The Unwelcome Visitors

FullSizeRenderIt sure has been WARM this weekend. No matter where I try to lay down I am very hot. Even under the bed. Some El Nino!

Last weekend Dad was out-of-town so I got to go to the country and play. I love being able to run around and check out all the other dogs and sights on the farm. Maybe the parental will have a small farm for me some day. Then they can have their range free organic eggs, a big garden of healthy green vegetables and of course the little baby goats.

This last week was not without drama. I got into or actually avoided trouble. A few nights ago it was hotter than usual when I went outside before bed. As I perused the yard I realized there were some interesting visitors hanging out on our fence and it was not the squirrel or the possums from the past.

Of course I started barking up a storm, which sent Dad running out. Yes, this was at 10 PM on a school night so we all know how drawing unnecessary attention is not welcomed here at Casa de Perry. But People – it was NECESSARY! You see there were two raccoons on the fence. Not one but TWO and that increased my odds of getting one. However, that is not how it went down. Dad the downer had to get up in my situation, which made me go crazy trying to crawl up the fence.

I saw that I had done a great job at knocking the baby off. He was hanging on and then the Mom got a little testy and started to crawl down the fence in my direction.

This sort of thing just gets the adrenaline pumping but mine was not the only one. Dad was furious and took his shoe off to try to correct the situation and prevent a fight. Now that was pretty stupid because that area of the yard is where I do my evening routine.

Needless to say, Mom got involved and got me to come in the house. Still after I was locked away from the fluffy intruder I went postal pacing to and fro. That of course was not well received and Mom put me in my crate for the night.

I did not forget the visitors and as soon as I was let out that morning I went to the fence but unfortunately were gone. Bummer deal.

BTW – if you have extra ice please bring some to our Casa.   I’m rooting for air conditioning next year but I might have to get a job for that one.

Love Perry

 

Squirrel Fallon in my Mouth

PerrystaringThis week has been an awesome week PEOPLE!

I have been on the move more lately as Dad is gaining strength and started walking more. Thank goodness for Mom as she continues to walk me in the mornings, and I am trying my hardest not to pull. This becomes difficult when I see my friends and this week Boris’s Mom was walking him and I practically jolted across the street – Mom was not a happy camper.

The weather has continued to be a too hot for my liking. Today in Santa Monica it was 85 degrees with almost 80% humidity.

Even with the hot weather I have to share with you how exciting my week was. So I was hanging out by the back door looking quietly and intently at something outside. Dad opened the door and instead of bolting out as usual I went very slowly…almost crawling.

With my military style, focused eyes and stealth position, I waited and waited. Then I pranced and that stupid PITA squirrel tried to jump higher on the tree upside down and FELL right into my mouth.  I was elated for a whole second but then freaked out and that thing got away!

I knew right then that I had scarred that little fur thing because it panted and was out of breath and stood motionless in the tree.

Of course this made me bark like crazy, which in return made Dad crazy. He said something like, “Do you think that squirrel is gong to come down and jump back in your mouth?”

I was worried the squirrel was tweeting to his squirrel world to stay away from me but maybe less PITA activity in the yard is a good change of pace.

Even though it wasn’t a full capture I hope I showed that PITA whose yard it is and the score is turning….

Perry – almost 1 …PITA almost dead!

The GOP debate got heated this week – maybe even more than our house was with the humidity! I’m still the undecided voter and just enjoying all the funny interviews on Jimmy Fallon this week – it you haven’t seen the Trump and Clinton segments you’ve really missed out!

Have a great week peeps!

Love,

Perry

Slow, Hot and Political

PerryhotAs summer is trying to wind down it continually feels like a hairdryer is blowing in my face…ALL THE TIME…and I don’t even have Trump hair.

Even my nemesis, PITA, attempts to taunt me by the window and I am too lazy to even lift my head to pay much attention to his pleas for play.

I have been a dutiful dog as Dad has been sick the last month with pneumonia and he has needed my company. I do get up with him when he slowly tries to do something. I mean we are talking slow like molasses with everything.

Thank goodness for Mom! She has been taking me on my walks and makes sure we get at least 45 minutes of healthy daily exercise. I still am working on my pulling issue but that comes from my Weimaraner genes.

As for the political front…

Orange pantsuit Hillary is roping off reporters and wiping servers clean with cloths…

Good Ole Bush is all about anchoring babies…

And Trump is trying to build a wall with his hair…

OK, back to being nurse dog for Dad and Mom’s walking partner because exercise with a partner is much better.

This Weather Weimaraner reports the weather as 85 in Santa Monica.  Some days it is 90 in our house so please continue to send ice cubes for snacks.

Stay cool and out of trouble people.

Perry

Everyone’s on MY Schedule

punkytreatsThat’s right.  I’m up at 6 am or 5:30 like I was this morning.  NO one sleeps in at our house.  What is with these parentals?   Dad was not happy with me this morning and Mom got to sleep in a little but then I proceeded to walk up and down the hall shaking my head till she got up at 7 am.   It’s gotten to the point where Dad has to take a nap every afternoon to recover from my morning routine.

I thought it was time to check in on my current report card and needs for improvement.

The Good:

1.  I have been left outside my crate multiple times up to 5 hours without any disturbance in the house.  When Mom and Dad come home I am sitting politely in my chair or in my crate of my own accord.  I still have not graduated to full access status but hopefully soon.

2.  I have not chewed any pens for quite some time.  I never did go to pen’s anonymous but somehow I was able to get over my addiction on my own. Dad left a pen on the table this past week when I was home alone and I noticed it but decided to leave it alone since I’ve been a bit naughty in other areas (below).

