I’ve Graduated to a Shirt

I still have my licking problem with my incisions so now I’ve graduated to a shirt.  It’s not my friend since it’s TOO hot. What is this with the parentals trying to dress me up like a cabbage-patch doll?  However, one thing happened that was quite exciting and worth reporting. It was becoming dusk outside and Mom and Dad were talking about something and I saw noticed an unusual movement that captured my eye in the thick brush in MY backyard. Before they knew it I nearly knocked Mom over and dove deep into the bush, and captured whatever it was and NOW it was in my mouth.

I was a bit unsure what it was and tried to show the parentals my achievement. All I got from Mom was “crate, crate” and Dad saying “No, NOT in the house.”  I panicked and got mixed parenting signals so I dropped my trophy and ran into the house into my crate. I heard them later saying it was a possum and apparently it was playing dead, which they do, and then escaped since it was magically gone the next time I went outside. I think that was enough excitement for the week for everyone.

Life in the Dopart-Batchelor household has been nonstop with trainings, and projects but we wish you all well in the first half of the year and hope you are staying cool and safe.  The weather has been a bit more temperate thank goodness since our 100 year old house has NO AC.  Please still bring ice-cubes if you come – just sneak them to me so I don’t get in trouble.

Love Perry

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I Had a Broken Tooth

My fragile tooth finally gave way and got infected from my brick chewing days.  Apparently I have CCD, also known as Canine Compulsive Disorder. In humans it’s known as OCD.  I don’t chase my tail like little dogs do but I do chew bricks and lick my skin which leads to things that are not good for me.  However, the licking sound makes Dad CRAZY so I am one up on that.

The day finally arrived to have my tooth fixed. I knew I was having dental surgery but I did NOT know I was having both of my armpits operated on since I had some growths that were getting bigger.  I realized all this when I woke up and had the cone of shame on again. I had a lot of bleeding the first day and I kept bumping into the walls with this piece of plastic they put around my head. I wasn’t feeling very good, even to the point that Dad slept with me on the floor.  I had to be hydrated with a syringe that was apparently left over from George days – a cat that I could have done some damage to if I had the chance.

There were complications with my stitches and I had to wear these appliances for a LONG TIME! I’ve been irritated and it’s been super hot in LA and that has made everyone in the Dopart-Batchelor household on edge – please bring ice cubes if you decide to visit.  Oops – I forgot I’m not allowed to have ice cubes because of my fragile teeth – it’s no fun getting older!

Love Perry

I’m SIX Years OLD!

I’m SIX: I’m finally at the “supposed to be” calming stage that most dogs hit at two but somehow it just hasn’t quite happened yet. I LOVE to exercise and get in my walks and still have lots of energy to spare. I’m way more energetic than the parentals but that’s not saying much since they are both almost a 1/2 a decade old.

My birthday was coming and I was feeling a little down and all of a sudden I smelt something or should I say I HEARD something and then I knew “the Tutu” was coming.  For most of you that don’t know this girl she is sort of this bossy gal who makes a lot of noise and steals my toys. I do secretly kind of like her, but I heard her coming and braced myself for the unexpected.  She came bearing birthday gifts from Beverly Hills so I must have done something right. These cookies were SO fancy that Dad even tried to eat one.  But we had to make sure that these fancy show cookies from Pussy Pooch were gluten-free as I am SENSITIVE and had a bad reaction in the past. But Tutu’s Mom made sure they were okay – she hooked me up with some birthday fun so I’m feeling better now.

Once we got the okay I was able to have a pre-birthday cookie in sheer SIX year old fashion – I chose the pretty blue star and here I am anticipating the deliciousness I am about to experience in my mouth. Life has been good in the Dopart-Batchelor house and I’ve missed all of you. As usual lots going on with books, trainings and work but I’m just glad to be a part of it all.

Happy New Year to all of you in 2018!

Love,

Perry

P.S. – I almost forgot my weather report. After only .12 inches of rain all year we are about to get a deluge of 2 inches so hopefully my back yard will start to turn from brown to green!

I’ve Regressed in my Older Years

IMG_6120I know things are happening in the Punky Household – lots of changes with websites, new books, Mom’s training and everyone seems to be going in multiple directions.

All I know is I want my FOOD 24/7 and if I’m not fed on time I get cranky and annoying to the parentals.  After all, I am 40 in human years so it just makes sense that I would want my food on time. Unfortunately, they are on to me and know I try to corral them around breakfast and dinner time.  I usually start my plan of attack 45 minutes ahead, and herd Dad in the direction of the kitchen.

