Tag: dogs

Such poise! Such grace! While out for a run around with her doggy pals this Eleventh of Bleptember, our dog takes every opportunity to show off her elegance and style and definitely not just look like a derpy little wazzock.

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A derpy-looking French Bulldog rolls around in a grassy field, her tongue lolling out.

Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

How is it the Tenth of Bleptember already? This young lady has so-far put off her morning nap and is instead intently watching me to see what I do next with my workday. Maybe it'll involve dog treats! (Spoiler: it probably won't. But you never know...)

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Exaggerated soft-focus photo of a sitting French Bulldog looking up from her basket, her tongue sticking out.

Happy Ninth of Bleptember! Today's picture of our bleppy pupper comes from the rug near the front door. It's certainly not as comfortable as her basket or bed, but it affords an excellent view of the comings-and-goings of the house. She flops down here, like a pancake, when she wants to be able to audit who's in and who's out at any given time (her dorky tongue hanging out all the while).

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French Bulldog, her tongue sticking out, lying on a patterned rug on a wooden floor.

Rainy Sundays like this Eighth of Bleptember are for bleppy cuddles on the sofa, not for running around outside.

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A French Bulldog, her tongue sticking out and to the side, pokes her head between the knees of a person lying on a sofa in order to receive a scritch behind the ear.

There's a squirrel over there and it Can't. Be. Trusted. Demmy tries to explain her logic regarding the little furry tree-dwellers on a morning walk this Seventh of Bleptember.

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A French Bulldog, her tongue slightly out, stares into the distance across a grassy field.

A wet and grey school run this Sixth of Bleptember isn't enough to take the spirit of adventure out of this dog. But neither will it encourage her to put her tongue away.

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A French Bulldog on a grassy footpath looks out over a field, her tongue sticking out slightly.

Jogging home after the school run has left the little pupper tired out this Fifth of Bleptember. She'll need a long nap to save her energy for some zoomies later.

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An about-to-fall-asleep French Bulldog lying on her side in a ragged fleece basket, her tongue sticking out.

"We shall blep on the beaches. We shall blep on the landing grounds. We shall blep in the fields and in the streets." A slightly Winston Churchill look from the dog this Fourth of Bleptember.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog stands on a patterned throw. She has a chew toy sticking out of the side of her mouth in a manner reminiscient of a cigar, and her tongue hanging out of the other side of her mouth.

Bravely standing guard during the school run this Third of Bleptember, our little blepster seems surprisingly unfazed by the imminent rainstorm despite the fact that she hates the rain!

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French Bulldog, tongue sticking out, with her lead tied to a wooden stake on green grass littered with the very first of the season's fallen leaves.

Is it morning already? Demmy might not be ready for the day, but her face is ready for the Second of Bleptember!

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French Bulldog in her crate with a huge blep.

Chilling on the grass at Waddesdon Manor's Chilli Fest with a Good Dog this First of Bleptember.

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Dan on grass with a dog; the dog's tongue is sticking out.

Me: "This weekend I need to update these buildout scripts for Debian 12 and implement a new provider middleware."

Dog's expression: "Or we could just go for a walk?"

Me: "Or we could just go for a walk, sure."

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French Bulldog, outdoors, on a lead, her tongue sticking out.

If the most useful thing I achieve this Bank Holiday Monday will have been to make it easier to post short geotagged notes from my mobile to my blog (and Mastodon), it will have been a success.

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Dan sits on the grass in a garden, with his French Bulldog.

This has been a test post. Feel free to ignore it.

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Sleeping champagne-coloured French Bulldog, her tongue laying out on the cushion of her bed.

Derpy McBlepsleep, diligently guarding the front door just in case somebody comes by with treats.