Telling the truth.

Hi, my name is Phil, I like to falsely lull my Mommy into believing that I am a good dog.

Mom is making me write this so I learn to tell the truth all the time.

This morning at 0630 on the only day this week that Mom hasn't actually had to get up early, I started whining, usually we sleep in till at least 0730-08.  I couldn't help it, I had to go out.  I don't usually tell Mom unless I have to go, so Mom understood and we got dressed in our coats and went outside in the 32°F so I could go business.

Mom was surprised at my urgency, but I drank a lot of water yesterday after our 2 mile jog, so she thought that maybe my last out for business last night wasn't enough.  Then, we went on to the woods (where I go #2) and instead of her having to talk me into going poopies, I made her jog to the place I'd been saving.  I was serious business, you guys.  Mom noticed that my poo was a little wonky, but sometimes that happens (like when I get in the garbage and eat butternut and acorn squash rinds... also yesterday, but in the morning!).  Mom thought it was just leftover squash poopies, haha.  Then on our way back, I started making that "I'm going to barf" sound and movement.  Mom was, again, concerned.  I lead Mom to the grass and started eating some.  Mom let me pretend to be a cow for about a minute, then she decided she was cold and we came back home.

As is our protocol, when we came in, Mom took off our coats and she sent me to my house.  YAY breakfast time!  I'm really good about going to my house when it's eating time.  I know that if I don't get in Mom's way, she will release me sooner.  Sometimes though, she tests me to see how long I'll last before I try to sneak to my bowl.  I'm not very sneaky though and she always catches me and makes me wait even longer!  Ugh!

Mom finally released me and since she went in the spare bedroom, I did too!  Then she told me that my bowl was in it's normal place.  Mom was confused why I'd go to the spare room first, but she had figured out that I'm being weird this morning, so she shrugged it off.

She had went into the spare room to grab my dog food bag because I was out of food in my food container.

Well, what Mom didn't know was that since she sometimes has trouble opening the bag, I helped her open it yesterday!  Wasn't that awesome of me?  She picked it up and the little hole that I'd made so I could have a snack so she could pour out my food ripped open and food spilled out on the floor.  You're welcome, Mom!

Mom yelled, "PHIL!" and I knew she was proud of me.  She came out to glare at me give me a look of appreciation.  I kept eating my breakfast.  When I tried to go see Mom after I'd finished to tell her thanks for feeding me (usually with a very gentlemanly belch), she wouldn't let me come in the room since there was dog food everywhere that she was trying to clean up.  At that point, I realized she was a wee bit mad at me. When I tried to go in the room she yelled, "OUT!" at me.  I went to my house because I'm safe there from Mad Mommy.

When Mom finally finished cleaning up the mess and refilling my food container, she came out and told me that when I have too much extra snacks, that's what makes my belly hurt and my poopies wonky.  She also understood why I'd ran into the spare room for breakfast instead of to my bowl.

My name is Phil and I lull my Mom into believing that I'm a good dog.

PS.  I know it's been over a month since I've posted, but Mom has been hogging the computer!  I have lots of stuff to tell you about though!  My friend, Kody, came to visit AND Mom and I went on vacation!!!

Home Alone... part 2

Our days usually goes like this:

Mom's alarm goes off.
Mom's alarm goes off, again.
Mom gets up.
Mom trips over me while she gets dressed.
Mom goes business.
Mom takes me out on a 1/2 mile run/walk (depending on her mood/motivation).
We come back home.
Mom sends me to my house.
Mom makes my breakfast.
Mom gets ready for work while I show her how small I can be when I lay on the bathroom rug.
Mom sends me to my house and gives me my kong with frozen PB in it.
Mom turns on the radio and she is gone for a while.
Mom comes home.
Mom takes me out and begs me to go business.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.  Gotta keep her guessin.
We come back home.
Mom has lunch while I lounge around the apartment.
Mom sends me to my house and gives me my kong with frozen PB in it.
Mom makes sure the radio is still on and leaves for a while.
Mom comes home.
Mom changes her clothes.
Mom tells me its time for a w-a-l-k.
We go on a walk/run, I'm pretty lazy and sometimes this lady's motivation level is just to much for me.  Especially when I just want to mark all the bushes and chase the stinky squirrels.
We come home.
Mom feeds me dinner.
Mom feeds Mom dinner.
We are lazy for the rest of the evening.
We go to bed.  Mom says that I get to pick where I sleep.  If I am in my crate when its her bedtime, she just shuts the door and leaves me in my crate, but if I'm in my bed in her bedroom, then she just shuts the door to the bedroom and we have a slumber party (except with me on the floor).

Sometimes before dinner time there are variations in the plan of the day (potd).  Sometimes Mom will go out and come back.  She used to always make me go to my house, but more and more she's been letting me chill uncrated while she's away.  I think she's starting to think I'm trustworthy.

I proved her wrong yesterday!  hahahah!

While she was out, I chewed on the window cover-ers, I put teeth marks in a few and one I broke in half completely!

Then later, Mom was eating an apple.  The miraculously, a piece fell from the sky at me.  It was deeeelicious!  (Mom says a piece fell on the floor and she tossed it at me, but whatever).  Later, Mom went to change her clothes and I found a whole bunch of that delicious apple sitting on the table.  I chomped that sucker down, it was soooo good!  Mom came back into the living room to hear me crunching on something and she realized that I'd gotten apple crumblies all over her rug!

Apparently, Mom was leaving a few minutes after that, but she definitely put me in my house for that trip!  Maybe, eventually, I'll be able to stay out of my crate, unsupervised again...  But chewing the blinds probably won't get me there very fast!

NOMNOMNOM... PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!!!!