Photo Dump 6

Miley and Olive went to da meet and greet wif us at PetValu in Leonardtown.  Free (3) doggies in Mom's car is kinda a tight squeeze, but we are pretty good.  We wear muzzles in case someone is being testy.

Miley is an extra lookout for Mom.

Da Harem workin it.

We all tried to look out da same window..  It was a tight squeeze.

Mom had to stop and gets gas, and we were supervisin.

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.

Bacation for Phil and Mommy!

On Halloween, Mom and I started a trek to NC.  She said we were going on bacation.  I was staying with Grampy and Grammy though.  

Here we are on our way to NC.  I was watching for cops.

This was the day Mom left me to start her bacation with Dad.  I was upset that she was leaving me.

I refused to look at Mom.

Grampy didn't really take any pictures of me while Mom and Dad were away bacationing in Denver, then Arizona, then the Grand Canyon.. so blame him for no pictures.

I got to do arts and crafts while Mom was away.  Aunt Courkie painted my foot and I got to "sign" a card for Aunt Desaree who is in Army bootcamp.

When Mom and Dad came back, Mom made sure to take some pictures though.  She's really a good Mom even if she leaves me behind.

I was obviously chasing a squirrel in this dream...
Or I found that fuzzy black dog again.

On the way home I had to my sniffs in.

My space was a lot more cramped on the way back to MD since we had Dad with us.

YAY for bacations!

Piktchurs!

Going to da dog sittars so Foster Mom could go on vakchuns:

Dis Phil's butt.  It's de only fing Foster Mom could sees in her mirrors.

I blocked his butt, cause I'z bringin da sexy back!

Bof me and de Old Man.

FM openeds da sunwoof.  I lubed all da breezes.

Da Old Man in FM's mirror.

I'z lookin at da Foster Momz wonderin' why she waz clickin' so muches.

I'z too good for piktchurs wif da Foster Momz.

Coming back from da dog sittars:

Me and da Old Man ridin.  We waz pretty happys to see Foster Momz.

I lubs car ridins.

Doggie butts!

Just more proofs da Old Man iz lazy.  I'z stood up almost all de way home!

Dis my favorite fing to do in da car ridin.

Dat Old Man is rewy tall!

We finally seddled down.  Dis didn't last long.

Was somefing dere?

We's rewy glads to be homes.  I lubed it at Miz Monica's house.  Dere was dis doggie dere dat was my size and we plays and plays and plays!  Miz Monica says we barely stopped playins de entire week!  Foster Mom sayz I'z going to be sooo happyz when I see my Forever Mommy and Daddy and brothers and sisters.  She finks dey will plays wif me more dan de Old Man.

We'bs just been chillin since we'bes been back.  Foster Mom gots some fotos of dis too!

Wook at mah big ears!  Dey is de bestest!

Here I iz all passed outs.  Dis was a nice naps.
I don't haz my collar on cause Foster Mom says iz too stinky.
She's going to frow it in da washy-washy machine.

Dis da Old Man.  He wooks bery uncomfertuble but he didn'ts moves none.

Sometimes we gets confused when Foster Mom tells us to go to our crates.
Dis a funny piktucher of me wifs my eys closed.

Invader!!

Guys.. Mom let a stranger in the car.. AND THEN.. into our house!!!

I mean, this Joey seems nice enough, but he's really throwin off my naps with all his spunky energy. Woah buddy, I'm a Greyhound, we don't roll like that. Or at least I sure don't.

Joey's Mom said that he is a Ibizan Hound, which is a type of sighthound, like Greyhounds are.  Joey is much smaller than me, less than half my size actually!  He's only 30 pounds!  He is supposed to be around 40, so Mom is going to work on that while he's staying with us.

Oh yeah, Mom is letting Joey stay with us... for a month.  Mom seems really smitten with this new puppy.  But, she's already told me that I'm her forever #1.  Sometimes she even says, "Maybe even over Zeplen, maybe, but you were already potty trained and you don't pull on the leash, so maybe I'm biased."  

So for the next month, Mom will be learning to deal with having 2 doggies in the house and I'll be learning how to share.. maybe.  Dad says that alpha dogs don't have to share, but Mom says I do.  So far Joey has already rearranged my toys for me.  I had them neatly piled in front of the fireplace.  Which is where I relocate them after Mom puts all my toys in my crate.  She's silly and doesn't know where they go, so I show her.  Apparently, Joey thinks that toys belong all over the house.  Puppies.  Siiigh.

Just a warning for you all, I'll be FIVE in October!!  I think that's how many toenails I have on one paw, but I can't be sure since I'm just a silly puppy-luppy.. or so says Mom..  don't tell her, but I call her a silly human-wuu-man.

Joey

Me and Joey in the back of Mom's car..  I think I like this setup much better than my hammock, Mom!

A crack in the back windows, one for each pup!

Mom thought this was a cute photo of me being awesome.

Ridin home.

<3 those ears... on both pups.

Mom cracked the window for my nose and didn't realize that  Joey's whole head could fit
through if he wedged it just right...  Lesson learned.