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A Rocky Start to my Vacation

photo-2Lately things have been very hectic around this house (what else is new?) My life has been slowly disrupted over this last week.  First Dad gets out the parental’s suitcases and then he started getting my stuff together.  I do not like having my bedding, toys and blankets messed with PEOPLE.  And he just does it so sneaky, which makes me even crazier!

Anyway this morning I was a bit on edge.  I just stuck to Dad like Velcro and there was nothing he could do where I was not following him around like a tail (anymore than I usually do.)  We finally finished loading up the car and we were ready to go but I was not exactly sure where (???)

The long drive in the car with all of my stuff made me a little cramped.  It was not too much of a problem since I just laid all over the front seat and when things got boring I stretched my legs out into the not so happy Dad’s lap.

photoI was getting a little antsy when we turned off the freeway in Santa Barbara.  What!  I think I saw Grandma and Grandpa’s B’s truck and that got me really excited.  Forget Dad! I was going to the country to hang out with all the fresh smells and friends.

We pulled up and Dad was trying to get me to work on my car etiquette.  I was not having any of that.  What was he thinking…training at a fun time like this – NO WAY!

As Grandpa was loading up the truck with my stuff Dad was trying to help.  Grandma thought it would be best to help take care of me.  Well I was so excited to be with her I forgot my own strength and ran off.  I was a “bad Punky” as Dad says because I pulled Grandma down to the ground and she got a hurtie.

I really felt horrible but I was just so excited.  Needless to say we finished up and I left with the Grand-units so I must not be in too much trouble.  We did stop for gas in Nipomo and I had some young fans want to come up and give me the attentions and affections I deserve.

We finally got home to SLO where I just love the yard, air and being spoiled rotten.  Hopefully the parental units have a good conference because I need a break from them.  I’ll be away for 2 weeks so not sure about updates.

Catch you later since I’ll be hanging out in the fresh air away from LA!

It Was Perry Week

IMG_6380-001It was MY Week!

So we started off the week with my head shots or should I say my body shots since the whole of me was in the pictures.  I know Dad was worried but I’m not sure why…we all know he’s a worry well so I guess that’s it.  Mom stayed for the pictures to help Dad and Uncle Andrew but what the fuss was I’m not sure since I did just fine.  They had all their shots in a matter of minutes.  I know how to look great so when I want to!  See how regal and serious I am and not EVEN touching one of the cookies being the show dog that I am.

Two days later brought more excitement…the Batchelor Grandparents came for a quick visit before they left for the airport to go see my Aunt Wendy and the boys in Atlanta.  I love when they are here as I get to be a little more spoiled then usual.

I did get into a little bit of trouble, as I continually wanted to get into their bedroom in the middle of the night.  It made Dad crazy but then again what does not make him crazy?

Of course my squeak friend the squirrel remains my nemesis and is always taunting me to chase him.  I do lay in wait as I watch him come up to the side windows on the fence and scream at me to come outside.  Mom can’t believe he does this every day.  Lately the PITA has been bold by playing on the back step while I am going postal on the other side of the glass.

As for the rest of the family Mom spoke again for LA Care this week and Dad is organizing some people and I am being “perfect” as usual.  I even helped Mom perfect the Lemon Bars last night for the new cookie book.  Remember I have my own dog cookie and a few of them are unfortunately hidden in the refrigerator.

OK, I need to do backyard patrol to prevent PITA squirrel from trying to take it over.

I’m Laboring on Labor Day with my Cookie Debut

photo-1I can hardly keep my eyes open people!

We all know how much I love consistency and when my schedule gets disrupted I become a little…let’s just say…crazy.

OK, let me do some explaining.

The parentals have been working hard trying out different recipes and creations for a potential future cookbook.  I love this since we have all been in the kitchen working on the Gluten-Free cookies for the new E-book.

It is now apparent that the parent’s work too much because they are always working on projects, and yesterday did NOT include me!

