Blog

It's a little wet and miserable this Twenty-Eighth of Bleptember, but what really perturbed this bleppy doggo was somebody she didn't recognise moving a wheelie-bin outside their house. What could they want? Can they be trusted? Might they have ham? 🐶

Alt

At the end of a lead on a wet suburban pavement, a French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper and harness stares into the middle distance, her tongue sticking out.

Sometimes you're Just Tired. It's been a long week. Happy Twenty-Seventh of Bleptember.

Alt

A half-asleep French Bulldog lies on her side with her tongue resting on the laminate wooden floor.

Just a mini-blep this Twenty-Sixth of Bleptember, from a certain attention-seeking doggo who insisted on a cuddle from me while I sat in a Zoom meeting.

Alt

A French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies on her back in the arms of a white human, alongside a desk with a computer keyboard. She looks contented and sleepy, and her tongue is slightly sticking-out.

Perhaps it's because I've been away for a couple of days and she's missed me... but this bleppy dog wanted lots of cuddles and reassurance as we prepared for the school run, this Twenty-Fifth of Bleptember.

Alt

An uncertain-looking French Bulldog in a jacket and harness has her tongue gripped in her underbite as the enjoys a hug and scritch from a white human.

I've spent most of the Twenty-Fourth of Bleptember travelling, but my bleppy doggo got to go out and play with her best dogfriend.

Alt

A pair of jumper-wearing French Bulldogs at play in a grassy meadow. The black one is pouncing the champagne one, who is lying on her back with her tongue sticking out.

Photo courtesy of Lisa from Muddy Paws.

"What'chu lookin' at?" I'm away from home this Twenty-Third of Bleptember, but managed to snap this epic blep before I left.

Alt

A French Bulldog lies comfortably in a sofa, her tongue stuck out in an enormous blep.

Attempt #2 to get to Belfast starts... at 3:30am in a Premier Inn in Gatwick. 🥱 Today, perhaps, I'll catch a plane! 🤞

Alt

A car park at night.

After standing completely stationary on the M25 for over an hour and a half and with no end in sight, I'm getting increasingly confident that I'm not going to catch my flight from Gatwick whose gate closes... in half an hour. 😢

Alt

Dan stands among stationary cars and other frustrated drivers on a motorway.

Well, fuck.

Just blepping around the garden this Twenty-Second of Bleptember.

Alt

A French Bulldog with a dorky blep stands amongst overgrown grass and weeds, a large plantpot, and some kids toys.

Developers just love to take what the Web gives them for free, throw it away, and replace it with something worse.

Today's example, from Open Collective, is a dropdown box: standard functionality provided by the <select> element. Except they've replaced it with a JS component that, at some screen resolutions, "goes off the top" of the page... while simultaneously disabling the scrollbars so that you can't reach it. 🤦‍♂️

Alt

Animation showing a dropdown menu for editing a personal profile on Open Collective. The dropdown menu is implemented using JavaScript, and has a bug that means that at some screen resolutions it goes off-screen and parts of it cannot be seen; because its appearance also disables the scrollbar, there's no way to get to the "missing" parts of the menu.

On the Twenty-First of Bleptember this young doggo was very excited to see a field of goats. Goats! I like to interpret her expression as saying "OMG have you seen the thing that's living in this field!?"

An inquisitive and excited expression let down only slightly by the inevitable blep and by a tentacle of drool! 😂

Alt

A champagne-coloured French Bulldog stands towards a wire fence, her rear legs leaning excitedly forwards and her face, turned towards the camera, showing an inquisitive look (albeit with a blep and a long ribbon of drool).

It's the Twentieth of Bleptember, and I still struggle to conceive of how it's comfortable to lie down with not only your head but also 50% of your tongue lying flat on your soft, furry pillow.

Alt

A champagne-coloured French Bulldog lies in a soft brown dog bed with her tongue fully out and also lying flat where she's resting her head.

(This troublesome young lady stole and tried to eat a dry-wipe whiteboard pen yesterday. She's fine, but it was briefly alarming when she started vomiting bright green ink everywhere...)

Even play-fighting isn't an excuse for our bleppy dog to put her tongue away. Happy Nineteenth of Bleptember!

Alt

A pair of French Bulldogs play-fighting in a grassy meadow. The black one has pinned the champagne-coloured one who's lying on her back with her tongue out.

Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.