Moe and Kody visited me!

This past weekend, Kody and Moe took a vacation from their Mommy came to visit!  We really had a lot of fun.

To get the party started, after work on Friday Mom took all 3 of us for a jog.  Kody and Moe are lucky and have a backyard, so they aren't subjected to running like I am.  They were tired before we even hit the halfway point!  They gotta do more exercising!  Mom slowed down for them and we were walking while she was jogging because we are way faster than Mom we have to let her feel like she is going really fast.

Kody after our run.  He got some water from his bowl and just sprawled out on the slippery, devil floor!

He was even coolin' his tongue on the floor!

Mom had her breakfast after our run.  Moe helped her clean her plate!

Due to some feeding logistics their first night with us, Mom fed me in my crate just to be safe.  It was like breakfast dinner in bed.  I was able to just roll right over and take a nap afterwards.  Good Mom!

Kody thought all of my toys were awesome!
Then we napped.

Moe and Kody takin' naps.

Kody snuggled with Mom every night while she was on her clicky-clacky-machine.

This is the bagel that Kody tried to help Mom eat Saturday morning.
Mom was NOT pleased.  I tried to tell him she doesn't share her noms.

All the boys chillin.

Kody and Moe 

Moe's artwork.
Mom said, "Thanks, Moe."

"You're welcome, Phil's Mom!" - Moe

Mom said we were goin out!

Moe and Kody after our outing.

Kody doesn't love peanut butter, which I'm sure makes him not a real greyhound!
But, he did love all my old bones Mom had lying around.

Den, on Saturday, Mom gave us each our own beef knuckle.  These are the same delichious noms that Mom gave us when Joey was still here.  She's actually given me one or two since it's been just me again since she knows I really love des noms.

Each good boy gets his own noms.

The Kody stare down.

Lady, I'm tryin to enjoy delichious noms here.  Please take da flashy-fing away!

"Dis mah best side!" - Kody

On Saturday evening, Moe and I got to go to a cookout where this was this big slobbery dog named Moe.  Dey said he was an English Mastiff, which is really close to Moe's sister, Gussie.  After the cookout we came home and enjoyed some quality family time at home.

On Sunday, Moe and Kody's Mom came to pick them up.  

The biggest thing I learned this weekend was that bones are for CHEWING!  I didn't know this!  I had been lickin' all my bones to death.  I was kinda chewin, but not really.  Dey showed me how to really get into it.  That big bone you see in the pictures with me is half gone now!  ANNNDDD, Mom says my breath is significantly better.  She's not been doing her crazy dance when I've yawned in her face the past few days.  Dis also means that I don't have to get my teefs sprayed every night with that nasty teef spray (Petz Life).

Also, I was good all weekend.  Mom made sure of this by putting me in mah crate when she left.  She would also put Kody in his x-pen since he was deemed "the crazy dog" by his Mommy.  Moe is a good doggy, so he got to roam around, but really he just napped on my bed a lot.

YAY for visiting puppies!!!

Dis maght be mah last posts!

Hay peoples ob da internetz!!  Dis maght be mah last posts... not cauz I'z in twuble, but cauz...

I GETS TO GO TO MAH FOREBER HOME ON SUNDAY!!!!!!

Dats big news humans!  I'z so 'cited!  I met mah foreber family once befores coming to stay wif da Old Man and Foster Moms.  Dey aren't so bads, but FM keeps tellings me dat mah foreber family will hab ober doggies dat plays wif me and delichious noms and mah foreber mommy will lubs me da mostest eber.

I does habs some pikchurs fer yous.  I'z heard 'bout how much eberyone lubs da pikchurs, so I was bein' da cuteness and dat tricked FM into takins some pikchurs for mah biggest fans, YOU!

Some ob dem are ob da Old Man, so yous gotta bear wif dem, but I'z in de lineup, promise!

Tehehe, he fells asdeep like dis.  FM fought it was funny toos!

Dis 'splains all de wet spots on da Old Man's bed when I taken his bed in da mornings.
He's a drooler!  Old Timer!

FM gibs us a peanut butter kong ebery morning when she leafs for da work.  

I lub da PB kong.  I gos straight to da crate (or da Old Man's crate) cauz I knows dats where I gets mah kong. 

Dis me sittin like a ribbet-ribbets.  FM foughts it was pretty cutes.

Todays, after our 2 mile jog (which didn't ebeen wear me outs a widdle), FM tooks us to da washy-washer and wet us!  She is a mean mommy sometimes!  I hates dis spray waters!  FM says I'z sweaty and needs a wince down and it makes me coolah fastah.  I still donts likes it nones!

