My Sweet Life

Yes, life is sweet when you're a French Bulldog. I spend my days being pampered by two retired people, Jack and Donna, who think I'm just the best thing ever (next to velcro shoes and elastic waistbands, that is). My days are filled with romping in the yard, chasing insects, lazy naps under the patio table, and doggie treats given lovingly just because I'm so cute! What could be better?
Donna tries to teach me "obedience" and cute little tricks, then rewards me with delightful tidbits and treats. Don't tell her, but I believe she's the one being trained. We Frenchies have our ways--I do just enough to make her think she's making progress with me and get rewarded for my hard work. Then, sadly, by the next day I seem to forget what I learned, and poor Donna has to work oh-so-diligently with me again, rewarding me with more luscious morsels. Ah, well, it's fun while it lasts, but I think she's going to catch on soon....

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Gender Identity Crisis

Can you believe this? Donna made me model this frilly little fleece coat for her etsy shop, theFabFrenchie. It is adorable, but what if Bailey, the boxer next door had seen me? I'd never hear the end of it!  Well, I guess it's better than the alternative, which would be to get a female French Bulldog to model the girly stuff. I'm not sharing my domain with another dog! Guess I'll just have to put up with modeling the girl clothes...I do look pretty cute! Don't tell anyone I said that!
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