Apparently it was a big cooking day and I was excited because I would be able to be co- captain in the kitchen.  Low and behold I did not have that opportunity since I was sent to my club The Wags Club for a sleepover.  What????!!!

photoI had a rough night, and was up and down and could not settle down since I was not in my own bed.  I was lonely and sad and when Dad came to pick me up this morning and I could not get out of there fast enough.  What was he not thinking?  Leaving me out of all the fun!

All right – I will get to the point.  I have been resting all afternoon and I hear Dad is concerned, as I have to be ready for pictures tomorrow morning.  Mom did make my doggie cookies today and Dad and Uncle Andrew are shooting my picture with my cookie tomorrow – it should be a fun festive day!

That said people I need to get my beauty rest because I want to be ready for my close ups tomorrow.  I guess I will be in fact laboring on Labor Day!

Summer Solstice and Chasing my tail…

photoI have been getting in a little trouble lately.  You see there is this young squirrel and birds in the back yard that taunt me and make me crazy.  The squirrel runs back and forth on the fence, jumping from tree to tree and it makes me a barking mess.

Then those baby birds dive bomb me and really get me going.  So you know I have been really learning the word CRATE.  A dog has to protect the house, but I guess I make too much noise doing it.  I make such a racket that people are avoiding walking in the front of our yard to prevent my protective meltdowns.  Only if they knew my real self  – that I am a huge teddy bear and if someone actually came in the house I would lick their face.

As with all our weeks things just keep getting busier.  I always know things are crazy when I spend more time at my new favorite hangout The Wags.  It is a pretty cool place but we are outside and it does get more than hot.

Mom has been preparing for all of her speaking things.  She is conducting 5 Motivational Speaking trainings over the next 2 months.  Wow!  We are getting the office ready for 2 this week and the other 3 are for the government.   Maybe one day I can go to the White House.

Dad has been working pretty often with his clients in Hollywood.  Even though he was busy shopping in Beverly Hills for one of his clients, he stopped at Sprinkles and got me my very own doggie cupcake.  Can you believe how small it was? I was in heaven since it was so delicious!  Mom said I should have eaten it more mindfully since it was rather expensive but I told her it was only half a bite for me so why bother?

My foot owie is better but I know have some problem growths on my neck so I will need to go back to see Dr. Palmquist.  I so like him but it would be nice to be all better.

OK – this blog is too long and I have to get going and patrol the yard.  I don’t want that squirrel or his bird friends to take it over.

Peace!

My Routine is Off and Now They are Going Away

photo-1It’s been a hard week. I’ve been to the 2 new daycares and don’t really care for either one.  Mom told Dad I’ve regressed  which I think is normal given my situation, but Dad has tried to step up my training.  He’s really pushing all my buttons and it’s just not right.

To make matter worse, I’ve heard rumors that Mom and Dad are visiting Grandma in New Jersey for Mother’s Day and I don’t get to go with them.  I’m not happy about that!  I’ve been discriminated against for my weight and now I’m too big to fly across the country?  I can fit nicely in those airline seats thank you very much.

Dad had to pick me up some new luggage for my food for wherever they are sending me and when he came home with it I was pleasantly surprised.  I got my own Martha Stewart dog bag so I promptly stole it and ran down the hall.  Mom said it was too nice for me, and wanted it for herself.  Dad said it was on sale.  I wonder if Martha will let me be on her show with my bag.

Well, I have to get going.  No time to write since I have to pack enough food in my new bag for the outing.  No dieting for me.  Please send some scooby snacks since I’m always up for eating, no matter what time of day or night.

Emotional Animal Cruelty…that’s my Story and I am Having to deal with it.

photoI was so glad it was Friday.  Dad was taking me to the “day’s” as he calls it and I was going to hang with my buddies Francine, Terry, Esmeralda and the manager Rollie all day at Centinela Feed and Pet Supplies on Pico Boulevard.

Dad had a photo shoot in Malibu and Mom was speaking to a group of doctors on gestational diabetes so I was glad to go to my second favorite place.

