Archive for category: French Bulldog Stuff

Dog World Magazine in the UK has leaked the news that the Kennel Club has released revised standards to the breed clubs where such revisions were deemed necessary.

For French Bulldogs, changes are to be made to:

French Bulldog: Characteristics, head, eyes, ears, neck, body, hindquarters, tail.

This doesn’t really tell us much about just what, exactly, is being changed (other than almost everything, from the looks of this list). Where in all of this will we see suggestions to improve genetic health? Is there going to be a statement to judges to push them to choose only French Bulldogs with exemplary breathing? We really have no way of knowing, until an actual copy of the revised standard is released to the public.

You can see the full list plus comments here.

Our showing year is over for the moment – the weather in Ontario is notoriously bad in January and February, and our entries will be low. We’ll be heading back out in March, when the kids will also be old enough to hit the show ring. Puppies to show! What fun. I never expect my babies to do much, other than to have fun and be as adorable as possible. It’s mainly about getting them socialized and acclimated to the ring, as opposed to really winning anything.

Plus, hello? Itty bitty baby Frenchie puppies waddling around the ring? It doesn’t get much cuter than that. Speaking of cute, here are some photos of Ms. Heart, hanging out with our friend Kelly’s big Bullmastiff boy, Winston. Small, but mighty adorable is our little Miss…

I’ve been doing my semi annual “clean every damn thing in the house” ritual, for lo these last 48 hours. I’m pretty thorough about it, too – everything gets taken off shelves and dusted, from books to knick knacks.

Today, that involved cleaning and dusting all the crap stuff on my downstairs bookshelves, including the fugly “where the hell did I pick that up?” wooden folk art ram that usually sits on the top shelf. Here’s a close up of the ram, in his normal place atop the book shelf:

When bad collectibles happen to good people.

OK, sorta creepy, but nothing too out of the ordinary. As usual, when I dust I take everything down, and put it wherever I can find space. In this case, I stuck the ram on the window sill, next to the TV. I then forgot all about it, until Sean walked downstairs and asked me “What the hell Tula and Delilah were doing”.

What they were doing, apparently, was worshiping at the altar of their new personal God, the wooden ram.

"What was that, Lord Ram? Kill the humans in their sleep?"

You have to put this in context, OK? Tula and Delilah did not move from underneath the windowsill for a good twenty minutes. Occasionally, Delilah would get a little overly enthusiastic and try to climb up closer to the windowsill, in which case Tula would lay a beating on her, and then they’d both go back to their previous poses of attentive worship.

Delilah gets closer to God

Twenty minutes. My dogs can’t stay focused on a steak for twenty minutes, let alone a wooden statue. It was starting to get a little bit creepy, so we put Lord Ram back up on top of the book shelf.

Didn’t help.

Oh Sky Ram, we still love you...

After about two hours of this, Tula had pretty much lost most of her interest. Not Delilah, though. She remained faithful – so faithful, in fact, that I felt compelled to break out the video camera.

It could be worse, I suppose. We could have had to break it to her that there’s no Santa Claus. Nah, she’d never believe that. My dogs KNOW there’s a Santa, and that they’re all on the ‘nice’ list, no matter how naughty they’ve been all year!