Tag: dogs

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.

Happy Twenty-Fifth of Bleptember from our adorkable doggle.

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A French Bulldog sits in a corner, looking alert, with her tongue sticking out.

The Twenty-Fourth of Bleptember will go down as a Good Day in the diary of our warmth-loving dog. It was finally cold and autumnal enough that we lit the fireplace, affording her the opportunity to snuggle up as close to it as we'd permit her too.

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A French Bulldog lies on a soft bed in front of a lit fireplace. Her tongue sticks out from her contented face.

Our doggo's sleepy face this rainy Twenty-Third of Bleptember seems to say: "Mondays, am I right?"

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A sleepy-looking French Bulldog lies on a throw, her tongue out the side of her mouth.

Sofa time is best time.

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A happy-looking French Bulldog peeps over the back of the sofa on which she stands, her tongue slightly out.

It looks like a rainstorm is imminent this Twenty-First of Bleptember, but that won't stop this optimistic blepper from waiting near the front door in case anybody's willing to take for a walk.

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A French Bulldog wearing a harness lies on a rug in a hallway. Her tongue is sticking out.

(She hates the rain, but sometimes if she's found it to be pouring down out the back door she'll insist on checking out the front door to see if it's raining there too.)

When she's in need of some love and attention, like this Twentieth of Bleptember, my dog will place herself underfoot at my desk. She won't necessarily put her blep away, though.

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A French Bulldog, her tongue sticking out and folded over itself by her underbite, stands under a desk while a hand pets her neck.

"Is is walkies time yet? How about now? Now? What about now?" Her blep partially-engaged, our doggo buzzes with excited anticipation as I put on my shoes.

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A French Bulldog, her tongue slightly out, looks up with interest in her eyes from a spot on a laminate wooden floor.

More mlem than blep, but I ❤️ this picture of our happy pupper mid-playtime too much not to share it with you this Seventeenth of Bleptember.

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Close-up of a French bulldog, her tongue hanging completely out and her head cocked to the side, as she stands on a park bench.

Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

Usually our dog ignores the television, but when a horse appeared it was interesting enough that she sat up to take notice.

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A French Bulldog sits on a sofa looking up, with her tongue sticking out. An inset picture provides a wider view, showing that she's looking at a television screen showing a scene from The Fellowship of The Ring with a horse in it.

Not interesting enough for her to put away her half-asleep blep, though.

"What'chu lookin' at?" our doggo appears to ask, this Fifteenth of Bleptember.

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A French Bulldog lies on a rug, facing the camera with her tongue sticking out. Her expression makes it look like one eyebrow is raised.

If the most significant thing you achieve this Fourteenth of Bleptember is that you find a good spot to lie in a sunbeam... that's still a win.

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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper lies on her side on a doormat, in a sunbeam. Her tongue is sticking out slightly.

Does there exist a more contented moment for this bleppy doggo than getting to lounge on the sofa with her favourite humans?

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A French Bulldog lies on a patterned sofa with her tongue sticking-out. A human is in the background.

Some days... you're just so dog-tired you can't even find the energy to pull your head into your basket with the rest of you.

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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jacket lies half-asleep, half-in a basket, tongue half-out of her mouth (and half-on the floor).

This Twelfth of Bleptember's a bit like that for me, too. I feel you, dog.