Tag: dog

On the way to school this morning, the 10-year-old lagged behind to build a small snowman.

On the way back, the dog saw the snowman, which wasn't there when she'd passed earlier. She wanted to make it clear that she Did. Not. Trust. it. She stood back and growled at it for a while, and then, eventually, was persuaded to come closer.

Leaning as far as her little legs could manage, she stretched to carefully sniff it while keeping her distance. She still wasn't entirely happy and ran most of the way to the end of the path to get away from the mysterious cold heap.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper leans hard to sniff at (while avoiding getting too close to) a small snowman about the same size as her, on a footpath mostly covered with snow (except for a patch from which the snowman's materials were clearly extracted).

(This same dog earlier this year spent quarter of an hour barking at our wheelbarrow when, unusually, it was left in the middle of the lawn, rather than beside the shed. She doesn't like change!)

Snuffles in the Snow. This morning's freak snowfall in Oxfordshire is a source of some confusion on this pupper's morning walk.

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A champagne coloured French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper stands at the edge of a snow-covered field.

Waiting patiently at the school gates on a distinctly Autumnal morning, our pupper's squat stature means she's about knee-deep in the season's golden leaves.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog stands patiently alongside a post to which her lead is tied. With her short stature she's about knee-deep in Autumn leaf litter.

I'm back home from Mexico (and feeling a little worse for wear), where this young lady wanted to let me know that I was sorely missed.

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Dan, lying on a sofa under a brown blanket, on top of which is a contented-looking French Bulldog.

We made it! This young furbaby managed to pose a bleppy picture every single day of Bleptember. Thanks for coming along for the ride!

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Behind a handwritten sign with the words 'Happy Bleptember!' and a pawprint, a French Bulldog lies in a soft basket with her tongue stuck out.

"You want more Bleptember pictures? I demand payment in the form of tummy-scritches!"

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A French Bulldog lying on her side on a sofa, her tongue slightly out, enjoying a tummy scritch.

(Wow, it's the penultimate day of Bleptember. )

Tttttthbbptt. The sound of a bleppy dog deflating like a balloon, this Twenty-Eighth of Bleptember

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A French Bulldog in a dog bed, her legs tucked beneath her, her face on the rim of the cushion, her tongue almost-entirely out.

This Bleptember pic looks a bit like a political poster to me. Vote Dog, for a future with More Ham, Fewer Vacuum Cleaners!

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A French Bulldog, sitting upright, at the left of the frame, facing up and right, with her tongue sticking out.

A round of especially-crazy zoomies on the morning of this Twenty-Sixth of Bleptember was apparently too much for this little pupper, who's now looking like she's in need of a morning nap.

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A French Bulldog lies on her side, half-in and half-out of a basket, her face resting on its side on the floor with her tongue sticking out.