I LOVE the Weekend!

photoThat is right folks – there is nothing more relaxing than chilling with my home pack and getting the extra Scooby Snacks I so deserve.

There seems to be a peace about the parentals being home, food smells in the air and it being overcast.  Granted it is 70 plus degrees and there seems to be no winter.  I feel for all my relatives who live in the since I am NOT good in the cold.

I still get cold at night and have to be covered up a few times.  I sure do have them trained, but I overheard Mom saying if I wake her up one more time at 3 am I’m going to have to go to the crate – apparently she needs her sleep time more than me.

Nonetheless, the weekend has been pretty great.  Last week was the usual workweek and trying to get projects done.  I hung out at my program and even got a “shampoo & set” so I would be fresh.  Apparently my dog essence was a little bit much for the Frebreze-crazed father of mine.

Friday the parentals went to Beverly Hills to do some work stuff.  Can you believe they did not even get me one of those cute Sprinkles cupcakes I so love?  However, they did get me this cool green bone, which I love thrusting at Dad.  I did hear the next time they may take me to that fancy city.

Then on Saturday it was an outing at Frontrunners to get Dad some much-needed tennis shoes (not sure why since he does not even play tennis) and the Great Earth Vitamin Store.  Mom is always educating about healthy supplements and how they help with everything from nerves, to anxiety and hormones.  We try to be a healthy family, although I don’t think I’m the most compliant one in the family given all “extras” that end up in my mouth throughout the day.  I tend to sneak things and have a bit of what Mom would call “disordered eating.”   Maybe I should go to one of those conferences with her instead of having to stay home!!

Today there was what they call home “training time.”  What!  I thought it was the weekend!  Well Dad has this brilliant idea that I am to meet all of the dogs in the neighborhood.  Yep I still have that little problem with having a bark attack when dogs walk by.  His thought was that if I get to know my so-called “friends” that I will sense them and be calmer.   Who is he kidding?

I wanted to send out a Happy Birthday to Grandma Evie since it was a big birthday for her and maybe soon I will get to give her a big birthday hug and kiss.

Later People.

Week of Thanks!

photoGreetings and Salutations People!

I hope this finds each of you well and smiling.  I have been hard at work pulling my fair share of the weight here at Casa de Perry and I have been awarded handsomely.

First and foremost I want to thank all of you my adoring fan base.  This week my numbers were in from my blogs and I am pleased to announce that over 5,800 people read about me from all over the world.

There are too many to list but here are a few…China, Australia, Russia, Europe, Alaska, Fiji and on and on.  Personally I think it is great that I, the one and only PERRY has invaded the world.  To quote an 80’s icon, Madonna, “I want to rule the world.” It looks like I am on my way to doing it!

The best part of it all is that Auntie Mar-jor-ie sent me a care package full of most excellent treats from Zukes for my big 2 year old birthday and they are healthy and grain-free.  I am totally addicted and have to be careful because my counter surfing has increased.  I LOVE THEM!  Mom especially likes them because they are healthy and support optimal health and nutrition.  For all my canine fans out there you have to make your parentals get you some.

I did have to go to the vet this week and get some shots but it was OK and I was a good boy.  They were nice and I got some attention and treats, which are crucial to my existence.  I did misbehave some today and stole pens and glasses a few times (I limit my thieving to those 2 items in the house) and was sent to the crate.

Mom is hoping by my 3rd birthday I will learn to control my impulses to steal since I can’t seem to stop breaking the 8th commandment although I think I have the 9 other’s under control..except the one about coveting.  I’m not sure I could ever get that one under control.  So 8 out of 10 not bad, right?

OK people I need to get going since Dad is not watching and I smell those Zukes treat….


It’s all about Birthdays this month!

Yep that’s right folks my birthday was last week and Mom’s is coming up this week.  I have been on my bestest behavior because I heard my other grandparents were coming.  It’s a bummer deal they are not able to come down and meet me this week.  I guess I will have to wait, something I am not all that great about unless treats are involved.

Dad has been doing his usual old man chores around the house and of course I love to follow him with the occasional trouble causing I dphotoo so well.  This past week I found that if I really want his attention while he is on the phone the best method is to stand on the couch.

