I Went for a Mani/Pedi

IMG-20140222-00035Things are a changing in our household and I’m not sure it is for the better.  Dad started his final semester in photography school and that means lots of time shooting this funny looking metal thing and MUCH less time with me.  He has to take pictures of HUMANS instead of CANINES and that is something I’m just not happy about – remember it’s all about ME!  We’ll see just how long he gets away with that.

Since he was at school all day yesterday, Mom was on what we call “Perry Patrol.”  Yes – Mom and I have to hang out every Saturday together from now till June.  I think she is a bit nervous since I can be a bit much (not sure why that is???)

It was time for her to go for her manicure and I heard her contemplating whether to bring me.  She got the “behave” collar on me and then gave me a lecture about behaving and said if I did not mind I would not go again…so I decided to behave.

Mom and I went off together for a mani/pedi and I finally got to meet Amber.  I had met her when I was a puppy but that was SOOO long ago since I’m a big boy now.  I was on my bestest behavior and sniffed around the salon but finally laid down and did some “waits” for snacks and even surprised myself.

photoI must have passed the behavior test since I was invited back which made me very happy.  There were lots of nice ladies, including Amber and her friend Nora, who gave me the loves and pets I so relish!!  Maybe next time Amber will consider giving ME a pedicure since my nails are getting a bit long and hopefully some of that color stuff I saw – I wanted to play with all those fun little bottles but remember I had to behave so I could come back.

Later Auntie Robin came over and you know how I’m crazy for blonds and her and Mom worked on that Motivational Interviewing stuff.  Dad came home from school and was looking at Pinterest?  I think he’s really lost it this time.

I heard we are having much-needed rain Friday so I’m sure Dad will be on my case for bringing mud in the house – I’ll report back next week.

Later people!

I Am a Meatball Thief

photo-2As the rest of the country is experiencing crazy weather of the likes of snow, rain and ice, we seem to be having summer time.  I do wonder what this thing is that I have been hearing about called snow.  I have seen some pictures and it looks fun. Maybe one day the parentals will take me to play in it, if I’m good which was not the case this weekend.

Mom had a Motivational Interviewing training for the dietetic interns from Pepperdine University.  I did get to go to the office and help set up.  It was fun because as Dad would set out the pens of course I had to steal them.

I have been a little thief as of late and have had more than a few time outs.  Mom went on an appointment and of course I needed to keep Dad on his toes so I thought I would get his attention by stealing my treats off the desk.  Dad had a little bit of a melt down but I could tell he was not too upset as he was laughing at me. I am just so darn cute and irresistible it is hard for them to stay mad at me.

Then as usual I got into much more trouble.  I thought I could push my luck a little further and well…it backfired.  Dad was making meatballs and I was minding my p’s and q’s in the kitchen perfectly.

photoThen he received a phone call and got side tracked, and my golden opportunity came. I just could not resist the big bowl of warm, delicious smelling meatballs.  The next thing I know is the voice of thunder and it was not a cheerful one.

However, I did not give myself a timeout quite yet-I ran outside. I knew I was going to be having a long timeout and wanted to make sure I was not scared of the dark so I brought in a yard light. This only made Dad turn into Daddy Dearest.  I do love to get his goat.

So this week’s Italian dinner got cut short a night due to my love of meatballs,  which might be my last ever so I had to enjoy them while I could!

I’m Not The Only One who Needs Training

IMG-20140208-00027It has been a fun week.  As usual I have had my fair share of trouble making, which I freely admit keeps the parental units young and fresh.

As with all of my working instincts I feel it is my job to protect the house—Casa de Perry.  That said, I have been on a full fledge patrolling and barking especially when I see other dogs outside on leashes.

Dad’s thought of introducing me to the neighborhood dogs did not really work out.  I am fine when I see everyone outside, but when I am contained inside it does not bode well with me and I become pyscho Weimaraner!  You can see my Gladys Kravitz picture peering out patrolling whatever comes by!

On a good note, Mom had a Motivational Interviewing speaking training on Friday at the Sportsman’s Lodge– seems like she does a lot of that.  Her and Dad went to Studio City to share about MI with the people from VFED, Valley Federation of Eating Disorder Professionals.

