Monthly Archives: July 2018

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

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