not cool!!

i know all the glories of freedom~~ hey, i love a full run just as much as the next guy. but the celebrating explosion-style...not cool!!!last night mom & dad took my boat (yes, *my* boat...i just let them think it's theirs) to the fireworks. i didn't even want to go, not for all the ride time in the bow, no way, no how!today, well...it only gets worse. would you believe the neighbors & our town all do their fireworks tonight?!? oh, woe is me! i'll meet you in the bathtub!...

the dog days of summer...

...demonstrated by a professional!...

how do you spell relief???

did you hear what happened?huh, huh?...didya??mom tricked us again! there L. & i were just minding our own dog businesswhen suddenly out comes a suitcase! now i may be a dog, but i am not dense...when the suitcase is out, that means travel is on the horizon. what kind of travel, you ask...well, in our house there are 2 basic kinds~~ the kind that includes dogs & the kind that does not.

includes dogs = good.

doesn't include dogs = not so good.

now if the travel does not include dogs, then we have another breakdown...ya follow??

doesn't include dogs but grandparents are dog sitting = good...actually quite excellent as far as access to people food goes.

doesn't include dogs & dogs go to the *kennel*...folks, this is omg bad! uber bad! so much so that i lose my biscuit focus bad.

usually in the days preceding travel, L. & i get a whiff of which type of travel it is.if the car is completely loaded & L. & i are the last to get in...that means travel including dogs.

if the grandparents show up before the car is packed...that means dog sitting in our cushy digs time.

if one or both of us goes to the vet to get a shot...that means kennel time.

this time was a no-brainer, or so we thought. the same day as the appearance of the suitcases, the grandparents arrived. no trips to the vet ensued. suitcases were packed. suitcases were carried outside. so far, so good. but when we were called to the car...no suitcases! no traveling people! just L. & i with mom & Little Man.uh oh. it was kennel time!drat. (apparently the suitcases were in the other vehicle.) so off we went...for 12 days. at the kennel. while our peeps were visiting other peeps i can only dream about in places that i will never see.

(insert pity party here.)

but they did come home...& after a nice bath, exhaustive chasing of the football, extra biscuits, & the nap-mode on our super-awesome doggy bed L. & i are back in the dog days of summer groove!

apologies...

this is phil & L.'s mom here...(shhhhhh, don't tell!) with a quick blog-takeover to apologize for the new level of comment moderation here at dog blog. apparently several businesses were attempting to use our comments as advertisement...something i absolutely refuse to do whether or not i use the product (& incidently, for the recent commentor's product, i don't). & now back to the regularly scheduled antics of hound patrol...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

welcome to the official start of the dog days of summer, sponsored by L. & her high end dog bed!today, memorial day, we are featuring L. in her perfected napping posture...a pose that requires a solid ten minutes of dog bed rooting, scratching, nose-jabbing, & turning to achieve that just-right fluff-n-bump for that all important elevated head rest.

for those days when the standard dog bed cushiness just won't do, we also feature L. in the overhanging, ear-flopping, oops-i-can't-find-my eye patch position. to achieve this neck-bending, need-a-chiropractor look, simply slid gracefully off the aforementioned fluff until the ear covers the eyes with a come-hither-nap look.

up next...phil as a boat ornament...his summer position of choice!

dog vs...

...an empty appliance box! yes folks, this is what happens when boyworld is left in charge. i distinctly recall mom yelling over her shoulder as she left the house to venture to that mysterious location that yields our favorite dog food & biscuits, "boys, collapse & recycle that box!"

uh huh.

if i would have been a bit more alert (read: not in my biscuit-induced coma on the dog bed) i would have ran for the master bedroom & hid under the bed. should anyone who lives in boyworld be trusted with a biscuit in one hand, the camera in the other & a very, very large box looming in the background?

i think not.

apparently L. was not on her game either because they corralled her right alongside lil' ol' me. they dropped some biscuits on the floor & - here is the very unfair part - while we were sidetracked with culinary craziness, someone dropped the box.

on top of us.it was dark.they were laughing.mom?? it seemed like forever until she put the key in the front door...& when she opened it, imagine her surprise! instead of a hearty hound patrol greeting with fur & tongue & paws, she saw a giant appliance box charging down the hallway! once over the surprise of that, did she rescue us? yes, but only after a bout of hysterical laughter! once free, L. made a bee-line for her very best hiding spot& i hid behind mom's legs for the balance of the evening, turning grocery put-away into an olympic sport. & boyworld...well, they had to collapse & recycle the box after all.

dogs - 2

box - destroyed

boyworld - in the doghouse!!

hound patrol resumes...

...oh yes it did~~ sniff.

you see, with mom away there was no such thing as 'hound patrol'. it was more like an ongoing episode of hounds gone wild.

the grandparents, along with maggie & kolbewere sent in as reinforcements, but... let's just say L. & i have a way with them ;-)

instead of that dratted so-called healthy dog food, we luxuriated on bellies full of people food. there were hand pats of welcome to join the peeps on couches~~ sweet!treats were freely dispensed all. day. long!!! no one, i mean no one, made us do stupid animal tricks...no biscuits on the nose, no eggs on the head, no begging, no catching.

ahhhh...the good ol' days!

now that mom is home (& recovered fully from her jet lag~~ i like that time too), we are back to regular programming. did ya miss us???!?

on vacation!

mom is gone!! she took dad on a jaunt somewhere beyond my leash-reach. boy, yesterday it was hard to see them go.out the door went consistent biscuit access. but on the upside...i am fairly certain that i can sneak up on the couch now without repercussions!(don't tell mom!) dog blog will be on break until mom returns with her camera...ciao for now...lots of love~~phil & L.!

springing into action!

how does a dog like me know that spring has sprung?? one of my most reliable signs is when dad cranks the boat motor...one turn of the key & i fly out the dock like a lit rocket!once aboard, i am in my favorite perch...the bow with the wind in my ears!!ahoy maties!

where is L. on days like this...oh, people, she does not leave the dog bed over this kind of action...

pug-nacious!!!

introducing Polly, Ollie & Zoe!

hey, mom! look...they're allowed on the bed. see, i told you everybody's doing it. why can't i??

whoa...ma.....noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! please don't take the keyboard awayyyyyyyyyyy...