The Frenchie

I am a ridculously crazyhuge dog lover.  I always think about what would be my next dog… what breed would compliment my feisty Alizita.  If you know me you know I am tiny.  The one time I tried to handle my friend’s chocolate lab I freaked out.  I was left alone for two minutes with him and I found myself squatted down using all my body weight to hold this extremely playful dog back.  There was a kid approaching on a bike.. I was screaming in my head.  Luckily my friend came back and got his dog.  So from that experience I have decided I am not tall enough fit to have a big dog.  Then I started thinking I want to be like her! Like her- to be able to prance around the mall with your dog in your purse, travel with your dog as carry-on… basically to be able to take your dog anywhere and everywhere.  Not only because your baby is pint-size but also cause it’s too darn cute for anyone to tell you “no dogs allowed”.  So that has been my plan. I am going to get one of those tiny dogs and just pray Alizay doesn’t beat her/him up.  But two weeks ago I went to this dog party and I just saw it, The Frenchie.  A french bulldog… the one with the pink ears that just stick up and  I fell in LOVE.   Hopefully the owner didn’t think I was too weird cause I was just in awe staring and following the dog around.  Tarek and I looked at each other and said “That’s the one.”  

Don’t forget this Saturday, Strut Your Mutt!