3.  I continue to be loving to all those I meet (minus the squirrels) and allow every child and adult to pet and love on me when I meet them.

Needs for Improvement:

1.  I still continue to pull on the leash when we walk.  I’m not sure I will ever outgrow that one.

2.  When Mom and Dad are home (as opposed as when they are gone) I become a bit unruly and want constant attention all the time.  I still drag all the things out of my “toy chest” and string them all over the house.

3. I “stole” the new scooby snack bag my new blonde friend Debra brought last weekend (it was mine remember) and ate the entire bag in the backyard while Mom and Dad were watching one of their shows.  My dinner was delayed that night since I had more than a full tummy.

4.  I continue to bark at squirrels and dogs walking by my house (how dare they come near my domain?)

I know to the parentals it feels like I’m not improving sometimes.  Mom commented that I am 32 in human years and needed to act more mannerly – asking for my treats, letting her sleep in since it is a rare occasion and being the “show” dog that I was designed to be.  Maybe some day, but not this week.

It was a beautiful day today in Santa Monica although we are having a little pre “June Gloom” as they call it which is fine with me since it’s cooler on my walks.

Happy Memorial Day to all of you and try not to eat too much at those BBQ’s or at least save some of the treats for me.  I’m still trying to get more treats today as you can see by this picture. It’s my favorite place to sit for whatever yummy bite drops of a new recipe I can get my chops on.

Love Perry

Perry Prefers Blondes

IMG_2694I know people it has been a few weeks since I have shared my adventures with all of you but I have been busy and a little self-absorbed which is nothing new of course.

Over Mother’s Day weekend my Mom was out-of-town visiting family in NJ while my Auntie Wendy came for a visit. It was so nice considering she is a blonde and you know my infatuation with the ladies in general –especially blonds. She was so fun to hang out with and she got Dad out of the house…

We went for a long walk along the beach in Venice and saw all the peoples on the boardwalk, which made me happy because I got extra attention from strangers. It was a lazy weekend and I was a little sad as I missed my mommy but she had a good time with her aunts and grandma.

When Mom got back, we had to prepare for a houseguest who was coming for one of Mom’s MI trainings and guess what?   She was blonde as well, so I was in blonde heaven!

I just want to report that I have been a good boy for the most part…my only real weakness is that squirrel PITA who continually irritates me by hanging out on the fence making squeaky noises which gets me really going. He goes back and forth on the fence to taunt me so I finally have to get outside and chase him. …perhaps he is not a safe friend.

One bad thing did happen and I got into more than a little trouble with Dad. However, it really was not ALL my fault. Henry (the dog next store who looks like a little Sherlock Holmes) likes to start fights with me. He prances across the driveway and up to MY windows, and barks which really gets my goat.

This week Dad and I got home from an errand and I was trying to wait for the signal to get out of the car. Suddenly I saw that little thing lying in wait and I took off. Of course Dad was using his outside voice to calm me down but the adrenaline kicked in and we were off.

The next thing I realized in my fit of angst was I was on a leash without a parental holding on and I took advantage and tore off down the street. This made Dad crazy and he screamed for me to come back. There were cars in the street which to my credit I did avoid but what really got me going was when he yelled, “fine go kill yourself” and turned around and walked away.

What? Did he did not care?

Then I got a little nervous so I turned around and ran back to him. I realized he must have been using some reverse psychology, but it worked.

Dad 1 – Perry 0

The weather in Santa Monica is a cloudy 65 degrees today. We are thankful it did rain a few inches, which were desperately needed in Los Angeles to help our drought situation. Please send water if you have any to spare.

Peace,

Punky

Almost Christmas

IMG_3195The BIG stick in our living room with lights is entirely too tempting for me.  When the parentals get me irritated I just want to touch it and play with all the fun toys on it.  However, I did get busted with taking one of the little crystal things on the stick and Dad was quite upset and I got a time out.

Since it’s ALMOST Christmas – only 4 days and counting – I’m wondering about these pretty bags under the stick.

I’ve sniffed and looked and tried to open one but again the parentals are always on to me and I’m prevented from getting my mission accomplished.

I did get quite excited last night as Auntie Chris made a special visit to see me AND I got my own toy squirrel – also known as PITA.  She brought Dad her yearly brown bread with cream cheese but somehow I was not offered any – maybe next year.

I hear the post office is still open tomorrow so please send more gifts and treats as I have not had sufficient ones yet.  I guess I should be satisfied with less, especially since I’m much more fortunate than most so I’ll sign off for  now.

It was a pleasant 65 degrees in Santa Monica today and the rain has held up for a few days so Dad is happy with less mud on my paws.

Christmas barks from Perry!

Nuttin For Christmas

I can’t wait for Christmas, even though it’s not quite Thanksgiving.

They say I have a “pen addiction” but they just don’t understand – I want to write to my fans and at this time of year I want to especially write to Santa.

I’ve always enjoyed crunching on a good pen or two – I especially like the red ones, since they explode nicely on my lips and it looks like I did conquer my nemesis, PITA, the squirrel.

But I really shouldn’t say that since I would be deemed naughty, and put on “The Blacklist,” the parentals new show which Dad says is intriguing, whatever that means.

So I better be good so I don’t end up like that Barry Gordon song “Nuttin’ For Christmas.”

It was a blustery day in Santa Monica, and all our lips are chapped except mine which are red as well.  I heard the parentals say I might need to go to Pen’s Anonymous but I might be the only one at the meetings, and it might be a pain in my gluteus maximus, which is small by the way.

Later folks!

Punky