I have been going there almost a full year with a few of my other big dog friends – Xahri and Kaydon and we are all called the “grandfathered in club.”

Next thing I know Dad and I are cruising down Pico with no traffic, and I was hanging out the window with my face in the wind!  I know the way there, so as we got past the 405 I start whining and bouncing around since we could not get there fast enough!

FINALLY we got there and Dad and I go in and all of a sudden the manager tells Dad I can’t come there anymore.  WHAT!!  What is going on?  This must be a really bad dream but I think I’m awake?

Let’s just say I did not hear the rest of it because as the manager went on I got scared of his voice.  Dad knew I was not ok and took me in another room.  I tried to look through the glass but the conversation went out into the store.

Apparently they are changing their policy to no dogs over 35 pounds.  What!!  Since I’m almost 75 pounds I would have to go on a crash diet and I don’t think Mom would approve of that.  What went wrong?

I play with small dogs all the time.   I love all dogs.  Why are they discriminating against me?  I don’t understand.  I’m so sad.

Dad was beyond irritated since the management had been planning this for a few months.  And now there is no time for me to find my new digs.

Later in the day Dad had a conversation with the main district manager Molly.  She was not sympathetic to having my life and routine completely disrupted and said I could “visit” if I wanted to.  What?  I’m told I cannot see my friends again, I’m too big to be there, but I can visit (?)

Dad was upset since I was supposed to be able to go there forever since I was grandfathered in.  I was there from the beginning.  I think it put Dad over the edge but I was the one who was in the middle of a nightmare.  Remember I don’t like my routine disrupted.  I’ve been training the parental units since the beginning so this is a big cramp in my schedule.  It even says on their web site on in West Los Angeles they take dogs of all sizes so is that false advertising?

Yesterday we had three appointments to try to find a new place for me.  The parental units were on it.  All life stopped and it was Defcom in the house:  phone calls, computers, websites and a control center of activity.

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The first appointment was by my old digs.  At first, I got excited and thought maybe there is hope but no cigar.  It seemed clean and people were nice enough.

I got checked for fleas and diseases and apparently passed the test.  Then they put me in a room by myself and then brought in a few dogs one at a time.  I was sort of okay till they put me in a big room I had not seen before and that’s when I freaked out and starting running all over and barking.  I wanted out!  This was not my place and I think I had a full-blown panic attack so Dad got me out and we left.

Next we went to these two houses in Venice.  That was a mess because I am just too big and it would not work for people who just take in small dogs.

What is going on with the hunt for a new place…it is really that difficult to find?  Maybe Dad was right when he told that lady Molly it was going to be difficult to find a spot where I could thrive and feel safe.

Dad always says our worst day is someone’s best day and that puts it into perspective so I guess I’ll have to trust it will all be okay.   We got up and went for a walk on the beach this morning.  I think it calmed us all.  We are a family and no matter what we will make it.

I guess this is what life is about…change, and opportunity for growth.  I just wish my big growth was not costing me so much.

I Relapsed and Need Paper Rehab

I hear voices and they are saying something about “Paper Rehab?”

Dad is always saying to people, “when you think you can trust Perry that is when you can’t.”

photoLet me tell you people I showed him.  Of course I was not getting nearly enough attention and affections to my liking.  Dad was off doing something on the computer.  Those parentals are always doing something on the computer.  Well, it was quiet on the fore front so I slowly pushed the bathroom door open with my paw and snuck in there.

After I found the mecca of TP, I just could not help myself.   I kept hearing the occasional “Perry what are you doing?”  But of course no response…next time I will know to come out and check on him so he will leave me alone with my addiction.

The next thing I see Dad sneaking down the hallway.  I was caught, but I did not run in fear.  You see, I knew he would have to go get that iphone thing and take my picture.  He needs to go to rehab for that addiction.

OK people, it is going to be one of those days so I must get going.  I will keep you posted if I find some more trouble to get into.