But, I endured it.  Its payed off!  FM gibs us a mussage wifs a towel outside den we came inside and watched FM wiggle in da floor (she says dis was her workin' out, but I sayz she needs to practice her zoomies...).  After she was done wifs her wiggles, she surprised de Old Man and mes and gibs us de noms!!!  I LUB DE NOMS!!!!!!!

Dis Phil wif de big noms.  

Dis me wif de widdle noms.

I'z dont finks Phil wikes de flashy-clicky-machine intruptin his personal timez wif his noms.

But he ignorez it and went back to his noms.

De Old Man also lubs delichious noms.
You can sees de excitement in his perky ears.

Mah noms had delichiousness insides!  Yum!

We were layin' butt to butt!  Dis doesn't happen lots cause de Old Man wreely likes his space..
wifouts mes in its.

 

But, he doesn't mind sharing de same rug area wifs me.

NOMNOMNOM!

Know how I know FM lubs me?  She maken sure dat Phil haz to share de big bones wifs me!  Iffen you eber haz to be in da foster home, make sure dat your foster parents are wreely goods and makes de oder dogs shares wifs you, spchully iffen your da widdle dog.  Phil cans be kinda grouchy sometimes so FM makes sure dat eberyfing is fair iffen he's grouchy wifs me for no reasons.

De Old Man doesn'ts looks as happy wifs da widdle noms.

Me wifs da big noms!

SOOOOO DELICHIOUS!!!  Dese de bests noms.  Foreber Mommy, I caz haz dese when I get home, wight?

Eberybody enjoyin dere noms.

De Old Man realizin I had de big noms.  I fink he was jealous, but FM lets me keeps da big noms.

Dis just mah size.

I can cleans dis off and brings dis to mah foreber home so I can show mah foreber
broders and sisters dat foster libin ain't so bads.
Its like mah trophey!

Foreber family, I'z really excited to be comin' homes.  You shoulds know dat I sneaks up on da furniture when deres no one wookin.  I'z also likes to sleep on da beds wifs you.  I sneaked up dere one night wifs da FM.  She didn't ebeen notices...  till de next mornings when I woke her up wif mah sniffen her brefs.  Dey was smellys like Phil's!  She mades me get downs den.

I'z a good boy when it comes to da feedin times.  I will go to mah crate or lay in da floors and stay (while being telled to stays) until I am released wifs an "Ok, boys" from da FM.  I likes to jump and play and runs wifs ober doggies.  I also like to wake up da neighbor hoods wif mah barks when I'z playin.  I will also play wifs humans.  I fink dat arms and fingars make de bestest chew toys and I'z not too roughs until I gets too 'cited.  Den, I needs to stop.

I lubs da pettins.  I wike it da mostest when yours busy on da clicky-clacky fing (laptop).  I fink da buttons probide de best supports for mah head.  I'z also a fan ob da waters from da white bowl in da bafrooms.  I'z gibs kisses sometimes.  I wills steps on your feets sometimes, but since I'z skinny it dont hurts too muchs. I'z extremely nosey and curious.  I wants to find all squirrels and bunnies and bugs and grasshoppys and be dere friends... wifs mah moufs.  I likes to know when your in da bafrooms.  I'z keep you company so yous won't gets lonely.

Oberall, I'z a super great puppy!  Serius.  I'z not just sayin' dats.  Foster Mom agrees.. Ebeen dough I tries to gets da critters on our runs dis ebenin.

For da lasts times!
Da Joey-Woey

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!!

Making Mom love me.. LOTS

Mom came home from work early today because her internets have been actin weird.  These strange men show up, AND she let them in the apartment!  I'm not her guard dog, so I didn't really mind too much, except that these men weren't interested in petting me, so I wasn't interested in them!  I laid down on my bed in the living room so I could keep an eye on them.  They left after a few minutes, they said they had fixed the issue.  Mom seemed satisfied, so I helped escort them out.

Mom was very proud of me for being so good.  After they left, we laid down for a nap.  I love naps!  When we woke up, Mom started messing around the apartment and she acted like she was getting ready to leave.  She even got my last kong out of the crate, refilled it with peanut butter, put it in the freezer, and pulled the already frozen one out of the freezer for me.  And then.. she hesistated.  I was soooo close to getting my peanut butter kong!  Instead, she decided we were going to go somewhere!  Surprise!

Mom brought a huge bag of treats with her.  I'm not really sure why.  She only gave me 2 the whole trip, but either way, I was excited.  Mom showed me the treat, but I still was very scared about getting in the car.  She put my front paws on the back seat and then lifted me up the rest of the way.  UGH I hate it!  Either way, I got my treat and Mom cracked the windows so I could sniff outside while we drove to the place we were going.

