The tale of two dogs: Milo & Otis' summer vacation so far...

'Sup peeps? As Moms mentioned, here are some pics of mine and Otis' summer so far. As you can gather, it involves a whole lot of NOTHING. Mostly laying around and playing outside, which is just the way we like it. So sit back and relax, and enjoy the awesomeness that is me (oh, and Otis):

Hang tough folks,

Milo

Happy Father's Day Pops!!

Otis and I just wanted to give you props for all the things you do for us, like walks, treats, and getting up with us at 4am to let us outside. Not that you don't have any choice, but we do appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go lay outside and work on my tan.

From your #1, Milo

Hi Daddy, I just wanted to add to what Milo said and say thank you for not sending me back to the shelter like you wanted to while I was getting used to having people who love me. I'm sorry for all the things I chewed up or destroyed...if I could replace them I would! But thank you for everything too.

Love, (the baby) Otis

It's hard out here for a pimp(s)...

So while Mom and Pops busted their asses getting stuff done this weekend (that's in another post), here's what Otis and I did while they were busy. Hint: it didn't involve helping them.

Here's Otis laying out in the backyard chomping on his treat:



Hey, it's hard being a big brother:



One of the most important this I taught Otis:



Otis says thanks for my new chair Uncle Brian!!!



Later fools.
Milo

It's the end of (Milo's) world as I know it...

*Deep, heavy sigh* I never thought Mom and Dad would do this to me, but apparently I wasn't enough for them so they went out and got me a brother (shakes head). His name is Otis and here's a pic of him:



He looks a lot like me, right? Well, except for the colors. They got him from the Cleveland APL yesterday, so he and I spent time trying to get used to each other. Even though he's a little smaller than me (39 lbs to my 45), he's pretty feisty and doesn't like to take my bullying. He's already slapped me in the face!! He also doesn't like to share and has snapped at me a couple of times when I took a toy he wanted (but Moms put him in his place. Hee hee.). But for the most part we're getting along OK...he seems to want to do everything I do, just like a little brother!! Follow me around the house, go outside when I do, sleep on my couch. Yes, SLEEP ON MY COUCH!!! But I figure I'll be nice and let him get used to everything since he came from a shelter and all and probably doesn't even know what a couch is, much less all the destructive things you can do to one. Good times...

Anyhoo, it seems to be going OK so far. I feel sorta bad for him since he came from a shelter in Indiana and he's only a little over a year old, so I'll cut him some slack. Mom and Dad keep saying that this'll be good for when there's a baby and then I won't feel neglected. Wha???? At least there's no baby on the way yet or I'd really be out of sorts. Here's some pics of my brother and me below, and for the record: I don't know if he'll be posting anything here. Mom said it depends, and that since I do such a good job she may just leave it up to me. We'll see...

Here I got him in trouble by getting him to jump on Mom and Dad's bed. Hee hee!



Hey buddy, don't start getting too comfortable on my couch...



Aw hell no! That's MY couch by the window!



You son of a %^$#!!!



Fine. I'll share.



I will slice you in your sleep.