When that does not work I will find something to bark at in my “outside voice” inside and if THAT does not work, I know the mail man comes 5 minutes before dinner. I will rush to grab the mail and bite off a part of the envelope to really get Dad’s attention. It sometimes becomes a game for who can get to the slot first. Usually I prevail since I have 4 legs and can get there quicker than the middle-aged man.

Since nectarines are in season Dad has been eating them and he last week he slyly put part of one on the back of the counter with a pit. I showed him and ate the whole thing, pit and all. He was nervous that he was going to have to pay for an expensive surgery but thank goodness, I was able to get throw it up in the middle of the night – I guess I was not aware something like that could happen.  It’s just a little old pit, right?

I think that is all that is new.  I am sorry I’ve been MIA but it was REALLY hot in Casa de Perry – about 95 to be exact and we have no cool air in this Casa and it tired me out a bit. I even had to lay my head on the coffee table here as you see. Thank goodness Fall is almost here. The Weather Weimaraner wants to move to cooler weather but for now Santa Monica is my home.

Love

Perry

No Road Trip for Me

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Sorry I’ve been MIA – the parents have been busy so here’s the news:

Dad decided to venture way up north to his old stomping grounds for his 30th school class reunion and sent me off to the country. Maybe he needed a break from me, but doesn’t he realize I never need a break from him? I live for ruling this house and when he sends me away I don’t get to get under the Parentals’ skin.

Not to worry my dear ones…when I got back I gave them an extra doses of love, hugs, and annoyance. For example, this morning when I took Mom on a walk I decided I needed to share with the neighborhood by marking every few feet. I took advantage of the lush grass and I was like a dog in the candy store with green lawns. Finally, Mom got upset with me and told me the walk was not a bathroom buffet and took back control of “my” walk.

AND Mom’s new book came out 101 Ways to Control your Diabetes.  Of course I am featured in the book as I always remember to walk and eat healthfully but I guess the humans need something to remind them.

I have been pretty docile lately because it has been super-hot and all I want to do is lounge trying to find the coolest place in Casa de Perry which is a difficult thing to do right now. I do muster up the strength to bark at the annoying neighbor dog who still continues to push my buttons.

I would like to report how good I was while getting my Mani/Pedi after my return from the country. I have been trying out this new place which comes to me – hence avoiding the LA traffic. You know how I love being pampered. Detail Dog is a great service and you should give them a try.  See how good I was when Phoebe was clipping my nails.  I smelled fresh and clean after it was all said and done so I’m all ready for any summer guests!

OK, off to sit by my swamp cooler as it’s the usual 85 degrees in our house today!  I figured you had missed the Weather Weimaraner report.

Peace,

Perry

I’m Still Good for SOMETHING…

IMG_5705Mom had to do something called a WEBINAR for those trying to learn that language she teaches called Motivational Interviewing.  I’m not sure how this is helpful since all I saw her doing was talking to a computer.  Even I can do that without too much effort but if that’s the way people learn I guess it’s a good thing.

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Apparently the organizers of the webinar did not want her to use some of her pictures so I had to step in and make it right.  In motivational interviewing you are supposed to be dancing with your clients versus a tug of war.  Since I frequently dance with Dad that’s a no brainer and I have been known to have a tug of war with him now and then.

We all know dancing is so much easier than fighting but sometimes people forget that concept and resort to trying to tell people what to do.  So if you truly want to learn how to help people this is the language to learn.  Unfortunately it does not seem to work on canines but I’m happy to help out where I can.

Cheers!

Perry

Paper Trail

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I know it has been ages since I have reached out to you all. I have to admit I’ve been more than busy keeping the parentals on their toes. They have been downsizing and going through everything, including my toys. Apparently our house is not in “carry on” shape.

Last week I watched Dad spend 10 hours shredding paper. Mom has been going through files and closets and I have not been receiving the special attentions and affections I so need. This lack of attention has frustrated me so every chance I get I find her shoes and take them outside. Of course my excuse is I want to be close to her.  She hasn’t been so happy searching for her shoes in the mornings.

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It is also tax season and that makes it even more stressful. My house has become a flux of paper. Look, they have even taken over MY chair and have resorted to using ME as a shelf.

OK, just wanted to pop into all of your lives for a second and let you know I’m still alive and well.  However, if you want some Perry love please feel free to drop by but leave your papers at home since we have enough here to last a while.

Love,

Perry