Pillow vs Floor

Bonjour ~Mnsr Cutter here~

I must say that sleeping on the bed on the pillow is much preferred to the floor. Unless it is very hot in the house and the only cool place is under the bed on the floor. It used to be dusty under there, but Pepper and I have been crawling around under there so much most of it we've drug out with our tails.

It got so hot here last week running out to bark at the neighbor dogs really wasn't worth the effort. Even sticking your nose out the door took more effort than it was usually worth.

Scooter told me he went for a ride in the car with the top down and thought it might help cool him down. He tells me that the air was as hot blowing at him as it was just standing still. I don't think he really was any cooler when he got back from the store, because he was huffing and puffing that noise he makes when he pants. That little rollie pollie fluff ball sure can make some noises.

The other night we were out for a WALK and Lucy Kitty was with us. I must be getting used to her because I wasn't paying much attention to where she was. Next thing I knew she jumped right over the back of me and landed right in front of my nose. I didn't even have time to blink and she hopped away. I just had to turn around and check to see if it had really happened. By the way Mom was laughing I took it as a confirmation that that darn cat had in fact jumped over this Papillon and landed with that hinney right in my face. The nerve. I made sure to keep a good eye out for a future ambush that night, but she must have realized I was on my A game now and kept her distance.

Well that's it for now - Pepper is harrassing me to let her have a go at the keyboard, and I need to chew on a bone for a little while.

Adieu ~Cutter~

Ice Cubes.

Bon Jour.

Mnsr. Cutter here.

I have discovered that ice cubes are natures best remedy for hot weather. Not only can you lick them for water and cool tongue, but you can also lay on them and cool off your belly.

Plus if you lay on them there is less chance of Pepper stealing them from you.

Adieu
Mnsr. Cutter

Escape Artist in Training.

Bon Jour. Mnsr Cutter here.

I'm working on it. I've made the break to the neighbors yard twice now. I haven't even shown Mom where it is or how I do it. She says she's got a head scratcher that's for sure. However my ears didn't get a single scritch and there were no scratches for this head.

So far I haven't managed to make the break in time to actually run into those 3 dogs, but time will tell. Mom just hopes I realize that English Bulldogge puppy has about 50 lbs on me and I'd better be a bit nicer than my manners are through the fence.

The best one was last night at 1:30 when Mom had to trapse through the yard with a flashlight looking for me. She says for a white dog I sure don't show up very well in the dark. Hee, hee, hee. She was looking in the wrong yard. I never left ours. I'm just a little scared of the dark, because I'm no where near as brave as daylight.

Well that was my fun weekend.

Adieu - Mnsr Cutter.

All the body Movements in Less Than a Mile.

Bon Jour ~ Mnsr. Cutter here.

Taking me for a car ride is not such a good idea. Within the first 1/4 mile I shit on the car seat. You know that 2 seater convertible Mom drives. I did a double bonus by swinging my ass over the end of the seat onto her purse.

We stopped seconds later at the corner store so she could leave me all alone in the car after cleaning up the car. Did I mention all alone?

So I peed in the car. On the seat. Used to drive the car.

I vomited on the drive home as well. Passenger seat just to keep up with the rotation.

Guess what Mom did this afternoon to her car. It involved a huge wet sucky machine and lots of angry looks.

Looks like car training will be a little less intensive in the next couple days.

Adieu ~ Cutter~

LEASH!!

Bon Jour ~Mnsr Cutter~

Yipes - I'm hooked to Pepper on a LEASH.

Gotta run.

Adieu ~Cutter~

Survey Says!

Bon Jour ~Mnsr Cutter~

Take this survey and send me your answers! (or you can just put them in your diary and eveyone can read them--like I did)

What is your name? Cutter.

What other nicknames do you have? CutterButter, Cuts, Mr. Man, Butter, CutterCutterCutterCutterCutter. Romeo.

What breed are you? Phalene (Papillon w/ drop ears)

Where were you born? I don't know.

Where do you live now? Seattle, Washington

What is your favorite toy? Mom's stinky socks.

What is your favorite store? The store Mom buys her stinky socks at.

How many toys do you have? One for each day of the week at least.

What brand of food do you eat? The stuff in the bowl.

Wet or dry food? Dry.

What is your favorite color? The color of the Bulldogge puppy in the yard next door.

Are you bad when nobody's looking? I am.

Are you friendly? Not at all. I'm still very scared from my puppy mill life.

Are you overweight? Not at all.

Do you eat people food? Cheese is my favorite.

Do you eat bugs? Probably.

Do you live with other animals? Yes. Dogs of course. Plus 2 cats. I've given up on the Indy Kitty. But that Lucy Kitty that WALKS with us at night worries me. You never see her otherwise.

Do you like to exercise? I was born to run.

Do you like car rides? Barf-O-Laah

Do you get into stuff? I can't help myself.

Do you like to swim? Not sure.

What is your favorite treat? Cheese, No, Chicken, No, Greenies, No, Cat food - so confused.

Do you shed? I think I grew up in a shed - but so far not really.

What's the funniest thing you ever did? Turned around on a WALK and saw Lucy Kitty right in front of my face and fell off the wall I was standing on.

What's the bravest thing you ever did? Sniffed Lucy Kitty on a WALK.

Are you neutered? Unfortunately and recently yes.

Are you a social animal? To the ladies of the house.