I did hear that Mom is going to make some treats.  I guess they are doing a healthy cookie recipe book and they may include a dog treat recipe especially for me.  That ROCKS!

“Naked” Food?

photoMom went to the Natural Foods Expo West last week and got lots of treats for Dad and finally I got to try one of MY treats.  It’s called “I and love and you” dog food.

What an odd name but all I have to say is I LOVE IT!

It says it’s nude food since it has no additives, preservatives, and the one I tasted was made from grass-fed meat, something Mom is always talking about so I guess now I know why she likes it!  She also told Dad it has no GMO’s whatever that means.

They let me have a free go at it and then took it away – so NOT fair!   I even sat and waited patiently hoping they would notice how good I was being.  Finally Mom noticed gave me some extra since I had already had my dinner.  Why not more?  I can always eat since I’m a foodie.

After all,  I don’t write this healthy eating puppy blog for nothing!  I’m always up for a snack and since Mom only lets me eat healthy treats and food I’m happy when I find one that really suits my fancy and this one sure fit the bill.

Maybe I’ll get to try another of the new treats tomorrow since after all, it is St. Patrick’s Day.  I think I’m too big to go to Aunt Chris’ party this year since I’m about 60 pounds more than last year but maybe Auntie Chris will send some scoobie snacks home for me.

Vacations Over and It’s Back to the Grind

photoI know, I know it has been a long time since I have graced your presence.  This time it’s the parental units’ fault – THEY went to an International Conference on Diabetes in Paris.  I was left, thank goodness in Los Angeles.  Can you imagine me on a plane for 11 hours?  Ouch!  That would definitely cramp my stretching needs.

Apparently Mom learned a lot of new things to help her patients but I don’t care all that much that – she should be going to Dog Conferences since my needs are way more important!

Anyway – while they were gone I got to play with some new friends and go on lots of walks which was pretty cool. But I was very happy to see them make it home.

Apparently I’m not being as good as when they left since I overheard Dad keep saying this is how it must be when kids come back from the grandparent’s house.  Let me tell you they have been on my case to practice all of my sits, stays and lay downs.  They have been way too “military” with me.  If I wanted to be like that I would have enrolled in the Marines.

Life around here has returned to busy with the units working all the time, school and people coming in and out…and that’s why I love the Dopart-Batchelor house.  It’s never a dull moment!

My Better Report Card

imagejpeg952I’m almost 14 months old and have decided to be a better canine being, although I do have the occasional bouts of being a troublemaker.  Here’s the current report card:

1.  I play nicely at Day Care with all my friends.  Here is one of my favorite friends Kayden who I love hanging out with and it’s pretty cool since when humans see us they take a double look.  He’s a fellow Weimie (can you tell which one is me?) who is a year older than me but I’m BIGGER than him.  I wonder why that is?

2.  I drop things now except for bricks since I know it makes Dad crazy.  He continues to yell “drop it” and today he told me that I would be given up for adoption if I broke my teeth because he refused he have a dog with bad teeth.  Now who is narcissist? He seemed pretty serious about it so I brought it to the door and dropped it for Mom to put away.  I can’t be trusted with bricks.

3.  I have not touched the toilet paper for at least 4 weeks.  Mom is really impressed with that one.

4.  I sleep in my bed all night without a peep.  A few mornings ago Mom had to be up very early for a training and I got up and then went back to bed – boy, that surprised the parental units as I’m usually always up before them.

5.  I get tired by 6 pm and then just lay on “my” chair – the ottoman.  It’s the only one I’m allowed on in the house so I just claim it after dinner.

6.  Stealing the remote controls has dissipated and they now can be left out in plain sight.

Dad says the house is slowly being restored to it’s former state and I heard Mom telling him they can see the light at the end of puppyhood.  What will I do if the puppy blog is done?  I guess I’d have to graduate to an adult blog but I’m not quite sure I’m ready for that.  Auntie Aileen says to give me another year.