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....
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....
Friday, January 21, 2011
SNOW! I LOVE IT!
Boy, where has the time gone? I haven't blogged for months! But that's because Donna was so busy during the holiday season doing craft shows and filling orders for her two on-line shops, The Fab Frenchie and Arriving In Style. You can see more about them on the right side of the page. But now it's January and we've had some awesome snow, and yesterday was the best of all! I love snow--it's so much fun to run around in and lick up. The only problem is that so much snow fell yesterday, I practically get buried in it! It comes all the way up to my chest, which is a problem when I'm trying to go potty. My poor little weenie is completely buried in the snow! Oh, well. Small price to pay for having all that fun! My Bengal hoodie keeps me warm even though I refuse to keep the hood over my ears. Mommy doesn't let me stay out too long, though. She's a bit overprotective--you know how moms are!
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