Recently after I retired from teaching, I purchased a French bull dog. My husband and I had wanted a Frenchie over a decade ago, but I had made a mistake and bought an English bull dog. Now if you know anything about these types of dogs, you will realize that the English looks nothing like the Frenchie except in their face. Sally was a short and stout bully that stole our hearts. She loved me and would follow me around the house and lay down beside me when I got on the computer. On the negative side, she hated going on walks and could be aggressive if you messed with her toys or food. When she was a young dog, she was diagnosed with stones in her stomach which had to be closely monitored. When she turned nine, she became very sick and we had to put her down. We were heartbroken and mourned for several months before getting Bee, our first French bull dog.
I mention all of this because Bee has been a wonderful companion during the times that I am left alone in the house. She has a great disposition and has only provided my husband and I unconditional love. During my walk in the desert, Bee has been there for me. We take long walks together and she loves to snuggle in my lap. She has a bed that she lays in when we start the fireplace and is very content to sleep away the hours when no one is home.
Just last week, we purchased our second Frenchie. We named him Carl after the character in Sling Blade played by Billy Bob Thornton. If you get a chance to watch this movie, you will have get a peek at my husband’s humor. Anyway, it has been cold and rainy here in North Carolina and I have been unable to teach Carl how to go out the doggy door to do his business. If nothing else, wiping pee and picking up poo has given me a purpose. Now as I go through this transition in life, I have two sweet pooches to keep me company.