Category: Personal

We made it to the end of another Bleptember, with a photo every day of my especially-bleppy young doggo.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies in a soft brown dog bed in the corner of an office. She looks over her shoulder at the photographer, her tongue sticking pretty-much entirely out in a long blep. In front of her, a handwritten sign is marked with a pawprint and a heart and the words 'Happy Bleptember 2025! See you next year!'

Thanks for coming along for the ride. See you next year!

Somehow, even when she's alert and focussed, our dog's bleppy tongue makes her look at least a little bit dopey.

It's the Twenty-Ninth of Bleptember; we're almost done for another year!

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog, with her tongue sticking our, sits upright in a dog bed in the corner of an office.

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? 🐶

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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! 🤞

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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. 😢

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

Well, fuck.

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

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