Less than a week to go, thank God. She’s ran out of space to expand downwards, and is now just getting wider. Not evenly, though – one side is decidedly wider than the other.
A dog’s uterus is “U” shaped, with two horns, so chances are that Delilah is carrying more puppies in one horn than she is in the other. This would explain why she’s lopsided. Poor girl. It can’t be comfortable.
I swear, time and time again, that I will strictly limit my posting of puppy photos. After all, like all new mommas I would happily shove stacks of photos of little pink bellied puppies into your face, oblivious to the fact that most people just don’t care.
Puppies at this age, I am willing to admit, share more in common with hamsters than they do with full grown French Bulldogs, but even the most jaded of blog readers is going to have to cut me some slack, and sit back while I share with you the absolute cutest photographs of all time.
Gaze in wonder at the tiny leetle toesies, the peeking pink tongue, and the itsy bitsy little eye capsules.
Ooh and aah at the matching teeny pink tongues, and the adorable polka dotsy nose freckles.
I admit it, I am addicted to taking photographs of Frenchie Babies… and I’m not joining any twelve step programs, either. The rest of my secret stash is over here, on Flickr.
I swear, time and time again, that I will strictly limit my posting of puppy photos. After all, like all new mommas I would happily shove stacks of photos of little pink bellied puppies into your face, oblivious to the fact that most people just don’t care.
Puppies at this age, I am willing to admit, share more in common with hamsters than they do with full grown French Bulldogs, but even the most jaded of blog readers is going to have to cut me some slack, and sit back while I share with you the absolute cutest photographs of all time.
Gaze in wonder at the tiny leetle toesies, the peeking pink tongue, and the itsy bitsy little eye capsules.
Ooh and aah at the matching teeny pink tongues, and the adorable polka dotsy nose freckles.
I admit it, I am addicted to taking photographs of Frenchie Babies… and I’m not joining any twelve step programs, either. The rest of my secret stash is over here, on Flickr.
I love this photo – it embodies everything you see in a truly good French Bulldog mommy, namely endless and unceasing worry.
This is Bun’s perpetual expression if the pups wander too far away. It’s tiring being a new mommy, no matter what species you are.
New puppy photos here, if you’re not sick of them yet.. ha!
I love my satellite radio. I have to love it, because the alternative, out here in the redneck backwoods middle o’ no place where I live, is rather limited.
When it comes to radio, I can choose from:
a) classic rock, which is code for ‘crap from the seventies that people who drive Camaros listen to’
b) country, which is code for ‘crap that people who drive pick up trucks listen to’
c) CBC radio, which is code for ‘like NPR, but without the Car Guys or a budget’
So, I listen to XM Satellite, mourning the lack of anything approaching Canadian content (hello, Americans! I’d like to apologize, on behalf of my entire country, for the proliferation of Nickelback on your radio stations. In my defense, I voted to have Chad dumped on an ice flow with an angry polar bear and a plastic spork for self defense, but I was out voted). I flip around, finding some Feist here, a little Social Distortion there, and my new personal favorite artist, “Matisyahu“, who is definitely among the top ten Orthodox Jewish Reggae singers in the world.
Sean has different musical tastes than I do. I don’t like to disparage the man, but let me just say one thing – Journey. He really, really likes Journey. He also really, really likes Dave Mathews, enough to have put Dave Mathews on ‘artist alert’, which means that any time any satellite station plays a Dave Mathews song, the radio ‘beeps’ and displays the song title and station it’s playing on.
I’ve learned something in the past few weeks – at any time of the day or the night, someone, someplace on Sirius or XM is playing a Dave Mathews song. It’s usually ‘Crash Into Me’, but not always. Sometimes, it’s a live jam band version of one the very talented Mr. Mathews’ songs. Sometimes, it’s acoustic. Whatever it is, somewhere right now, it’s being played. Which is fun, in that it means that every two seconds my satellite radio unit will beep, eager to ensure I don’t miss the chance to wash myself in Dave’s very special, middle of the road goodness.
Thankfully, I found the manual and managed to remove Dave from the favorite artist playlist, because I was about to toss the unit out the window. Let’s see how Sean enjoys being beeped at every time a Nickelback song plays.
More Bunny pups photos down below – and they’re all organized into one big collection, right here on Flickr.