Likes: Mornings. Kissing the Kitty. WALKS. SNACKS!!!!! Hugs and Kisses (human owner hates kisses - I try and contain myself). Toes (again w/ the human thing).
Pet-Peeves: Baths. Car Rides (I'm better after the trip to Montana). When the cat can't go for walks during the daytime. When her brother teases her w/ the SNACKS that he hoards.
Favorite Toy: Teddy Bear! Teddy Bear! and the other Teddy Bear! and the one that is pink in the same shape that looks like a Teddy Bear - NO it isn't!
Favorite Food: SNACKS!! Wet cat food when I get the chance - watch out for the ears. Greenies. Human food - I don't care I'll eat ANYTHING.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere - as long as I can be in front of my brother. An hour - or at least 5 miles preferred
Best Tricks: Hugs. Kissing the Kitty. Taking care of humans when sick. UP. Bang (I jump straight up in the air)
Arrival Story: I was sleeping and some humans came in. My brother was out getting attention. I had to find out what was going on. The female human entity took one look at me and KNEW I was the smart one. We became best of friends until the male human entity made noises and they both left. I was sad - but also kind of tired. 8 weeks old is a tough age if anyone hasn't told you. The humans came back as I knew they would (I had been told already). I was sad to say goodbye to my litter mates but as we left I noticed my brother Scooter in the same crate as I was. HAPPY DOG DAYS!! Car ride home - let's not mention the undignity
Bio: I love, love, love the mornings!!! HOW my human and I connected I have no idea. Good thing I chose her. She'd rather hang in bed w/ my lazy brother Scooter - while I want to sniff, sniff, sniff and lay in the morning breezes!! Snow last year - fun, fun, fun!! 4:30 in the morning is what I prefer - my human keeps insisting that the only time that time exists is if you have been really irresponsible and you are just seeing the bed for the first time!! grumble*grumble*grumble*. I'm really good at pestering the human into giving me SNACKS - just by pure annoyance.
Personality of a morning Papillon: Activity - when can we start??? How about as soon as the sun comes up - 4:30 works for me. No - too early - ok I'll hide my head under the covers. Kissing the Kitty - fun game. Bossing my brother Scooter around - he never wants to move unless we are on a WALK. Then has to "mark" everywhere we've been - like we're not coming back tomorrow - let's move!! Sleeping at Queen spot on the bed - best in the world. Visiting human friends Lou Ann, Patrick, George and our dog friend Booger. We also like Pebbles the kitten - but only because she thinks she's a dog. *note to self - she will be bigger than us soon...very soon*. I'm smarter than my brother Scooter and try not to prove him up too often. It might have to do w/ the fact that he was the "runt"?? But he is since bigger than I by a lowely inch - and 4 oz. (can you believe the vet said I -... I... am... "fat"?). Once again the Scooter "cute" factor kicked in. Sleeping next to the human heat element at night is my favorite - especially when Scooter and I spread out to consume 100% of the bed. So comfy. Silly Humans ~ question to self, do I REALLY want to be a human in my next life? I think I need a Greenie to contemplate.
Bladder Stones: I was diagnosed with Bladder Stones in 2007. After surgery where the vet removed 7 large stones and numerous small ones (mom wanted to know if she could get me to make pearls - sheesh mom) the results came back. Since they will re-occur without the proper diet (special prescription only).. Scooter loves it. It's also high in calories so his butt had better watch it's girth BOL.
OMD - a paper flurry hit the kitchen table tonight. Mom has been putting off and putting off and putting off (that is not a golf term either BOL) doing any sort of taxes that are due next week.
Last week she was in her snails meeting (*Mom note, that is sales meeting at a snails pace*) and super busy until just now. She finished up the hard work last night so had to buckle down and pull out even more papers to spread across the table.
All sorts of shuffling of paper, glaring annoyingly at dogs, sighing, resorting papers, tapping away on something called a caulk-a-lator (*Calculator*). Staples were used, the jaws of death (staple remover) were applied, even some really nasty human words happened when the stapler ran out of staples. Mom calls that a "pet peeve" which makes no scent (*sense*) to me at all.
Well the recycling has been done, the counters are cleaned from the envelope flurry and the stamp has been licked. Kibble will be on the menu again tomorrow says Mom. Something about a new kitchen counter top. Unless I can walk on the new counter top - who really cares if it is presentable? (*Mom note - or peeling up enough from the corner enough to almost stuff a Papillon under sideways* - don't tempt me, I will try and lift it up a little further if I have a double Bodka Dwip™ and make it happen. Mr. Cutter...would be the easiest).
Hopefully the rest of the week will calm down and we can get back out to being spoiled rotten house dogs. BOL.
Sniff at ya later ~Misty. Queen For Yet Another Year Of All I Survey~
Me and Scooter are over at MsLouann's being spoiled rotten. We are all hoping that Pepper and Cutter are being ignored by the cat lover that is pup sitting them for Mom while she went to the ocean. She says she's having fun and the weather couldn't be better!