To Bark or Not to Bark.

Mr. Cutter here.

I am still having trouble with this new stuff in the yard Mom put on the ground called "bark". I'm always getting in trouble for running through it, standing on it, digging in it, rolling in it and sometimes just for Looking at it. I get the issue with the digging, running and standing on it. However rolling and looking at it is definate must!

There is a bucket outside the door I have to have my toes dipped into before I can come back in the house anymore. I am not fond of this so you can imagine that catching me is quite the game. I'm told this I'll be broken of, but I have tricks under my paw still to use. I pulled out the duck under the deck where nobody can get you last night. I was successful at evading capture but Mom just turned all the lights out so I had to run home. I'm scared to be in the backyard in the dark by myself. I count that as even I guess.

The other bark I am always taking grief for is the one all us pups know. Our true voices we need to share with the world. Even though all the other dogs in the neighborhood get to bark their greetings left and right, at this house we are told to use our "summer voices" and to "zip it". I don't know what either of them are, but Misty and Scooter sure clam up most of the time. It takes a SQUIRREL or the dogs next door we can see to keep them expressing freedom of speech.

All in all this stuff on the ground is messing with my true barking ability. I did ask Mom to perhaps get rid of it all, but she said I had a better shot at losing my bark instead. I didn't push it after that insane comment. Lose my bark indeed. I agree with Scooter - she's losing her mind in her old age (he told me how old she was in dog years - BOL!!!).

Mr. Cutter Out.

Bark - a Different Kind.

Mr. Cutter here~

Bark - typically means a sound a dog makes. Correct?

Bark - apparently is delivered by a truck and spread over the ground for dogs to run in/through/over and dig in. All of which you are yelled at for doing. Or is that "barked" at BOL.

Bark - gives you a foot bath every morning and night and causes Mom to grumble under her breath over Papillon paws. I checked them out, and I have no issues with them before they have to be cleaned. A dog wonders...

Bark - sticks in your fur. Especially if it is really long and luxurious like my buddy Scooters. I've seen him fling his tail in "innocence" and send some good stuff flying. Not that I'd ever give out his secret.

Bark - good too pee in.

Ciao

Sock Patrol

Mr. Cutter here.

The best thing in the world is feet. Feet get you around. Feet dig at the ground. Feet paw in the air for attention. Feet on humans contain socks. An essential to this dogs sleep. Call a stinky sock my Teddy Bear, my Security Blanket, a must have.

Stinky socks are the best flavor. To lick and shake them around is bliss. Sneaking them into bed is heaven. Extra points when you wake Mom up with the smell of her own sock in my mouth. I steal them from the laundry room at the far end of the house when I can.

The weather warmed up over the weekend into the 70's and Mom said that is warm for here and walked around sockless. Yep her paw pads were touching the earth. The sniffs and smells. The temptation of bare toes. It's alot to ask of a guy. Thus the sock in-frustuation...

Ciao ~Cutter~

Mixed Signals.

Mr. Cutter here.

I was just trying to encourage and reward. Just like Mom does for me.

I think the same look was on her face as in on mine when outside hiding and doing the same squat. Yes I squat when I pee.

I'm just learning to go "outside" when I do it. One would think the one training would enjoy the same and not hide behind a door to the bathroom.

Which is why I am confused on why when she was doing a good "hurry up" I barged right in to congratulate her.

I did not know she was actually taking a BATH. Ich!

It did not help that Pepper barged into my butt pushing me over the edge into the water.

Misty's barkstructions only made matters worse.

Mom exploding out of the water and declaring war on us was uncalled for.

It was all just mixed signals and there was no need for all of us to take a bath. Certainly no reason for all the grumbling on Mom's part.

All just mixed signals.

Mr. Cutter out.

Bedding.

Pepper here.

Do you really think you can leave the bed made perfectly?

Do you really think pillows are not fun to dive under and toss off the bed?

Do you really think that wallowing around under the covers isn't fun?

Do you really think I won't keep my furry butt off your "special pillow"?

After all, I do leave you your own stinky sock on the bed for a tip.

Pepper Power Out.

Cats.

Cutter here.

I can't help it. The rear end of the cat smells much better than the front end of the cat.

Plus it doesn't react quite the same to a cold nose shoved up against it.

One is surprised.

The other knows it's coming and smacks you hard in the face.

Cats smell much better at the rear end.

Cio

Cutter

I'm on restriction.

Mr. Cutter here.

Apparently you are not to bark all the time.

Apparently you are not to entice the other dogs to bark.

Apparently you are not to bark at the children playing.

So I"m on leash restriction when we go outside. I have to hang out with Mom. I tried digging in the ground like she was, but I guess weeding is not my calling. I think barking is.

Which is why I'm on restriction.

Until Mom thinks she can "trust me". BOL - in fact that is what I do. BOL, BOL, BOL.

Mr. Cutter out.

Shadow.

Hello.

Again that cat followed us on our WALK. Is it just me or is that crazy?

Everyone(pup) else on the WALK considers it normal.

I'm trying to hold it together, but is there a help line for this issue?

Mr. Cutter out.

Romeo.

Where fur are thee Romeo?

I am here -Sir Cutter.

I continue my romancing. Pepper is under my paws. She has become amourous. She is a wild girl, that Pepper.

I have my heart set on Misty. I see her teasing ways. Playing hard to get and aloof. She growls, but she really means hello. I have a way with the women. The past is my record. Let's just say 5 years in a puppy mill, I have a lot of notches in my rawhide bone.

Ok, so the equipment has been tampered with, but it the only way I know how to get along with the ladies. And who doesn't like to have an ear nibble now and again?

I plan to play hard to get and pay only attention to Pepper. I can see Misty is very jealous and only her stubborn nature is in the way. Soon she will be barking my way.

I know then her heart is won over. It is a dangerous girl I am courting. The challenge and conquest will all be worth it. Ahh, to nibble on her ear.

Sir Cutter out.

I am Cutter le Pew

Monsieur Cutter here.

What can I say? Perhaps it the little bit of French history in my bloodlines? Perhaps it is that I was a stud dog for 4 years. Who is to say. I say it is age old instinct of romance - eh?

Sweetheart - why are you playing so hard to get? I am very cute with my tail a-wagging, no? How about if I nibble ze ear? Oh, you like it rough! I am willing. Hey - come back here you little tease. I chase you if you want.

Toys! Nothing like ze game tug del war. Followed by more rough et le tumble. Enjoy le "wrastle" on l'ocassion, ce'st la moi.

Headed back to bed are you - finally.

WHAT? I'm FIXED???? When did THAT happen? Somebody send me some blue pills......Right now I think I need to go curl up in a corner and reflect.

Au revoir
Msr. Cutter