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Happy 4th Birthday to ME!

FullSizeRender-2This morning was like the rest…get up, go out, eat breakfast and then back to bed. I love the extra snoozes I get.

Once everyone was up, I gave my usual love and affection to the parentals. They told me it was my birthday and gave me some extra love, which we all know I deserve.

Then I got side tracked with a barking fit as the neighbor dog walks too close to my house as we know how territorial I am.

Apparently this sort of warning system is not really working for Mom and Dad or the fact that I have slipped back into my old habit of pulling a little too much on my walks.

But wait, before everyone gets all upset…I have not slipped up with my healthy eating and yes I too like Mom recommends to  her clients am consuming my probiotics. I also continue to take my Carlson fish oil which has tremendously helped my skin and itching, which we know is a problem with us Weimaraners.

FullSizeRender.jpgThe day was progressing nicely and as it was my 4th Birthday, I was enjoying my lounging and resting time. Then, there was an intrusion and I heard the door bell and went into bark mode. The next thing I know is The Tutu was there at my front door. What? She is coming to my birthday party?

Well as usual she wobbles in with her Darth Vader breathing and went straight for my stash of bones. I wish I had a lightsabor.

Anyway we hung out and she did wish me a Happy Birthday so she is OK in my book, but that stealing of my bones…I guess I should play well and share a little more.

For dinner Dad hooked me up PEOPLE! It was amazing as you can see and I enjoyed every last morsel.

The weather in Santa Monica has been cold and rainy and El Nino is in full gear. We are excited about 2016 and have lots of plans…stay tuned as it should be an adventure.

Love,

Perry

What? Dreaming of Zero Calorie Brownies?

IMG_2914Mom and her new cool intern Liz were quite busy this past week and I wanted IN on all that was going on!  First they wrote this blog on zero calorie brownies. Of course I would be on board with dreaming about any type of food.

I love all food except carrots and I could care less about the caloric count.

Then they made THREE types of cookies from Mom’s gluten-free cookie book A Healthy Baker’s Dozen and of course NONE of them included my famous dog cookie.  I tried to get crumbs of the cranberry oatmeal, no bake chocolate and peanut butter cookies but Mom was quite vigilant in cleaning up and I did not score this time.

Counter surfing has been officially banned but I don’t subscribe to that as of now.  Since Liz is taller than me she was on to me but at least I got my loves, hugs and pets so I guess there is something to be said for that.

Things are heating up this holiday season but thank goodness I do not have to wear any crazy looking sweaters, coats or rain boots. However, they claim El Nino is coming so maybe I will need to get a raincoat and umbrella.

We have been working on a new project.  Mom is going to start doing some webinars for Motivational Interviewing to help people improve their skills. These skills work great especially for those who are in the health industry, counseling field or really any field that want to learn communication.

You should all check it out as the first one is free.  Give yourself a free gift this December and learn to use OARS as Mom calls it.  I’m not sure what that is but if you attend the webinar I’m sure you’ll find out.  Here’s the link for my peoples.

Well that is about it since I hear the refrigerator door opening and I believe it’s the cheese drawer so peace out people – I need to stop dreaming and start eating.

BTW – it was quite a warm 70 degrees today so no sweaters here yet!

Love,

Perry

Ohms for the Poor

IMG_3390We all know that I am a creature of habit…

  • I can differentiate from the vegetable and cheese drawer in a dead of sleep
  • Daily I let the parentals know it is mealtime by adjusting my annoying announcement by a minute both AM and PM to coincide with the sun
  • At 8:30 every night I move from the chair to my lounge bed in the living room
  • I come running when I know if they are cutting an apple and I go immediately to my apple eating spot
  • I am so smart that I know when the parental’s are rushed in the morning and I put myself in the crate
  • I know when Mom is around the corner coming home at night and start waiting for her arrival

I could go on and on….

But nightly when it is dinnertime I lay patiently because I know Dad always saves me a little “treat.” This has been going on for over a year now. He gets up, I run to my spot, he dumps it in my bowl and I have to wait drooling (which seems like FOREVER) while he rinses the dishes and then he says OK and I get to eat.

Well they are trying to mess up my routine. Last night he did not save me anything! Can you believe that? So I tried to look as pathetic as possible… my ”ohms for the poor” look and it still did not work.

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No worries people, you know the saying payback is a …..

So the Weather Weimaraner is reporting a beautiful sunny day in the 70’s – can’t get much better January weather than that!

Have a great week.

Perry

I’m Getting Better and Here’s my Report Card

203I’m 20 months old right now and Mom says she can’t wait till I’m 2.  Auntie Deb in Florida says I will be a great dog at 3 so that makes me excited to get older.

