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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!

I’m a Motivational Interviewing Greeter

photo-1Hello my name is Perry!

That’s right folks – I am now officially a greeter.  Though I did not get a cool vest like the greeters at Wal-Mart, I am still greeting.

Mom had a Motivational Interviewing workshop at our office yesterday and I got to welcome all the participants.  Of course I was on my bestest behavior the entire time.  I know how to have on my game face and etiquette.

I know this because when I am being polite, people compliment me on how regal and mellow I am.  Then I look at the parentals, who secretly give each other an eye roll and just laugh.  Remember, I am a show dog but at home I let my hair down.

Anyway- after the meet and greet Dad took me to the Wags because he was making the food for the meeting.  No matter how I tried to give him the sad eyes he would not let me stay home.  I am good in the kitchen and my counter surfing is getting better.  However, when Dad catches me trying to counter surf it is not his inside voice and I know I am in trouble.  I did steal a whole cube of butter last week so now that is never left out.

The rest of my week was pretty chill.  My “friend,” the squeaky squirrel, is still getting on my last nerve.  He gets me into trouble most days.  He waits in the trees on the branches and chirps at me when he wants me to bark.  Of course his favorite time to play is 6 am.  Dad just goes crazy so maybe I should put him in the crate so I can terrorize the neighborhood with my booming voice.

The best news…Christmas Kitty has not been back and that folks is a Christmas miracle.

OK, have to take a little catnap so bye for now.

Perry