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 do 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.