Collar or harness? Collar now.

Retractable or regular leash? Me and Pepper are on a dual leash.

Ceramic, Metal or Plastic bowls? Ceramic & Stainless Steel.

Do you sleep in a crate? Most of my life. Now I sleep on the corner of the bed and snore.

Do you have a dog bed? I have a blanket on the floor if I want.

Do you have a doghouse? No.

Do you belong to any dog clubs? Not yet - I'm too shy.

How does your owner describe you? A Romeo romancing all the girls. Shy and charming. Tentative around strangers.

Adieu ~Cutter~

What Kind of Ice Cream are you?

Bon Jour ~Mnsr Cutter~

My good friend Austin tagged me for the ice cream game.

What kind of ice cream are you ?

Here we go......Mom has to help me with this one. She says she doesn't like ice cream so I've never had it or seen it. This should be called what kind of Cheese do you look like BOL.

I am not going to tag any friends, but I'll tell everyone what kind of ice cream I look like. Sprinkles count too!

I look like Vanilla Ice Cream w/ Carmel and Cinnamon. I wonder if I'm as tasty as that sounds.

Adieu ~Cutter~

No Wet Paws = Sunshine.

Mnsr. Cutter - bon jour

I must say that the freedom of the backyard and running all around it is the best thing in my new dog life. I will run no matter what. I have my own path up the fence beat in. I run all the time. Up the yard, down the back side, up to the deck, into the house, back up the yard and around the back shed. Just to check out if any dogs might be out on either side of the fence.

Running is what I like to do.

Running is what I Really like to do.

Every place I was running over a few weeks ago (months in dog years) all of a sudden is filled in. Used to be dirt. Called "garden" now. Or more specific "GET OUT of the GARDEN". Now when I burst through the "foliage" I get the look.

I think I might make sure my doo goes right into one of those spots I'm not supposed to run through. In fact I feel the need to run right and doo such a task.

Running is what I like to do.

Adieu -Mnsr. Cutter-

Squirt Bottle

Mnsr. Cutter here

At this house it is called a "squirt bottle". I can't really tell them what torture device it was called at the puppymill I came from. I do however know what it is.

All of us spent the day in the yard watching Mom work and pull perfectly good green stuff out of the "garden" (which was "dirt" when I got here). We got talked to about walking in it, stepping on it, running through it, just about to the point of plain looking at it. Mom told me she was "weeding".

I just wanted to know what those 3 dogs next door were doing, those 2 mean neighbor dogs were doing (who have now been built their own fenced part of the fenced yard - yea), the dogs a couple houses away, the dog a few streets over - well all the noises. I am very quick on my yard explorations - I am greased lightening. I bark my own announcement from corner to corner of the yard.

Not too long into my charge up the hillside through the "garden" and back down the path I have made, also referred to as the "garden" Mom had had it.

Everypup backed down when she came outside with a "squirt bottle". She knew the ORIGINALS would know what it was, but did not expect that Pepper and I would know as well. I saw it and hunkered down waiting for the worst.

I saw her - Mom about cried at how I was ready to just take my punishment and not make a "break" for it. I was after all out in the middle of the yard. I love my Mom even more because all she did was look at me and say "Cutter NO BARK". I got the message.

Quiet as a churchmouse all day long after that. Even when I could see those 3 dogs next door. I never got squirted at all.

I now also know what "NO BARK" means. No pain - all the gain in knowledge. Thank you Mom.

Mnsr. Cutter out.

I am Greased Lightening.

Mnsr. Cutter here.

You may call me greased lightning - I call it freedom.

To dig my toes in the grass, to run the length of the yard, to run, run, run after years of being confined. Yep I enjoy my freedom. My barks are to express my freedom of bark. Happiness for sure.

I have burned a track in the new smelly red stuff called "bark" (I have yet to hear it yip at all) and up one side of the new "fence". The fence inside a fence to keep me away from the mean, nasty dogs. I still tease them but I am so far out of reach it really isn't very much fun any more. Besides - I am corrupting the new puppy next door. The ones that it's humans said "oh he doesn't know how to bark". BOL. When Sampson the Olde English Bulldogge puppy sits at the fence now, I bark at him and he wHuuuffs. I bark and bark and bark and bark. And he Sniffs and then Huffffffsssss. I bark and bark and bark and bark. Sampson wHuuuuffs and sits there. He drools too.

His little wuffs are getting louder, but he really doesn't have that much enthusiasm. I asked Mom if we should be worried and she told me he is just very young and learning the world.

Whatever - I've got a yard to defend and to cover. Misty and Scooter are only worried about things called "SQUIRRELS" but so far I've only seen a couple from way far away. So I'm not sure what the excitement is about. I have a whole yard to defend from those human children making all that noise. They squeal and laugh and giggle and yell and repeat a bunch of times. How is a dog to get used to this stuff?

Plus I'm scared of the dark. Did you know it is dark out there? Cats can sneak up and smack you. Did you know there is no shadow for you to follow to be brave. It's all just you, the cat and the dark.

I can run like greased lightning though when I run into a cat in the dark and then mow over Mom in the process to run to safety. I'd say both our noggins have the same lump. Mom's from getting bowled over and hitting the deck. Mine from hitting the door that wasn't open yet.

Cat still should pay for sitting there and cleaning her paw off and giving me the stink eye.

Mnsr. Cutter Out.