Thanksgiving!

I got extra special noms for Thanksgiving!

Miz Penney and Mister Bruce lubs me!

Mom, the only monster out here is me.

...but I'm not a monster.
..except for my breath.

Sometimes, I let others get close.

Mom often refers to me as a "space dog."  What she means by this is that I like to have my space.  I don't like it when other dogs get in my space, especially if they are new dogs.  Well, after a while, foster sister, Roofie/Ruthie, was no longer new. 

This happened:

Waiting in line for dinner.

Mom says she's caught a few more times where I actually let Roof-a-doofs touch me, but I try not to let it happen too often.

A summer walk I forgot to tell you about..

Me and Dad always hang out together on walks.

Foster sister, Ruthie, waiting on us.

We stopped to cool down in the lake!

It was tasty.

The way the sunlight was hitting made me even more handsome than normal.

Scenic views..

The Dudes walk together.

Foster Sister, Ruthie, has some silly ears.

Squirrel?!

He were come!

I'm tired Mom, cut me some slack!

Mom and Roofie.



Ruthie was on the lookout for any critters and Mom was on high alert to having her arm yanked out of socket, so she draped the leash over her shoulder.



FINALLY!  Waters!

Super tired puppies!!

She's in my bubble!

I refuse to acknowledge my foster sister being in my space.

I will NOT look at anyone until she moves.
This is maltreatment!

I need to be rescued from this horrible place!

More ETS!





Sometimes, I'm quite derpy.

My humans are addicted to me though, so I'm not worried.  Being this cute is pretty difficult though.

ETS!

Sometimes, it's just too much work to keep my tongue in my mouf.  Mom and Dad find this absolutely adorable and I've yet to figure out exactly why.  Mom even pokes my tongue and I don't even care...

It's really good I love these humans of mine.  They are crazy.

Phil gets sketti!

In case you were worried Phil is starving because he's so skinny...  proof that he does get fed.

NOMNOMNOM

Phil's new hedgehog..

I purchased a grunting hedgehog for Phil in 2012 when I went down to Orlando for a visit.  He LOVED it.  We still have it and he still plays with it, but the grunter is dead.  All the dogs actually love it, and he's now got a dangly leg and puncture wounds, but that doesn't stop them from having a blast with it.  

Because I like the sound of the grunters, I purchased another hedgehog for him..  This time from amazon so it was about 50% of the price I paid from the boutique store in Winter Park...  

For Phil, this is really a lot of excitement.