OK, so while I was resting my eyes taking a chill out from life I heard Dad’s phone ring.  I instantly knew game on…you see he just loathes it when I get up in his action.

First I started with the thrusting a toy into his hand while he is trying to take notes and converse on the phone.  After he brushed me off I knew I had to step up my game.  I stood proudly on the coach looking ever so keen in his direction.  I could see his face turn red but he could only motion for me to move.

That did not stop me as I decided to take the fancy show pillows and toss them off the couch.  His head was going to explode but he could not do anything if he moved closer I would start to bark which only made him become furious, I had the upper hand.  There was no way he was going to win this fight.  Oh no, then I heard him tell the person he had to go and hung up the phone.

“Punky what are you doing”?  I knew I was in trouble when the Punky name gets used.  There I stood trying to look innocent standing on the forbidden couch with show pillows tossed all around.  Next I heard the command “crate” which is my cue for a break from the world but this time I was pumping full of adrenaline and decided to up the odds of a continual fight…

I crawled under the bed, which is a huge NO-NO.  You see once I get under there, I cannot get out and it becomes a challenge because I am so big.

Dad thought he would teach me a lesson and leave me under there but then I turn into a trapped feral cat and panic trying to claw my way out.  Dad finally felt my pain and helped me out but it was an ordeal.  Mom caught us in the act and questioned what on earth were we doing.  Dad just told here, “Perry is looking for bedbugs”.  This made everyone laugh.

Later that night I heard Dad talk about some additional training.  Apparently he met a renowned trainer, David Reinecker,  of Dog Remedy, who is a dog behaviorist and is supposed to be the best.  I’m a bit puzzled why I would need a behaviorist but maybe a few of you can enlighten me.  After all, my behavior has gotten so much better – even I’m surprised at myself.  I’m not sure Dad would agree.

As for everything else Mom did another Motivational Interviewing Training at the Brentwood Presbyterian Church to help people with behavior change and communicating – maybe Mom and the dog behaviorist should do Motivational Interviewing trainings together and leave us dogs alone.

I think I hear the cheese drawer opening and that means SNACKS!   See ya later People.

It’s my Birthday Week…


Yep that’s right folks – it is my birthday on the 9th and I will be TWO years old.  I keep hearing people say that is the age when I will finally calm down.  Yeah right, not in my sort of breed as the 2 year mark is actually 3 or 4 years.

I love this fact because it just gives Dad even more angst then he already has.  However, I am still the perfect dog in the evenings, as I love to cozy up with people on my chair.

Also, I am getting better with giving myself timeouts when I do something really bad.   I figure I should give myself a head start so when I misbehave I just go to the crate myself to save time since I know I’ll end up there anyway.

My latest antics have to do with the fact that I am just a little over zealous with my protective instincts.  When other dogs and people come too close to the house, I have been known to bark and Dad calls it Cujo chaos.

Anyways, when it has been a high traffic day outside Casa de Perry I get on the parentals’ nerves a little too much.

For example, the other day I was doing my house monitoring and peeking through the blinds (I have to people since someone broke into the neighbors house when she was inside the house) and people with dogs were cruising on my side of the street.

I even have the outside people trained that when they get to our house they go across the street to continue their walks.  Yep, I have the power and apparently this is not a good trait to have.

Better yet, I am now starting to know the outside people’s schedule because I am nosy and king boss of the street.  Mom’s new nickname for me is Gladys Kravitz?  Who’s that?

So now when the peoples cross the street I give them the royal treatment of my bark fest.  Even though I know I am in trouble and run to my crate I just can’t help myself.  I figure I have to continue my warning of “get off my lawn.”

My friend Ciara laughs at me  – she said my bark is ferocious but then I’m sweet once you get inside the house – they say my bark is bigger than my bite but I’m not sure exactly what that means (?)

I hear we are going to have company soon.  I’m very excited since I finally get to meet my other grandparents who are coming next week.  I have already been warned to be on my best behavior since Grandpa Dopart might take me on a few walks and Grandma Dopart might bring me some treats! 

OK, back to sun myself outside, as the weather is especially warm today.  I hear it is brutal back east.   Please stay warm my Eastern fans and family.

Peace and don’t forget my birthday!