08/01/2025
I thought I was bringing home a French Bulldog.
Turns out, I adopted a clingy little thespian who thinks life is an ongoing performance — and I’m the only audience member who matters
🚽 Bathroom? There. Staring into my soul.
🍳 Kitchen? Practically breathing down my neck like Gordon Ramsay.
🚪 Taking out the trash? He watches from the doorway like I’m being shipped off to war and he’s the heartbroken hero whispering, “Come back to me…”
He doesn’t sit.
He poses — legs crossed, head tilted, like he’s in a black-and-white Chanel ad.
✨ Dramatic sighs if I ignore him for five seconds.
🥣 Once refused to eat dinner because his bowl wasn’t “facing the right way.”
And the zoomies?
Lord have mercy.
One fleeting existential crisis and he’s bolting through the house like he’s being chased by the IRS.
He’s:
Licked every window in the house
Learned how to open the fridge
Once stole a banana, peeled it himself and left the skin on my pillow like a warning from the Fruit Cartel 🍌💀
I’ve bought every so-called “indestructible” toy.
He unstuffed them all like he was digging for buried treasure.
Then — someone mentioned the magical, mythical no-stuffing octopus toy
I caved.
He’s been carrying it around like it’s his emotional support squid ever since.
🐙 Tosses it. Wrestles it.
Sometimes just gently rests his chin on it like they’ve survived the trenches together.
It’s still intact.
Which is more than I can say for my remaining sanity.
If you own a French bulldog you know….all of this we would not change for the world.
These comical little gremlins will drive you to the brink of insanity and then turn around and bring you back to reality by curling up with you like a long lost love all while passing wind that could kill a horse!
If you don’t know what I’m talking about because you dont have a French bulldog? get your pup today….We have one left!!!