I still have many issues that need what Dad calls “training” but I thought I’d give you a current report card to let you know just how much I’ve improved:

  1. I can do a 10 minute wait for a snack when I want to…yes I drool but can wait even when the parentals leave the room
  2. I’ve slept on the chair in the living room all night by myself for at least a week without waking up Dad till 6:30 am
  3. I rode in Mom’s car this week and behaved myself the whole time
  4. I have not shredded toilet paper for a week (although I did get into some paper towels – I guess I still need paper anonymous)
  5. I’ve never to this day had an accident in the house and always go potty outside.  This is old news as I was fully potty-trained at 8 weeks.  I guess you could say I am an overachiever but only with things I want to do
  6. I always eat my vegetables without a complaint and my favorite is broccoli
  7. I went to see a new friend Koby yesterday and played very nicely with him at his casa – Dad made us look cartoon-like to be funny…I kind of like the psychedelic look

I still could improve on car etiquette with Dad, lowering my propensity for counter surfing, and barking too loudly when someone I don’t know walks by the house but for the most part I’m turning out to be a respectable dog.

I always appreciate all my fellow blog friends and invite you to come by and give me treats when you are in the neighborhood.

Peace People!

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.

The Weekend Cookie Factory

photoPeople you will not believe what has happened at my house this weekend.  At first I thought it was Christmas and Mom was making cookies for Santa.

The parental units are working on a new short book; it is all about gluten-free healthy cookies.  It seems pretty complicated but the goal is to bring sweets to everyone with healthier alternatives.  I don’t really care all that much except for the last recipe in which I’m featured since it’s a dog cookie with my 2 favorite things – pumpkin and peanut butter – yum!

Mom was in the kitchen for 8 straight hours.  She made 9 of the 13 recipes.  Dad chronicled the entire process for my Facebook fans.  It was a fun day licking up all the crumbs.  What a great life I live!

Some good news to report is the owie on my foot is almost gone.  Those pills the parentals are shoving down my throat must be working.  I have to admit I do feel better and I am pleased to see the happiness on their faces since I’m no longer licking nonstop.

OK, Dad is outside watering and I better make sure he is not getting into trouble like myself.  You see I was a bad boy this weekend and chewed on a lens box and Grandpa Sprawls’ shoeshine brush, but he’s in heaven so he probably does not mind all that much.

One good thing is when I’m bad I know to go into my crate.  I now run to it on command.  Even if the door is shut I can open it and get in.  You see how smart I am.  Dad eventually said he loved me and it made him think of his Grandpa on this Father’s day weekend.  So I guess we’ll all good.

Punky Goes to the Farm while Mom and Dad go to Auntie Marjorie’s in New Jersey

IMG-20130512-01043I was bummed that I did NOT get to go to Auntie Marjorie’s house.  I wanted to play with my cousins Bliss, AKA the little polar bear dog that never stops licking, and Reeses, AKA the barker dog who always wants to be petted.

Although they are MUCH smaller than me, I knew we’d have fun terrorizing Aunt Marjorie’s clean house and upsetting all the furniture and antiques she so nicely places on all her furniture.

I saw Mom and Dad packing my things, but then overheard them saying something about me going to the country (??)  What is that about?  Then I heard them saying I would not do well in the cargo and going to NJ may be a bit much for my anxiety level.  That may be true but why can’t I sit in the plane with them?  I deserve to have a ticket since I am an important part of this family, aren’t I?

IMG_5594Anyway, this big white van came to pick me up and off to the country I went.  I got to play with other dogs, and discovered some other animals I did not know about – I overheard the lady Julie calling them chickens, and horses.  I played in lots of areas around the farm and then had my own bed at night.  Mom and Dad sent my own little blanket so I would not get too homesick.

I came home tired from all the play, and am so happy to be home in my own bed.  I need Mom to cover me up if the covers come off in the middle of the night.

Hopefully one day I’ll get to meet Aunt Marjorie, Bliss and Reeses but for now a cross-country flight may be more than my puppyness can handle.  Maybe Aunt Marjorie will have to come to California to meet me since she won’t have to sit in cargo like me.  Life’s just not fair sometimes….

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.

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!

My Small Encounters

One thing Mom and Dad can’t believe is how much I LOVE children.  I forget I’m a puppy and just act docile and quiet when I’m around them.

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This week Dad took me for a walk and we ran into a little boy who was shorter than me and he called me “horsey.”

Can you believe that?  I’m not a horse but I guess some little people think I am.

The big/small visitor I had this week was Grey.  He’s 5 months old so I’m not sure why he just chills in his chair.  At 2 months I was running all around the house – I guess that’s why dogs are more advanced than humans.