Buddy the French Bulldog has possibly the most ear piercing death yodel I have ever heard out of a French Bulldog.
As of this moment, he is the penultimate winner of the “Death Yodel Championship Trophy”. If you think your dog has what it takes to beat him, send me a link to a video of them in action.
Elliott and Barb at the FBDCA Nationals in Texas
Remember
Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Barb got her first show dog 35+ years ago – an Afghan Hound out of Kelly’s Big John. She has finished, shown and bred Afghans, Cockers and Akitas. When Barb got old and fat, she decided to acquire her first French Bulldog, figuring that she might as well own dogs who were as happy to sit on the couch as she was.
Her first French Bulldog was Citadell’s Shotsilk Hillary, who she co owned with Norma Gibson Smith of ‘Amron’ French Bulldogs. It was Norma who handled Ch Bullmarket Versace during his show career and to his BOB win at the Gardens. Hillary was out of Ch. Jaguar’s Ajax Rocko and Ch Smashers Francine. She had two litters of puppies, and produced four champions, and was the Grandmother of Daisy, Ch. Firesides’ Snow Belle, foundation bitch of Fabelhaft French Bulldogs. Hillary lived to fourteen years of age, each day of which she spent fervently wishing that Barb would get rid of the rest of the dogs. Barb and Norma bred and co owned several French Bulldogs together, and still co breed from time to time.
Barb met Carol when she and Norma purchased Roseanne, Bullmarket A&A Striped Ts. Barb quickly discovered the joys of both owning a dog that was possibly smarter than the average human, and of trying to get Carol to return her phone calls.
In addition to breeding and showing dogs, Barb was a professional dog groomer for thirty years.
Barb Brown passed away on December 19, 2009 after a long illness. She is much missed by her family, and her friends.
In Lieu of flowers, a donation to French Bulldog Village rescue is requested.
James Delorey's dog, Chance, sits in the front passenger seat of the hearse carrying the boy's casket to church on Monday.
From the Chronicle Herald –
SYDNEY — The tiny casket holding the body of James Delorey moved through the church, covered in spruce branches placed there by some of the men and women who searched for the boy for two days before they found him in the woods clinging to life.
His dog, Chance, standing sentinel over the boy even in death, silently followed his master’s coffin past nearly 400 mourners.
James Delorey is the young Autistic boy who wandered away from his home in rural Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. James, who was not verbal, had followed Chance away from the family home. Chance stayed with James to the very end, returning home just a few hours before James was finally found.
| Seven-year-old James Delorey’s casket is followed by his dog Chance as it is taken from Holy Redeemer Catholic Church in Whitney Pier, near Sydney on Monday. (ANDREW VAUGHAN / The Canadian Press)
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The boy’s dog, Chance, was led into the church behind the casket. Chance sat in the front passenger seat of the hearse and could be seen poking his head out the window as the funeral procession made its way through the neighbourhood.
James, who had autism and did not speak, went missing on Dec. 5 after following Chance into the woods.
Frantic search
Hundreds of volunteers and search and rescue crew members descended on South Bar, near Sydney, to look for the boy during the snowstorm that began shortly after his disappearance.
Chance returned to the family home two days later, sparking renewed hope in the search for James. As one team of searchers followed Chance’s tracks back into the woods, another team working from the opposite direction found James.
Rescue workers touch James Delorey’s casket after the funeral. (CBC)He was huddled in the fetal position in an area of thick brush and snow about a kilometre from his home. Unconscious and suffering from severe hypothermia, he died early the next day after he was rushed to the IWK Health Centre in Halifax in critical condition.
There was an imprint in the snow next to where James was found, where Chance had apparently huddled with the boy to keep him warm.
Scary Santa Owns Your Soul
Check it out –
http://www.sketchysantas.com/2009/12/thanks-fbv.html
Proud to be the ONLY ‘dogs with Santa’ on Sketchy Santas. Sort of.
Out of Chicago comes the most awesome fund raising idea in the history of French Bulldog fund raisers – a Tat Fest!
From Chicago Now –
I’m sure if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know how obsessed I am with my French bulldogs. We actually rescued one of our pups, Marshall, through the Chicago French Bulldog Rescue, a truly incredible organization that devotes so much time and money to bettering the lives of Chicago’s Frenchies.
This Saturday, the amazing tattoo artists from Insight Studios are donating their talents to the rescue.
On December 19 and 20 Insight Studios will be having a benefit for The Chicago French Bulldog Rescue. We will be donating 100% of the profits on those two days to help out The Chicago French Bulldog Rescue. Since these benefits are usually busy, we will NOT be taking appointments. It will be a “first come-first served” basis. Make sure you tell us you are here for the benefit.
Read the rest on Chicago Now, where you’ll also here the story behind this awesome tattoo of a little Frenchie named Gatsby –
French Bulldog Tattoo
I have my own French Bulldog tattoo, on the back of my left ankle. It’s based on this photo, of Bullmarket Versace as a puppy –
It was not particularly well done – I picked out a random, ‘open all night’ tattoo place on Yonge Street, and walked in on a whim, pulling this photo of out my wallet. I wanted it done with angel wings – a sort of guardian angel Frenchie, if you will. It turned out looking more like a small, squat gargoyle. I put up with it for years, and finally decided to have it removed, and better version done over top of it.
Timing, in this case, was everything – the weekend I had the first tattoo removal done, Rebel – Bullmarket Versace – dropped dead.
Coincidence? Of course. But still, a rather strange one that still bothers me to this day.
At any rate, if you’re in Chicago and in the market for some new ink, now would be the time to get it done. And hey, even if you aren’t, why not drop in and lend them support, and maybe make a donation. You just might get inspired to get your own Frenchie immortalized. Just do me a favor – don’t ever get it removed, if you get one.
