Phil gets sketti!

In case you were worried Phil is starving because he's so skinny...  proof that he does get fed.

NOMNOMNOM

Photo Dump 1

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!

Sneaking on the computer!

Hi fans!  I'm sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated.  My Foster Brothers have hogged the computer updating their blogs trying to get adopted.. and I know how important finding your forever family is, so I've let it slide.

Let's see.. what's been happening??

I really wanted to clean out this kong and I forgot to let Mom take off my muzzle!
I was pretty excited.

If your parents don't give you pillows, they aren't good parents.

I shared my bed with my foster brother, Donner.
Mom documented this because I don't usually share.

...But I'm learning that sharing isn't an option.
I'm getting good at it!

We went to a meet and greet in February.
I let Donner borrow my bow-tie so people could see how handsome he was.

Mr. Bruce was teasing me and Donner with squeaky toys..
but he bought them for us, which is why we like Mr. Bruce.

On the way home, I was very tired.
Aunt Courkie thought that it was very funny that my nose was caught on my muzzle
which was causing me to make my "grr" face.

Me and Donner had a dog park date with Gracie and Buddy!
We were all chasing the little dog who kept getting the ball!

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.

For Fanksgibing, we had a Kody!

For Fanksgiving, mah friend Kody came to stay wif us since his Mommy was going out of town.  You member Kody from when he came wif his brother, Moe?  Kody stayed with us for a week.  He was pretty good for a puppy head.  He didn't give me any issues, but I fink dat Mom got a little frustrated a few times wifs him.  He always made up for it wif kisses though.  Mom lubs puppy kisses.

Kody and I were waiting in my house for treats!

Kody is "broken" and gets up on the furniture, but Mom doesn't mind.
I think Kody thought the sun was too bright in this picture.

Den, one night, Kody was in bed wif Mom and he put his butt up to her face.
Luckily, he didn't habs no stinky butt leaks dat night.

Me and Kody on our walk.

Kody napping and looking out the window for squirrels.

Mom laid down for a nap one evening and Kody used her butt for a pillow!

Merry Christmas from Kody!!

Kody doesn't usually like peanut butters, but this day, he surprised us all!

Kody usin' Mom's arm as a chin pillow.

Oh, you were sitting here?  Not no mores.  -Kody

Kody gibin Mom lubins.

Kody being a puppy head.

We were really excited about rawhide sticks.  REALLY EXCITED.

I didn't like this.

Let me explain that last picture.  You see, what happened was..  Dad got this "good idea" from Kody being on the furnitures that I wanted to be on the furnitures so while he was on Skype with Mom, he suggested that she put me up on the bed...  and she did it.  Mom had to literally lift me up on the bed and..  I.didn't.like.it.one.bit.ever.  I pretty much just stood on the bed frozen.  Mom had Kody hop up on the bed so she could take this picture.  Then, she left.  SHE LEFT ME ON THE BED GUYS!!  I didn't know how to get down.  Dad was still watching on Skype but Mom went out of the bedroom and so did Kody and I was standing on the bed scared cause I didn't know how to get down!  Mom kept saying jump down, which is also what she says when I get out of the car, but this was NOT the same.  Nope, nope, nope.

Eventually, I laid down again.  Then I stood up again.  Mom was watching all this from the kitchen.  When she opened the door and crinkled the carrots bag, I knew that I had a decision to made.  I didn't like it, but I jumped off the bed and went straight to Mom to get my carrots.  She gave me lots of carrots that day because I had been so patient and good.

The lesson is, don't EVER listen to Dad's "good ideas."  They aren't really good ideas.  He also put me up on the couch when he came back home with us for a few days in November.  I didn't like that either.  I don't like slippery or squishy surfaces where I'm standing/walking.  Serious.  I don't.

My halloween costume.

You know your mom really loves you when she won't let you go to the store with her BUT she comes back with not only a 30 lb bag of dog food that she carried in by herself (because she's awesome), but also some bully sticks... which she then lets you devour one in a 1 hour time span despite the fact that they smelled sour and gross...

True love, y'all, true.  love.

On to the pics..  Noms can't be partaken of without photographic evidence!

PS.  I think I'm going to go as "Snaggle Tooth" for halloween since I've been inspired by this rawhide.

Look at my new TOOF!
HAha, just kidding, it's a piece of rawhide stuck to my front teeth.
Mom thought it was funny..  It brings out her redneck when she thinks random "teeth" are funny.

I will gnaw and slobber on dis nom till dere is no more nommmmmms.

Yes, Moms, what do you wants?
Do not you dares take dis away from mes.

Snaggle tooth and soggy rawhide = Greyhound winning.
"I've got my eye on you, woman." -Phil

PS.  You like my new collar?  I lubs it.  :)

PPS.  Mom did take my rawhide away from me after she put her clicky-flashy-blindy machine away.  She kept squealing saying, "EWWWW, it's sooo slimy!!  AND IT STINKS!!!"  I had obviously perfected the rawhide gnawing.  THEN SHE THREW AWAY MY NOMS!  She says it was because I wasn't going to be able to break it apart no mores, but I was determined to dissolve that fing in mah spits drools.

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