And the Oscar Goes To….Perry?

IMG_2368Dad finally returned from the cold land of Kansas City Missouri. I was excited to see him and instantly forgave him for abandoning me by counter suffering and snatching a full chicken off the counter. Told you payback can be fun.

The week went great and all of us here at Casa de Perry are happy and healthy. We are working on printing a batch of our book A Healthy Baker’s Dozen, which should be ready in a month. Mom continues to book speaking engagements in Motivational Interviewing all over the country and Dad is trying to keep me out of trouble or should I say I keep him out of trouble.

I thought things were getting close to perfect since we were having a workday at the house. Usually these are pretty cool and mellow, with Dad in the office and me lounging with a big bone.

BUT NOT this time!

The Zade baby came over which means I do not receive all of my loves and attentions, which I am entitled to. Plus didn’t Dad just go to Missouri for that baby? And Dad was holding that little thing way too much and I felt abandoned.

IMG_2505I had had enough and tried to challenge the little creature with a stare down as you can see. Finally after a few hours things went back to normal and the baby was put into his container thingy and left.

Of course once the godchild left I shared with Dad my frustration by taking a few pairs of his shoes outside. That will learn him.

As you can see I am just sitting here waiting for the Academy Awards to begin.

Well, it is once again the Oscars and even though Ellen is not hosting it, Doogie Howser, MD will be in the house.

OK, red carpet fans you will not see me out there on it as it is overcast, chilly and the temp in Santa Monica is only 64 degrees today. I know our east coast friends are more than jealous but remember I have absolutely no hair or body fat to keep me warm, so I’m entitled to a little complaining.

And the Oscar goes to…

Maybe Perry?

Perry Patrol

photoYou know I am all about a good laugh. Seriously though, I work the parentals until they break and end up laughing. OK, Dad is much easier to do this with especially during our standoffs. He tries to stare me down and ends up laughing because I am a comic at heart. Here I am at one of our standoffs yesterday in the yard. I have enough ego strength to see how regal I’m looking, so I shared this SELFIE

Of course I am not nearly as good as the late Joan Rivers who passed this last week but I do try and be fashionable and make people laugh. RIP, late red carpet lady…

As for news in general we have been clearing the clutter, cleaning out drawers and closets. Even though it is not spring time we are trying to purge and donate stuff we do not need. Dad is always saying to his clients they need to do a mass purge before 65. I do not quite understand that because no one in this house is even close to that age, especially me in dog years.

I have been so good that I got to the office a few times last week. It is exciting to go in and see the interns and clients. However, I do get a little bored and want to go when there is not enough people coming and going. Dad said it is a goal to stay there for more then 4 hours so I’m working up to that.

Something really cool happened on Friday – the washing machine broke and poured tons of water out on the kitchen floor. It was awesome because I made muddy dog prints all over the floor while Dad was trying to clean up the mess. At one point I wanted to play tug of war with the wet towels and that went over like a lead balloon.

OK, I need to get back to the weekend and starring down my favorite friend and squirrel PITA . The days are becoming shorter which means less summer fun but it is a pleasant 82 degrees in Santa Monica.

Peace,

Punky