Look at this card I found at Anthro! It’s like it was made for me, non?
A few things to note:
-The tennis ball is size extra-tiny and Puppy McPuppersons still can’t grab it
-Because he is so STUMPY* and must resort to hopping like a bunny-frog
-His name is Hamilton Wesley
-When I have a Frenchie I will name him something distinguished like Hamilton or Ernie
*I mean this in the cutest possible sense of the word
I. Want. One. Now.
This week’s edition of Frenchie Friday needs a little bit of background:
In the Blue Room this week, we’ve been learning about the five senses. I was perusing our school’s library looking for some books about smell (which are hard to come by, believe you me), when I stumbled across a title:
Bingo! A book about a nose! I pulled it off the shelf, and GUESS WHAT I SAW:
*** FRENCH BULLDOG FRENCH BULLDOG FRENCH BULLDOG!!!!***
Shouts of “Frenchie Friday!” were heard throughout the school.*
If that’s not fate, I don’t know what is.
*Okay, they were heard throughout the library.
Mike always tells me I can’t get a dog because I won’t have time for it, but look at all these BUSY celebs that own Frenchies!
I’ll never let go!
If Martha has time to dress her Frenchies in pearl-studded sweaters, so do I.
Just another reason why French Bulldogs are the coolest dogs ever…