I am often asked why I won’t ship my French Bulldogs. In a few instances, I’ve actually been berated for it by ‘potential buyers’ who I suppose assume I’m just being difficult, elitist or unrealistic.
When Terisa Acevedo’s house burned down, it wasn’t the loss of her belongings that broke her heart – it was the loss of her one year old Dachshund, Lola. Acevedo was sure that Lola had either burned to death in the fire, or had escaped and was wandering, lost, in her Hyde Park, Massachusetts neighborhood. In the freezing cold February weather, that would have been a death sentence for a little dog like Lola.
On St. Patrick’s Day, even the FRENCH Bulldogs are Irish! But we won’t be letting them drink any green beer.
There’s a limited amount of fun one can usually expect to get for $20, but when you spend that money on a sock monkey bed that’s just perfectly puppy sized, your fun-bucks seem to go waaaay farther.
More photos after the cut.
The kids enjoying their breakfast - raw turkey and goats milk
Bunny’s kids are growing up so quickly!
Last week, they were interested in eating mainly as a novelty, but this week everyone (almost everyone) attacks the food dish like a pack of piranhas as soon as I put it down. Frank is the only holdout (there’s one in every litter). He’d much rather just have his mom feed him, thanks – all that sticking your head into a bowl seems like too much work. In part because of this, he’s no longer the ‘big’ boy – his brother Friday is now the larger of the two. It’s not like Frank is thin – he’s just not bigger than his brother any more. Billie, on the other hand, looks forward to eating like an addict looks forward to crack. As soon as we enter the room, she screams like a banshee until you drop the dish in front of her, at which time she’ll actually climb right into it to stake out a prime eating spot if you don’t stop her.
At just under five weeks old, the kids still toddle on their feet a bit unsteadily. It’s adorable to see them climbing into their litter box to poop, especially since doing so is quite a production number for them. It’s not easy climbing in and out of that doorway when the edge is the height of your shoulder! I love litter box trained puppies. Between that and their raw diet, it’s a joy come into their room every morning. No big messy piles of poop with footprints through the middle of it, and no sopping wet newspaper to peel off of the floor.
I am working on installing the new version of iLife, and giving myself a crash course in how to use it, so hopefully a video update this weekend. In the meantime, enjoy some photos!