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Pre-Christmas Car Shopping

Today was fun but I had to be on the best behavior as the parentals were a little on edge.  You see Mom’s car is very old and even with very low miles it is just too small for her and especially for ME so we all had to go car shopping.  Anyway that is what we did today…boring just driving cars, but not really go anywhere interesting.  The Volvo dealer was the most fun, since Julio was nice and gave me the loves and pets I deserve.  Max helped Mom with answering all her questions about a car since she is so concerned about safety.

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But enough of that – let’s talk about ME.  I have been on my best behavior and have not gotten into too much trouble this past week.  I do get a little out of control when other dogs walked in front of my house.  My ferocious bark continues to annoy Dad to the point I see his veins pop out of his neck.

It has been busy with all of the parental’s book work as they are getting ready to print a few real copies of the gluten free cookie book, A Healthy Baker’s Dozen, so that will be available soon.  I never understood what the ebook thing was anyway.

This week is going to be busy and it is not about Christmas shopping.  Dad is working too much and it is HIS birthday, but more importantly I hear Santa comes soon.  I have made a list of the toys I would like but my list is a little heavy on the snacks.  Hopefully Santa will fill my stocking with treats and more treats.  No coal here…I have been perfect…that’s my story and I am sticking to it.

OK, Dad wants to do some training now and it involves cheese so I MUST GO!

Later People.

 

What am I Thankful for?

photoWell first of all I am very thankful that the 1000 Thanksgiving cards are DONE and out of the house.  Licking all those envelopes was a bit much, even for my oversized lips, and I fell asleep half way through as you can see.   More importantly, I can have the parentals all to myself again, since it was crazy with all of those cards…EVERYWHERE!

The weather has gotten really cold, even for Southern California, so I am thankful for my warm blankets since I have no hair, and for Mom and Dad’s patience at night with getting up and covering me when the covers come off.  Yes I know I am very spoiled!

I am thankful for the opportunity to stop on my walks and meet complete strangers young and old.  I feel it is important to give joy to everyone we meet.

I am grateful for friends and the people who take care of me.  If it was not for them I would drive my father even crazier then I already do.

I am grateful for my family members, as my pack of peoples who love me unconditionally.

And finally, I am thankful Turkey day is fast approaching, as I will get some I am sure and then I will be THANKFUL for Christmas, as I know my stocking will be filled with TREATS, and the new toys I deserve.

Happy Thanksgiving my peeps!

Perry is SAD for New Jersey Shore

photoSome of my family lives in New Jersey so a little bit of my heart lives there too.  I was sad to hear about how the Jersey shore was hurt.  I was feeling bad about it so I dug through my toy box and found my stuffy from the NJ boardwalk.  I kept it close to me as I was thinking and saying some prayers for the people in NJ.

Otherwise I have been doing fairly OK except I did get into a little bit of trouble this past week.  I’m not really sure what the big deal was?

I snuck on the counter and got the big fancy fluffy role of paper towels (it is so deliciously soft) and took it into my crate and made a big mess.  Then I was feeling a little guilty and Dad was not giving me the attention I require so I went and “lifted” his glasses off the coffee table.

photo-2No I know this makes him go CRAZY so I casually walked up to him with them in my mouth.  I watched the veins pop out in his neck while he yelled “crate.”  I walked slowly down the hall with him in tow and went in my crate amongst the new fluffy VIVA paper towel bed.  I’m not sure why he was upset since I was confessing and he apparently did not receive my confession as well as could be expected.

No worries people since I have him wrapped around my paws.  You see later that afternoon I just snuggled up to him and we took a nap.

My heart and prayers go out to those affected by the fire on the New Jersey boardwalk.

Christmas Kitty…I think not!

photo-1So I have been hearing Dad ramble incessantly about the fact that I am the last and only animal he will have.  Well duh…of course because I am just the perfect canine and there could be no other…

OK, back to our story.  Dad recently confessed that the only other animal he would consider would be if an orange, short hair kitty showed up at Christmas.  Like Santa is going to bring a cat that specific? Well a few months back we almost had a fright.

Dad found this little toothless kitty in the front yard.  Of course he just could not help himself and gave the thing a can of tuna…WHAT!

I have yet to have a whole can of tuna to myself.  It did not show up for a few weeks and I thought we were safe.  Then, a couple of weeks ago Dad heard it again and of course had to make me crazy by once again giving it food.

He started calling it “ The Christmas Kitty” and I panicked but it went away.

Then last week that Christmas nightmare came back, and was all up in Dad’s Kool-Aid.  It was throwing itself at Dad and I was not happy about it.

I was pacing and trying to pull the blinds off the windows.  “HE IS MY DAD, YOU HAIR BALL OF A MESS”.  It was not good people.

Well, Mr. Christmas Kitty decided to hang out in the driveway – just licking himself and I was not happy – this is my property, my parents and my house.

Mom eventually got home and I felt safe.  Of course she would not take my side and make the Christmas enemy go away.  Dad then called her outside and shut the door.  I immediately ran and slammed my face through the blinds and saw that Mr. Kitty was in the neighbors yard.  Can you believe it started rubbing up against Mom and she actually liked it!

Oh no!  Christmas is here to stay and I feel like I got some coal.

Low and behold Dad thought it would be brilliant to bring me out to see Christmas Kitty.  HA! I showed all of them who is in control and started having a barking fit and tried to chase that hairball away.  Christmas hissed, and I chased it while the parentals were in tow yelling at me.

