Phil vs the slippery floor!

Let me be honest.  The very first thing I bought for the new place before I even moved in was runners for the hallway.  I KNEW that Phil would have issues with the floor.  The rugs were actually the first thing moved in because they shipped straight to the new place.

And now you see why.

No matter what, I love my Phil-boy.

Phil's aversion to slippery floors....

Please excuse my crappy camera skills.  He was already started up the stairs when I ran to get my phone realizing this opportune video moment.

Sometimes, the Philbo is a strange, strange boy.

Doggy Porn

Miley doesn't struggle to make herself comfortable wherever she is.

Miley decided to lay between my legs while I was reading.
She didn't get the "no parking" memo.

I told her to move.
This is her idgaf face.

She did finally move to my left side...
and proceeded to use me for a roach-prop!

zzzzzzzzzzz.

But then I realized this girl was drooling on my sheets!

ETS ALERT!  ETS ALERT!
(ETS = escaped tongue syndrome)

Is it hard to believe she's my favorite dog to sit for?

Dog sitting!

Phil-alicious waiting on his "harem" to arrive!

Phil and Olive waiting to be let inside.

Miley-bug is a snuggler like no other.  She's not happy unless she's touching you.
ALL.OF.YOU.

Miley and Olive napping.

Olive has been taking sleeping lesson from Phil... apparently.

Happy Boy!

This boy is definitely Phil-tastic!

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.

How to know your Mommy is your biggest fan...

When her clothes all start to have something about greyhounds on them!

Look at her new shirt from her Reddit T-shirt Exchange!

She has one more too and I've seen her looking at new shirts...  I think she's an addict!

With her new shirt, she'll be special because she'll be the only one at meet and greets with a shirt like that!

Mom bought me presents!

My own Kong Wubba!

In case you weren't aware...

I'm quite a catch.

See:

Oh sorry, I found something squeaky.

I mustache you a question!

Mom doesn't care about pride.

Let me show you how she shames me (and her)....

Mom, me, and Donner

My snazzy spring tie with a unibrow.

I won't look at the camera because I'm so ashamed.

Aunt Courkie with my cousins Noodles (L) and Judge (R)

I picked this forever home????  What is wrong with me!  Save me, humans, save me from this crazy Mom!