Photo Dump 7

Mom and I were sad dat Aunt Courkie left so we were pouting together.

No, you may not take a photo of me using the wall as a head rest.

Fine.  You can take da pikture as long as I get some of dat pizzas.

FINE DEN!  :P  I don't want your pizzas anyway!  Meanin mom!

Mom took dis pikture after she got home from works.
I was really excited she came home and den I needed a naps.

Photo Dump 4

Ober da 4fth of Julys Miley and Olive came to stay again!

Mom filled up my pool, which no one got in.
And all dat fur is from Miley.
Mom furminated us bofs.

Phil's Mom, why you has to furminates me?

Olive decided one of Mom's cactuses was a chewy toy.
Luckily, dis wasn't a sharp poky cactus.

Night night time!

Miley and I chillin' in da dining room.

Mom doesn't understand how dis is comfortable.
Olive had stole mah beds dough, I was pouting.

Olive decided the papasan wa her new faborite place to lay.

Miley stretches as far as she can.

Olive has a pretty cute roach too... from someone that doesn't roach, that is.

Tattoos are sexy!

Miley is always on da couch wif Moms.

Mom was makin dinners and we was all nappin.

Me and Olive

Miley keepin' Mom's bed warm for her.

Miley was all stretched out and gropin' Mom's boob!

After dey left, Mom gibs me her yogurt container.  I cleans it out for her.  YUM!

Photo Dump 2

Mom lets my harem come to bisit me a lot!  Dats ok because we lub dese girls.

Miley, Phil, Olive

Olive-walive

I let Mom in mah crate to take dese photos.  Now she knows what it's like to be me.

Dis my pitiful, pwease feed me noms, face.

Twisty dog is twisty.

How you should be doing it...

I'm going to show you how retirement should look:

If you don't look like this, then you're not doing it right.  Unless you're doing this on a cushy couch then you're doing it extremely right, but Mommy and Daddy don't let me up there.  Something about Dad doesn't like being covered by dog hair??  Pffth.  Silly Dad doesn't realize that dog hair is an asset to his clothes.  You don't need accessories if you have enough dog hair!  Duhh!

Mommy and I went on a jog this morning.  I loooove being outside.  I especially love when the squirrels are out.  I like to try to chase them up my pee targets.  I know all their hiding spots.  I look out for them, which usually means I run into Mom while we're walking/jogging because I'm not paying attention to going straight. I mean, she knows that when I lean into her it means that I love her.. she should realize that's exactly what I'm doing!

This morning I almost had one.  Mom thought I was going to pee in some grass, but instead, there was a squirrel that needed chasing up a target.  I started to run at him... but I forgot I was on the leash!!  By this point, we were only walking because Mom had sprayed me down with the water hose and we were headed back home.  I ended up skidding a half circle around Mom and landed on my right thunder thigh.  I wasn't deterred, I stood right up and tried to get that squirrel again.  By this point, Mom realized I wasn't peeing, so she snapped her fingers at me and yelled, "PHIL!" and made me walk on.

I got it together, but I was on the best lookout the last 5 minutes of our walk.  Meaning... I walked all over Mom's feet and walked leaned into her and made her shorts all wet since I was wet.  I WIN!  I WIN!

In other news, Mom probably just figured out how I got that scar on my right thigh....  There was one race that I got tripped and I spun out.  I immediately got back up and finished the race (not in last!), but she thinks that where my fur-less scar is from.  I didn't get any scratches this morning.  Mom was glad.  She hates it when I look like she doesn't take care of me, because we know that's just not true.. but some people don't like to believe that.

Although.. she doesn't let me on the furniture... so... you know..  .... :)
I <3 my mommy!

Peer Pressure...

After much peer pressure, Mom went out and bought me a new bed.

My initials thoughts:

Excuse me, Mom...  You put a foreign object on top of my bed....

The first night Mom piled my dalmatian blankie on top of the new bed to even get me to stand on it.  She even laid on it to show me how it's done.  She's a pretty silly Mommy.  She wasn't able to get a picture of me that first night because every time she moved, I was up and ready for action.  I mostly laid off of it, but I heard her say if I didn't start appreciating it, she was going to return it!

Is this how this works?

 Earlier today she caught me like this:

Mom says I'm getting the hang of it.

Now if I just roached, I'm sure she'd never be mad at me again...

PS.  This is the biggest one she could find at PetCo and she found it on sale for $78!  The cover is removable for washing, which was very important to her.  Not that I get stinky, so I'm not sure why she was worried.

PPS.  I'm sure if times got rough and she couldn't sleep on her "cloud" (what Mom calls her bed), I could let her borrow mine.   I love her that much!

Mom's new super blindy toy

So usually, Mom has this little blindy-pointy-clicky thing she blinds me with.  She says she's taking my photo, but all I know is that there's sounds and light and its just best if I stay still when she gets it out and points it at me.

Well, Mom received a brand new SUPER blindy thing for her bigger blindy-pointy-clicky thing (she tells people she likes to take pictures, so she has a special machine thingy that does this for her, I guess).  She kept saying "new flash" and "test it"... and apparently I ended up being her subject.  I know I'm cute lady, but gosh.  I guess she heard, "why don't you take a picture, it lasts longer" a few too many times.

I was a good sport about it.  I was asleep at first and the blindy thing was sooo bright that it woke me from my nap!  But then I went to hide in my crate, but the crazy lady with her blindy-flashy-clicky-pointy-thingy followed me!  And she calls me a stalker!  Finally, she left me alone.  But when I followed her back to the living room, she got her silly blindy-flashy-clicky-pointy thing again!  She finally left me alone when I just kept laying on my bed.  She said I was boring.  Meh, lady.  Find your own entertainment.

But some samples with her new blindy-flashy thingy, of course of the best subject ever... me.

Sleepin.  What I do best.

AWAKE.  Mom is on the move.  Where is she going?  Must follow.

I fell back asleep.

YUUUUUMMMMMMM PB Kong!

Mom thinks its pretty cute when I lay like this.

Is it nap time yet?

Yes, Mom?

I wasn't being mean, she just happened to take a picture of my after yawn face.  Dad says it looks like I was going to bite off Mom's face.

Perky ears!

Lookin' this cute is pretty hard, but you can stop now, Mom.

If I'm maximus cutius will you go away?

Mom thought this face was hilarious.  A few seconds later I sneezed.

I love you, go away, please.

She really can't help how much she loves me.  Bless her heart.  (I picked that last line up when I was in NC.)

This is why I drool.

Mom loves it when I drool on her rug.  

It really is difficult to keep my tongue in my mouth after such a long nap day...

Weekend cuteness.

This is what retirement should look like:

Don't mind Mom's mess.  She was doing some house cleaning while I surrounded myself with all my favorite things...  All my squeaky toys!!!!

This is my guilty nose.  That is dryer lint stuck to my nose, which means I had been messing in the bathroom trash..  Mom HATES when I do that.

Mom wasn't sure how I was comfortable laying this way.  She shouldn't judge me.
PS.  I refuse to eat that huge rawhide bone.  Anyone want it?

I'm ferocious..  look at my teeth... while I sleep.

Mom thinks she's sneaky..  she loves when she can see my teeth and not have to smell my breath.

If your retirement doesn't look like this, you're doing it wrong.

Mom gave me a new toy!!!

YYYAAYYY!!!!

Anyone wanna take bets on how long it takes me to destroy it???

After about 5 minutes with my new toy it was nap time.