Fun Stories From Coton Owners

The following stories have been supplied by coton owners … who just LOVE telling stories about their dogs. Hopefully, these stories will give those inquiring about the breed a good insight into the coton. If you have a story to share about your coton, email it to jpccol@ix.netcom.com

Such a Little Ham! Rhett Butler, as I call him when he's being naughty is such a little ham! He is one of 3 dogs in my home, (an English Bulldog "Emily" and a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel "Tara") but he is by far the most spoiled of them all! He has so much personality and spunk that it is impossible to stay angry at him! For example, when he chewed my brand new sandles, he had such a look on his face, as if to say, "well, its your fault for leaving them on the floor" that I just had to laugh!

When I'm having a bad day, little Rhett runs to me and literally begs to be picked up so he can give me little puppy kisses! He knows that he's the "baby" even at a year old and that he can get away with most anything (ususally because I let him)..He's adopted my bulldog as his "big sister" and follows her where ever she goes. Emily is his protector..Rhett is definetly all bark and no bite. The slightest noise sends him either running for the cover of my big bull dog or trying to jump up into my arms so I can sheild him. He's such a funny dog to watch and not a day goes by that I don't find myself laughing at something he's done. I am so happy to have Rhett in my life! He's always got a smile on his face and is always begging to have his little tummy scratched. I wish more people knew what a joy having a Coton in your life really is..they truly are the perfect dog! By: Lorraine Ward <ward@nis.net>

Summertime Blues The late, lamented Andrew (CTCA#3) liked the beach. As his eyes clouded with age (normal laminar growth of the aging canine lens), sun glare bothered him very much. I bought him a pair of wrap around sunglasses so he could lay on his beach chair and watch seagulls (a favorite summertime pursuit). The glasses and his tee-shirt (labeled "Super Stud") made him the hit of Coronado Beach.

Before I met Andy, I felt dressing dogs was only a cut above nipple piercing on the scale of silly human fashion pursuits (my apologies to anyone out there who has a steel ring through one or more of your private parts). No matter my objections to Coton couture. Following a little surgery wherein Andy first got shaved, Andy learned to love sweaters. He'd strut like no other pooch when garbed in a smashing red and white sweater. Andy would bring me his sweaters to put on him even in summer.

There were times when he was very insistent about the dress-up routine. So much so, that to prevent Andy from overheating while he made his fashion statement, I'd find myself writing in my Los Angeles office, the air conditioner turned up to max, my teeth chattering, my hands clutching a coffee cup, while Andy laid cozy in his sweater at my feet.

Years have passed. This winter we're back East. And I sure do miss that eccentric little character who was my best friend for almost 19 years. I know that Andy would have loved to get dressed up and frolic in the Jersey snow.

And the cold doesn't bother me nearly so much anymore... CTCA Club@aol.com

Afraid of His Own Reflection The other day, while sitting at the computer in my bedroom, Snowball began barking at his reflection in the mirrored closet door. He was barking, growling, etc., apparently thinking the reflection was another dog. Finally, he became brave and jumped forward towards this strange dog ... but the strange dog jumped forward too, scareing Snowball so much that he bolted under the bed. jpccol@ix.netcom.com