French Bulldog Profiles – It's the Mae Mae!
Proof positive that Mae Mae is doing swell in her new home comes to us in the form of a whole bunch o’ photos –
We luv ya, Mae – and it looks like your new mommy loves you, too!
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French Bulldog Profiles – Chef in Traverse City
Meet Chef, son of our lovely brindle girl, Paris.
Paris resides in Traverse City, Michigan, where his mom is busy organizing the first annual Traverse City French Bulldog walk. You can learn more about it by joining the TC French Bulldog group, over on Ning.
Chef’s mom writes:
This is Chef…Paris’s baby. He’s a year old now. He loves to chew anything hard…his favorites are old tupperware and OJ containers. Needless to say, he has VERY white teeth.
Check out some photos of the lovely – and white toothed – Chef:
French Bulldog Profiles – Toblerone!
(French Bulldog Profiles is a new feature I’ll be running from time to time. If you’d like me to feature your Frenchie here, send along a few photos, and a short paragraph or two about your pet, to this email address. Links to YouTube videos are also welcome!)
Meet Toby, short for Toblerone!
Toby’s mom Katherine writes –
Hi, this is our baby. His name is Toby, or sometimes ‘the little toblerone’. He is 81/2 weeks old. His favorite things to do is nibble on his dads ears, and try to pull down my sweat pants during our walks. He is our first frenchie and we absolutely love him!!!Best,Katherine and Toby
Here are some photos of the little guy – isn’t he cute?
French Bulldog Profiles – Chaos in Michigan!
(French Bulldog Profiles is a new feature I’ll be running from time to time. If you’d like me to feature your Frenchie here, send along a few photos, and a short paragraph or two about your pet, to this email address. Links to YouTube videos are also welcome!)
Meet Chaos, which is short for Chaos Reigns Supreme. Chaos lives with his mom, Laura Nagel, in Michigan.
Laura writes –
I have a 10 month old Frenchie that I purchased through a breeder in Georgia that I honestly didn’t know a lot about. After seeing a picture and later a short movie of my boy, there was nothing that was going to keep me from him. He was already 3 months old when I got him and he immediately took over my quiet life.
I have been married without any children for over 12 years and have always had pets, but Chaos is something else. Technically known as “Chaos Reigns Supreme” his name couldn’t be more suiting. The energy and happiness with which he exists is exactly what I needed at this point in life.
A quick learner and avid pleaser training has been a breeze begging with potty training (bell training) being complete in a little over 2 weeks. He is a social bug and we take him everywhere with us. He listens so well that we don’t even put him on a leash. I know that he does not conform to the breed standard very closely, but his health is wonderful and that is what really matters to me.
He and his mean cat brother play without regard for anything around them and the session always ends in an energetic race throughout the house and between the furniture which we affectionately call the “frenchie 500”.
The pictures will explain it all!
Delilah is French for "Devil Dog"
It’s quite possible that Delilah wins the ‘weirdest French Bulldog ever‘ award, or at least the award for ‘weirdest French Bulldog ever owned or known by me‘ award.
First of all, she still will not come all the way down the stairs. This is not because she’s incapable of it (unlike Dexter, who’s so large in the head that walking downhill causes him to tumble in a slinky-like fashion).
Our stair routine goes something like this –
The stairs from our basement are open at about the half way mark. Delilah, who has no issues going up the stairs, will only come down as far as the opening on the stairs. She lurks there, popping her head over the edge to see what we’re doing. My computer sits right beneath this opening, and I often look up and see her peeking over the side, checking to see if I’ve decided to spontaneously bake her some dog cookies. If she’s in the mood, she will sometimes leap into my arms from this point when I walk over to see her. Usually, though, she waits until I try to approach her, then bolts back to the top of the stairs. It’s like she thinks I have cooties or something. Once she’s sure I’m safely far away from the stairs, she’ll come back down again, for a second look.
Here’s a video of her playing the stair game with me –
If this isn’t enough, there’s the fact that of all the dogs, she’s the only one of our dogs who just will not come when she is called, thus leaving me to play a little game I like to call “Come and get the nice cookie so Mommy can tackle you like a sausage shaped football, you infuriating little beast”. Actually, the term ‘like to call’ is more of a misnomer for ‘am forced to screech every time she gets outside the fence’. Luckily for me, she’s completely food motivated, and would sell her dark little brindle soul for a dried up crumb of milkbone, so I’ll be working on the ‘come!’ command diligently over the next while.
Oh, and I should explain about chairs. Delilah doesn’t sit on them, like normal dogs – she scales the back of them, like some sort of mutant goat. I admit that she’s my ‘go to’ lap dog for chair sitting, but she doesn’t take being left behind very well if I have to get up for any reason. In fact, she barks with a sort of affronted indignation that’s almost as funny as it is alarming. Here’s a short clip of her Majesty expressing her opinion on the topic of my getting up and leaving her.
I’ve threatened to send her to Chicago to live with Hope and Dax, but I like them too much to inflict this kind of punishment on them.