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!

Look at dis!

De Old Man cans plays!!!

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:

What's ben happenin at mah foster house..

So foster Mom has been hogging da computer all weeks!  Somefing about Aus-trail-ya.  So much funs happened dis past week.  I shows you.  Did I tells you I lubs de dog park?  Cause I lubs de dog park.

Foster Mom said she'd ben wading on Sunshine to come to da dog parks so we could play.  Sunshine haz a lots of energy.. like mes.  When Sunshine came in da dog park, Old Man Phil, me, and Sunshine waz all runnin around.  Let me repeats.  Old Man Phil was RUNNIN.  Guys..  He's really fast.  I'z just a puppy and he was beatin me.  Dey say he is a grehound dough, dey is supposed to be super fastest... Old Man Phil was a racin dog, but as much as he sleeps, I'z not surprised he haz all da energies stored up.  Everbodys was surprised with Phil was runnin wif us, cause he neber does dat.

Dis is da room where Foster Mom set up mah crate.  Old Man Phil lubs mah crate.  Well, he can haz it, I just sleepz on da couch.

I'z not movin'.  Dis is too comfys.

Foster Mom came home for lunch and I was patiently waiting on her to shares her lunch noms.

Dis is Old Man Phil's raised feeder.  He really iz bigger dan me.

De weekend before dis one, Foster Mom had Phil and me and dis other dog named Moe.  He was really big.  He only stayed wif us for da weekend dough.  He was very lazy, like da Old-Man-Phil.  All dese sleepin dogs.  Dey don't know how much fun bouncin' is!  

Old Man Moe

Moe was in my playin way!

All free of da boys.

Foster Mom fought dat leabin me out for a short period of time could be ok...
..I pooped in da floor.  She was just glads de runny poops weren't on de carpets.

Dis is me bein silly with da fake bone.  Dere's so many fun toys here!

Den on Saturday, Foster Mom left me at her house alone!  Her and Old Man Phil went to somefing called a Meet & Greet.  Iz about Greyhounds, so I didn't pay much 'tentions.  She made me put dese fotos on here...

Dis is Old Man Phil riding with da back seat layed down.
He telled me he liked dis much better dan his hammock.

Dis is Dexter at da M&G.

Dis is Old Man Phil.

Dis is Dexter again!

Dis is Lulu.  She wasn't really dat happy.  She was just panting, a lots.
So I'm told.  She looks really happys.

Dis is AJ.  

It wasn't all bad bein left at home alones.  When Foster Mom came back, she had a bag full of da goodies (she brought Old Man Phil back wifs her too)!  Some toys for me.. FINE. and Old Man Phil.  Some treats dat are delicious.  Dis stick da frows da ball, which I fink is also good for da chewin on (aldough Foster Mom wasn't too happy with my chewin art on de brand new frowy fingy).  And da Old Man got a new black leash to match his collar set.

Despite how grouchy da Old Man is, he definitely has Foster Mom trained!!

Ok one more videos den I'm going to go play wif da new crunchy toy.  Iz so fun!

Going to the dog park..

Dear Dog Park Mommies and Daddies,

For the sake of my Mom's sanity (and potentially your doggie's well-being)..  if your dog isn't well-behaved, please keep it away from her.  She had to come home this afternoon and take a shower and change clothes because one of the neighborhood dogs who was also in the dog park with us.  She kept jumping on Mommy.  Mom had dirty paw prints all over her, and while that was a sign of love from the other doggy, Mom didn't appreciate it one bit!  From my experience, Mom prefers gentle kisses.. even if you have bad breath.  I tried to tell the other doggy that, but she wasn't listening to me.

Mom was NOT very happy.  Mom said to me (I think she was talkin to me, since no one else was around) on the walk home, "If I have to control your dog because you can't, you don't need to have a dog."
So please other Dog Park Mommies and Daddies, know how to control your dog before you go into the park with others.  It's one thing to try to play with the other doggies, but to jump on the humans?  NOT COOL!  Especially MY human!

PS.  Down doesn't mean NO.  My Mommy tells me NO often.  She's not afraid to yell it either.  I know when she yells NO, she means serious business.  I stop what I'm doing immediately and look at her.  Sometimes, when she just says no normal, I don't hear her until she repeats what she wants me to do a few times.  It's a game I like to play with her to see how many times she'll repeat a command.  So far, I'm up to... well I can't really count, but its a LOT!

It usually goes like this:  Phil, go to your house.  (I look at her like what did you say?)  No, Phil, go to your house.  (I start towards my house, but I get about halfway there then back up to the rug).  Phil, NO, go to your house!  (I put my front paws on the slippy floor).  Go to your house Phil, you can do it.  (Finally, I slowly make it to my house.  I have to put on a good show for Mom so she knows how much the floors "scare" me).  Good boy, Phil!  Ok, now stay.

I'm really good at stay because usually if I stay in my house and out of Mom's way while she's fixing me dinner, she makes it quicker AND doesn't spill it.

She's a pretty good Mom, so please Please PLEASEEEEEEE... have good doggy manners around her.  She's spoiled by my good manners... So its really my fault.  But she can't help how much she loves me.. Have you looked at me?  You can't help but to love me too.  Promise.

This is what being good looks like.  It's not a bad idea to practice this.

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!!