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....

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Kennel Kalamity

Last week I spent some time at the kennel, since Jack and Donna went on one of their trips. I had an awesome time playing with the other dogs all day at the Doggie Daycare. But then it happened. Somehow, I got a little cut on my face and they wouldn't let me play anymore. Boy was I sad! My mommy and daddy took me to the vet who said it had become a "hot spot", and gave me some medicine to take. My face got all better by the next day but I still have to take the pills. Donna puts them in a piece of cheese, so I really don't mind. In fact, I look forward to taking my pill every day. I hope she still gives me cheese when the pills are all gone!
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