Mr Putty Pants Stays Goes Extreme

I'm away with my humans again staying at a little B&B called Rose Cottage in Picton. Being the curious little fellow that I am, I rummaged around and checked into everything I could reach. My human handler, New Big Friend, seen here, informed me we would be doing some extreme sports today. What's that? Funny humans!

Not knowing what to wear, I put on my stout boots and dashing cap then settled myself in for breakfast. Come on, chop chop with the grub, there's a hungry fellow here.

I needed to kill some time waiting for the humans to finish eating, so I entertained myself with a small human who was staying here. I tried to get her to move over and share her cool rocker but she was not compliant.

So I put on my best funny face to distract her...

...but I only ended up making her cry. I quickly departed in order to escape the glares of the still eating humans.

Finally we get out of the house and into the countryside. My human handlers have decided to go rock climbing and insist I come with them. I don't think so, look at that, it's straight up.

I protested and refused to budge. There's nothing that can make me move from here.

Those cunning humans, they planted a bag of chocolates up the cliff knowing I can't resist them. So up I clamber...urg...I better not get my mittens dirty!

Extreme Putty on the cliff face, watch out below rocks will be falling. Ha, ha, look at them scurry out of the way.

Ah ha, I've reached the bag of chocolates, this is where I stop...and of course, gobble down some delicious goodies. Yum!

After an exhilarating day on death defying climbing, dropping rocks on my humans and feeling rather well rounded from eating my favourite food, I was ready for dinner. Come on with the food, what's with the service around here.

After dinner New Big Friend and I take a late night stroll down to the river to check out what's going on. Humm, apparently nothing.

So we headed back and fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Oh the life of an extreme adventurer.

Mr Putty Pants On The Loose

In June, my humans and I went on a road trip to Prince Edward County. I stopped to admire the lilacs blooming at the side of the road. That's me, the handsome fellow on the fence.

Not content with viewing from a distance, I managed to clamber up a tree and get cozy with the blossems. Yum, smells good.

After falling out of the tree, I needed to gather my wits and relax a bit. Since I bruise like a peach, I decided I'd better be more careful in future. Perhaps I'll take a nice little stroll across this field.

Feeling exhausted from an invigorating march across the field, I came to another fence...urg...I'm tired but managed to struggle over, pricking my bottom on a branch..ouch. Not sure where to go, I decided to follow the fenceline for a bit.

Hey what's this, a gate? I wished I'd seen this before I heaved myself over that darn fence. My bottom still hurts.

Look at all these signs...opps, I guess I'm in BIG trouble, ha, ha! But being a considerate and thoughtful little fellow, I decided to open the gate so everyone could come and go more easily. Time to go and find my humans, I can hear them calling for me somewhere down the road.

Mr Putty Pants Attends A Birthday Party

I'm on my way to Katie's birthday party. I managed to snag this colourful balloon off some unsuspecting kid so I wouldn't arrive empty handed.

Whilst the humans are busy talking and drinking, I'm left to supervise the party participants. That's Katie the birthday girl in the front, with Tess and Jack. I like to keep my eye on them to make sure they misbehave in the appropriate manner.

Mary Jane was so happy to see me she gave me a big hug and insisted I sit with her. Women can't resist my roguish charm and pinchable bottom.

Mary Jane sneaks me a drink....she's my kind of girl.

My girlfriend Sharin must have got jealous with all the attention I was getting so she snatched me away to spend some quality time with her and her devil dog Jack.

Being the social sort of fellow I am, I made the rounds and spoke with everybody. Here I am talking with my good friend Gary about producing an animated movie about myself. I'm also digging his cool shades which he didn't notice me swiping...oops!

Back in Mary Jane's lap, I visit with one of my favourite little nieces, Hoku. Look how she loves her uncle Putty.

Here's the panorama of human drunkeness I had to deal with. Well okay, I'm a little drunk too but that's Mary Jane's fault...good thing I'm not driving.

Since nobody's paying any attention, I'm going cut myself a couple more pieces of cake...ha, ha, all gone. It was a great party...hiccup!

Another One Of Mr Putty Pant's Strange Friends.

I'm sure he must be a relative of mine.

Mr Putty Pants Gets Out The Big Guns.

My handlers took me with them to visit a friend up in "The County". They tried to stash me at the house and go out, but I had other ideas.
I discovered this rather marvelous big gun just waiting for an inquisitive little fellow like me to set it loose from it's moorings and try a test launch.

Hummm, let me see what happens if I pull this lever.

Urg, it seems to be stuck. Maybe if I jiggle it a bit something will happen.

Since my jiggling didn't accomplish much I climbed up to have a look down the sights to see what I can line up.

It's a good thing I've got my sturdy boots on to clamber around on this thing. One needs to be properly prepared for these things.

Ah ha, I see Girly across the street. Now I've got her in my sights...FIRE...I said FIRE...wait, why isn't anything happening here?

Urg...I guess I'll have to go investigate this contraption.

Let me have a look down here.

Oh, how disappointing, it's not loaded. And here I was all set to have a little fun with Girly in my sights and all. Oh, oh, she's spotted me, here she comes...I got to go.

Mr Putty Pant's Cool Turtle Dance Friend.

This little guy's got rhythm, just like me. We're gonna hook up and go clubbing just as soon as I can wrangle the car off of my human handlers and make my escape. See yah at the clubs.

Mr Putty Pants Celebrates Canada Day

My handlers decided to leave me on my own for Canada Day. I was not overly amused but here I am showing off my pride of my country.

Since they left me up to my own devices, well you know, being a rather rascally fellow, I created my own celebration. Happy Canada Day...oh,
my aching woolly little head!