I told them I would fix it right and that I did.  Christmas won’t be sauntering around my territory again.  I am sure I scared it all the way to the North Pole.  Merry Christmas Kitty and Happy New Year away from Santa Monica.

I’m A Bit Stressed With this Interviewing Process

imagejpeg952This dog interviewing process is killing me.  Thank goodness I do not have to wear a tie!  And if I hear the parentals tell me one more time to be on my best behavior I am going to have a serious melt down.

We all know I am still trying to deal with my rejection from the mean place Centinela Pet and Feed Supplies on Pico.  However, I am working through it so don’t worry too much.  The wonderful lady who took care of me, Francine, sent me a nice card that they missed me.  I miss Francine!

I do appreciate all the notes and calls and checking in on me.  I think this fawning all over me makes Dad a little jealous and I love it.  So keep it up.

I was accepted to a place  called the Wags club that has a big outside area and I liked it even though Dad compared it to high school.  I was the new kid on the block and I can hold my own but it was still scary.

Of course Mom was very nervous but we all got through it.  They were very LA and gave me a swag bag.  Unfortunately it was made for a little dog as the chew stick was the size of a pencil and I completely shredded the ball in less then 2 minutes.  Come on you fancy pants places get your swag right for us big dogs!  I ran around a lot though and it was fun.

This weekend was challenging since we had three appointments to “interview” me again.  I think this process makes Dad want to move out of LA and raise me on a farm.  Don’t know how I would feel about that as I love people too much and being on a farm might be great but oh so isolating.

OK, back to my story.  The first appointment was a home visit.  A nice man named Brent Rice from my puppy class when I was about 9 weeks came to see about setting up a program of training and exercise.  What training?  I think that means more commands but I know how that works…you do what they say and you get the treats.  And I love scooby snacks so it was okay.  I really liked him but he is very busy right now so next month we will hang out together.

Next we had an appointment at Pet Smart, Pet Hotel.  It was one of those big commercialized places that look all shiny and new.   It was a bit small for my size.  Remember I have lots of energy and need to run.

I knew this one wasn’t going to work all that well by the look on Dad’s face.  First he said to the lady, “you do realize Perry would take that mop and drag it all around your small room. “   Dad was throwing me under the bus – not too cool.

Next we were shown the private rooms that were the size of a bathroom but they did have a nice flat screen TV.   Then parentals just said on the way out it was an emergency only place.  I do wonder what channels they let us watch?

IMG-20130428-01006Next we went to Two Hands Four Paws, which specializes in animal rehabilitation.  They do have some day care but mostly for dogs about 50 pounds are less.  Gosh, what is up with the weight issues? Oh I forgot we are in LA, where Mom says everyone is concerned with his or her weight.  I think I’m just fine so not sure what the big deal is?

They had this cool huge pool you can swim in and underwater tread mills.  Dad was excited and on the way out said, if we have people over we can tire him out by having him go into the pool.  He makes me crazy; maybe he needs to be dumped into the pool.   If I ever have an injury Mom says this is the place to go.

Next we took a breather and went to the office.  I love going there and I hear that if I am really good I will be visiting a little bit more.  Keeping my paws crossed.

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.

 

My New Favorite Toy

photo-1I don’t talk all that much so I was thrilled when Mom got me a talking toy.  Yes, you heard that right.  It’s called a “Babble Ball.”  The funny thing is Mom did not even know it talked till it she brought it home.

She just thought she was getting some cool blue ball for me.  Boy, was she surprised!!

It’s says all kinds of fun things – like “you’re looking nice big doggy,” “oh you got me,”  “hey what are you doing,” and “oh lucky dog.”

Dad says the voice reminds him of  Cousin Itt on some show he used to watch called The Adam’s Family.

I’m just having fun making it talk and irritating the parental units…and this time they were the ones who started it in the first place.  Boy, are they naive!

I DO YOGA

photoMom is amazed at one thing I do do EVERYDAY – maybe multiple times per day.  And what may that be?

I do my downward facing dog pose.  And the best part is I never even had to go to a silly class to learn it – I just do it.  Amazing isn’t it, since I need to be trained to do everything else.

So there you have it.  I guess you humans should do it too since I’m so strong, limber, and can leap over any couch you give me.  Maybe even buildings if I try.

No Stone Unturned

perry_brickI still love seeking attention.  There is nothing better than giving the parental units a run for their money.  No matter how hard I try with getting their attention these days nothing seems to phase them.

Stealing something and running around the back yard does not get the same rile I used to.  However, on occasion when I not the full focus I have to pull out all the stops.  So I just dug this brick out of the patio.

I then proceeded to antagonize Dad but to no avail.  He just got out that silly camera thing to take a picture for all my peeps.  Hope you enjoy my new headshot.  I’m so happy to entertain all of you since Mom and Dad are not as enchanted as they once were.

Today I went to the Farmer’s market and although they don’t let canines visit the beautiful vegetables, I got to run around the park with Dad and picked up a few new admirers!  I guess that makes for a successful weekend.

I’ve Already Broken my New Year’s Resolutions

Perry_NYday_13Who needs them anyway?  Resolutions were meant to be broken and I just could not help myself.  There was Dad’s shoes and the insoles  just sitting there waiting to be stolen – here I am gleefully running away with them.

It’s the best feeling in the world and I can really get a rile out of Dad.  I haven’t broken the coveting resolution yet but there was some tempting human food on the counter this evening as dinner was being prepared.  I’m not promising anything.  Isn’t it canine nature to steal AND covet?