I think Mom was rewarding me for being good while those strange men were at the apartment cause she took me to the public dog park!  They have an area for big dogs AND little dogs.  There were a lot of small dogs in the big dog lot.  Or maybe I'm just really big?  There were a few teeny-tiny dogs in the big dog lot though..  I think they were in the wrong place, but everyone was having fun, so it was ok, I guess.

I had a blast, even though I didn't really socialize with the other pups.  I really am a loner.  Mom was worried for a while that I was going to be lonely as an only-dog, but I think I've put her worries at ease.  I don't really socialize when I'm with other dogs.  I don't feel the need to play with them either.  So I spent most of my time at the dog park, walking around the perimeter of the fence, marking every spot that I possibly could.  I also marked all the trees and benches and I even tried to mark the water buckets, but Mom stopped me.

There were so many dogs, and I wasn't interested in any of them!

My only issue at the dog park was that I kept having the poopies.  I went normal business, then I went poopie, but then I kept having the runs.  Mom wasn't really sure what was going on, and I think she's worried about me.  She is thinking that hopefully, I was just nervous about being around so many new dogs.

Mom could tell I was getting tired cause I had stopped prancing around the fence and I was just moseying along.  I had walked around with some of the other doggies, but we just sniffed each other.  I really am not a player.  I'm a stand there and be petted dog.  Seriously.  When we left, Mom tempted me with a treat again to get in the backseat.  She put my front legs on the back seat and then I surprised her.  I jumped in on my own!!!  For the first time ever!

Mom is super proud of me right now.  She kept saying, "Good Phil!!!  Good boy!!"  I'm sure the people at the dog park thought she was crazy.  (Psst, she is!)  Mom then brought me home and fed me dinner.  She said I made her really proud today for being such a good boy!

I'm really just trying to be good because the other morning I tried to eat Mom's banana (and I did a pretty good job at munching on about 1/4 of it) and I got in the bathroom trash and was eating the dryer lint... all in the same hour.  Mom was definitely not pleased.

I showed her who the good dog is though!!

Home Alone... part 2

Our days usually goes like this:

Mom's alarm goes off.
Mom's alarm goes off, again.
Mom gets up.
Mom trips over me while she gets dressed.
Mom goes business.
Mom takes me out on a 1/2 mile run/walk (depending on her mood/motivation).
We come back home.
Mom sends me to my house.
Mom makes my breakfast.
Mom gets ready for work while I show her how small I can be when I lay on the bathroom rug.
Mom sends me to my house and gives me my kong with frozen PB in it.
Mom turns on the radio and she is gone for a while.
Mom comes home.
Mom takes me out and begs me to go business.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.  Gotta keep her guessin.
We come back home.
Mom has lunch while I lounge around the apartment.
Mom sends me to my house and gives me my kong with frozen PB in it.
Mom makes sure the radio is still on and leaves for a while.
Mom comes home.
Mom changes her clothes.
Mom tells me its time for a w-a-l-k.
We go on a walk/run, I'm pretty lazy and sometimes this lady's motivation level is just to much for me.  Especially when I just want to mark all the bushes and chase the stinky squirrels.
We come home.
Mom feeds me dinner.
Mom feeds Mom dinner.
We are lazy for the rest of the evening.
We go to bed.  Mom says that I get to pick where I sleep.  If I am in my crate when its her bedtime, she just shuts the door and leaves me in my crate, but if I'm in my bed in her bedroom, then she just shuts the door to the bedroom and we have a slumber party (except with me on the floor).

Sometimes before dinner time there are variations in the plan of the day (potd).  Sometimes Mom will go out and come back.  She used to always make me go to my house, but more and more she's been letting me chill uncrated while she's away.  I think she's starting to think I'm trustworthy.

I proved her wrong yesterday!  hahahah!

While she was out, I chewed on the window cover-ers, I put teeth marks in a few and one I broke in half completely!

Then later, Mom was eating an apple.  The miraculously, a piece fell from the sky at me.  It was deeeelicious!  (Mom says a piece fell on the floor and she tossed it at me, but whatever).  Later, Mom went to change her clothes and I found a whole bunch of that delicious apple sitting on the table.  I chomped that sucker down, it was soooo good!  Mom came back into the living room to hear me crunching on something and she realized that I'd gotten apple crumblies all over her rug!

Apparently, Mom was leaving a few minutes after that, but she definitely put me in my house for that trip!  Maybe, eventually, I'll be able to stay out of my crate, unsupervised again...  But chewing the blinds probably won't get me there very fast!

NOMNOMNOM... PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!!!!