New toys!

Mom has been pretty awesome lately, FYI. 

1)  We have an extra puppy in our home right now.  His name is Donner.  He's not staying with us for permanent, but just until he gets adopted. 

2)  We've been going on walks again.  I was on an exercise diet for 1.5 months, but Mom figured some light walking wasn't going to kill me.  Yes, I'm still limping sometimes, but it comes and goes.  Mom is still curious as to why I'm limping and we were supposed to get a referral from our vet to go see a specialist, but because of #3, we haven't been able to yet.

3)  We moved to a place with CARPET andddd SO MUCH SPACE!!!!  I don't have to back up everywhere anymore.  I can actually turn around!  I'm still afraid of the slippery floors in the dining room, but its so much better than before cause she got me some special rugs!!

4)  Mom made a new toy investment!  I had killed most of my squeakers in my squeaky toys, because they are my favorite.  I saw how many she bought last night, but she only gave us ONE last night!  (In her defense, she did also buy 2 new toys a few nights prior, and I snuck in the bags and pulled the toys out before she was even done unloading the bags!  She had to take them from me to cut the tags off..)

5)  She gives me lubbins whenever I ask her to and she is patient with me over the slippery floors and she turns Donner out of the way when I can't get past him to get to my food bowl and she gives me treats and she takes me to meet and greets and she endures my bad breaths and she says she loves me more than any other doggy that comes to my house, forever.


How about some videos?

Characters:
So there's me, Phil, the big, white, Greyhound.
There's Donner, the big, brindle, Greyhound (who is looking for his forever home).
There's Noodles, the "husky", long, Dachshund. (Aunt Courkie's dog)
And there's Judge, the teeny, tiny, smallest dog in the house, mini-Dachshund.  (Aunt Courkie's dog)

Here's a video of mostly just me with my new chicken.  We had to hide it after this video because Noodles is a little vicious with toys and Mom didn't want this one to have such a quick life.

I will show ALL critters that I have been here.

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This is me.. about all things.  No pee spots will remain unmarked (even if I have to poop on them).
Today, the back yard.  Tomorrow, THE WORLD!!!

PS.  Mom is moving so she's left me with Miz Penney and Mister Bruce and I've been hanging out with Miley (the white/moo cow girl).  Word on the street is that I have a new sweater waiting for me when I get home.

PPS.  My mom is the most awesomest Mom ever.  We have SO MUCH CARPETS at the new place!!!!!

PPPS.  AND SO MUCH YARDS FOR ME TO PEE ALL OVER EVERYTHING!!!!

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:

That was WET!

So today was a good day.  Mom and I hung out, she left for a little while and came back.. with no goodies for me..  I'll have to teach her better.

The evening went well.  We went on a medium length walk.  Mom was piddling around in the kitchen for a while.  I left her alone and laid in my crate watching her and napping.  She fed me dinner and continued her kitchen activities.

The evening was pretty lazy.  Every so often I'd find a toy, play for a few minutes, then resume my napping.

Tonight though...  was a different story.

I went into the kitchen to do some sniffing around.  Mom has pretty much taught me counter-surfing is a no go, but she always puts my kongs with peanut butter in this high thing.  It has a door on the top and bottom and its cold every time she opens it.  I figured I could just get my kong on my own, cause that peanut butter is tasty!  I was scratching at the door, but I heard Mom get up, so I stopped and greeted her as she came around the corner.  She was suspicious of what I'd been scratching at, but she thought I was just trying to get something from in front of the cabinets that maybe she had dropped on the floor.  She went and sat back down and I knew she wasn't going to be listening so I went back to my post.

I again started scratching on the door.  Then out of NOWHERE this water hits me!  I scramble all over these stupid, slippery floors... all the way back to my house.  Where I'm now laying dejectedly, staring at Mom.  She's smiling and I could tell she was laughing a little.  I'm not so sure what is so funny.

At least I know I'll get my kong tomorrow when she leaves for work!  She better put extra peanut butter in it after tonight's fiasco!

Siiiiigh.. Home sweet home.