do not.  Mom throws the ball and I run after it once, then turn my nose up.  I have better things to do than run after a ball, like sniff all the pee spots and mark over them.

Mom says this is proof there are monsters under the bed.
It's name might just be Joey.

Joey thinks he's sneaky sleepin' on the couch, but Mom knows.

I taught him how to be a toy hoarder.
Mission = success.

Joey's bed in Mom's bedroom.

... but I stole his crate!

Joey stole my bed...

Mom let me have the rest of the yogurt.
Joey and I both got to clean out the peanut butter jar too!

Videos from the dog park: