Showing posts with label french bulldog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label french bulldog. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Even Ash can recognize



the end of summer when it is nigh. Consider those rosebuds gathered, people.

Monday, September 14, 2009

*cough*



Sorry for the hiatus! There were bunnies and they chewed through cables and it was all bad and...here. Have Lucy and Pickles, with Mera's butt intruding at rear (hee!)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Lucy loves making friends.



The friends, on the other hand, are frequently overwhelmed.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The dog in the middle looks a bit taken aback.



Which is a frequent reaction to encountering Bella and Chubbs simultaneously.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Partying is a young dog's sport



Oh Bella, take a time-out. Break time, lady.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Don't worry, guys. There are more treats in the bag.



Chubbs and Pickles focused on the party favors.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Oh he had a great time.



After all, Leo turned 11 and kept right on going. Happy Birthday, Leo!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

This is how Cartier parties.



Seriously. He's having the best time he can manage.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Go for it, guys!



Some toys are just dangerous, y'all.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Behold! The power of the treat.



I feel like this about the long weekend. Woo!!!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Leo will nurse on Bobo if he wants to



As is the privilege of an 11-year-old bulldog.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Puppy drama makes Leo itchy.



He could do without all these whippersnappers, let me tell you.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Daisy Smushface



The much loved, much-missed Miss Smushface.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Differing attention spans



One dog is captivated by the camera, the other by my steel-toed doc martens. It takes all kinds.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Those are their good sides.



Mera, being quite forward, and Ash (age 12) lacking the energy to.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Lucy has reckoned without Milo.




Milo doesn't even need to say ha. He's not letting go of that rabbit.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Lucy says "ha!"



They'll never catch her. Never! And she knows it. She's kind of a punk.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Back itch? Sunstroke? Only a Frenchie knows for sure.



You know, when you get to be Ash's age, committing to this type of pose is an undertaking. It took her seven minutes to get back upright. When interviewed, she confirmed it was worth every minute.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Oh it is so perplexing. So perplexing.



Bella is puzzled. Those fish on the bottom of the pool won't come when she calls them.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Are you still here?



Mera is watching you. Some day, she might blink. Then where will you be?