VFED is a program for professionals who help those with eating disorders.  Mom was there to help encourage them to do something she calls reflective listening.  I’m not really sure what that is – I just know my name and picture were mentioned and that is all that is important since it’s all about ME!

I did hear it was a big day with lots of organizations such as Rosewood Ranch, Monarch Cove, Center for Discovery, CRC Health Group and A New Journey. I wish I was there to meet all of those cool folks but apparently I need to get my manners in check, as Dad would say.

They even had healthy eats which I MISSED out on.  AND Auntie Chris was there – which I was even more bummed not seeing her but maybe she’ll make a special trip to see me soon.  You may not know this but I prefer blonds and besides her hair color, Chris is an amazing therapist so maybe I’ll get some mind training after all.

Until next week people!

My First Dinner Party

photoI am writing this with “I’m in the doghouse look on my face.” I will share with you what happened and do some explaining.

I knew things were heating up in the kitchen when Dad started on Thursday working with lots of pots and pans – you know we have a lot of those sorts of things around our house. The aroma was so wonderful and I sat patiently waiting for the occasional treat. This continued onto Friday and I knew something was up as Mom was also involved.

Saturday morning rolled around and I knew I needed to lay low as the table was set with fancy stuff and I heard that all of the hoopla was about a dinner party.

Oh no, were the parentals going to ship me out for the night? It would be a bummer if I could not patrol for the morsels, which might be accidentally dropped by the guest and filling up my perpetual hunger.

I “assisted” in the kitchen while Dad did his thing cooking and tasting.  He was cool even letting me have a treat here and there with not much training – I was in heaven!

Mom went to the Farmers Market at Virginia Park as usual but this time she came back with a GIANT box of large, organic strawberries.

Even I know you should eat organic strawberries as nonorganic strawberries have thin skins and are full of pesticides. For sure that is one fruit that is very important to eat organically.

OK, so the next thing that happened was apparently the start of a slippery slope of trouble.  Mom went to a business meeting, which just left Dad and I to our own devices.

Of course I was a barking storm because the neighbors just got a new dog and it was in my driveway.  So I am going to blame that dog Henry for my behavior.  Anyhow I was in a rage barking and Dad was trying to cook.  The guests were coming and it was crazy with the new canine in my territory.

I finally calmed down and was watching Dad wash 24 of the most beautiful strawberries.  They are my favorite and I usually get the stems but these huge berries grabbed my attention.  Dad was meticulously making them perfect because Mom was going to dip them in dark chocolate for the guests.  I heard her say they are high in phytochemicals whatever those are.  Of course Henry was back outside and I was not pleased, Dad went to the back of the house to get something and yep you guessed it:  I ate all 24 organic strawberries in a quick moment.  All the while Dad was praising me because I was no longer barking. “Good boy, Perry for not barking.” Little did he know I was chowing down…

When I saw his face I realized I better give myself a time out and headed for my crate.   When Mom got home I heard the Dad say, “You need to deal with your dog.”  I was in trouble and thought for sure I was not going to be part of the party.

I lucked out because I got to experience my first dinner party with people.

Of course the parentals had me on the “short leash” but I was still trying to be good.  Everyone loved me and said how beautiful and wonderful I was.  I tried to avoid Dad because if I was on his side of the table he would make me lie down.  Nonetheless, I was glad I had not been banished to my crate.

Finally, I just couldn’t contain myself when they brought out the cheese.  You know I have a little bit of a drooling problem. Well as everyone was talking about the cheeses I planted my drooling head right down on the table.  Apparently I looked like, The Walking Dead, a zombie of sorts and this made Dad shout crate.  I knew I had pushed my limits.

Fortunately I have forgiving parents and they let me out to say goodbye to our dinner guests.  I even put my paw out to shake when they left without anyone asking.

I did feel a little bad for my unruly behavior.  As Mom and Dad were washing up I thought I would pay Dad back for embarrassing me.  Gosh parents just seem to not realize that their actions can cause us kids to be embarrassed…so I completely dismantled the chair by moving the cushions around, laid down and said my peace.

Lots of love and healthy eats to you all!