Redhawk Caldera What do you call a French dog that loves potatoes?

Cameo~!

The bundle of turd-colored fur was roused from sleep by the belligerent punch of a paw against the crown of his head. After that came a shuffling as tiny claws pricked at him and scraped him from the floor, sending him rolling backwards. He was slow to respond — lost in a dream where all he saw was the color red, not that he knew what that was. When the back of his head connected with the cavern floor he finally hiccupped and began to cry.