Alright, I own three cats, so while I live in an apartment I shall not be getting any more animals. In fact, while cleaning up occasional pools of cat sick or the odd 'accident' on plastic bags, I swear I won't EVER get another animal as long as I live, and that the ones I do own ARE VERY LUCKY they are still breathing.
This morning I went out early to get the papers. I was on my way home, munching on a pastry, when I saw ...a french bulldog.
I love these little chaps! So boisterous, so funny, so delightfully ugly, so charming...oh I could go on. There he was marching out ahead of his owner, wearing a litte red brace, pink tongue curled.
'EEEEEEEE!!!' I said before galloping after the monster walking him. 'EEEEEEEEE! EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE MEEEEEEE!'
He stopped and looked around slightly alarmed. 'Yes?'
'I'm so sorry,' I said spraying flaky crumbs all over him, 'but is he a french bulldog?' (of course he was, but I couldn't think of any other opening that didn't make me sound like a nut.)
'Yes he is.' The man said smiling and not brushing crumbs off himself. Oh Frenchbull dogs have such nice owners.
'What's his name?'
'Hi Charlieeeeeee' I squatted down and rubbed the top of his squat head, the dog said 'Snarrfff snarff' and flung himself on his back. I squealed. 'EEEEeee he's so fricking cute!' and rubbed his belly. Charlie wiggled happily.
This went on for some time. Eventually the man sort of cleared his throat and I remembered I was in the middle of the street and not a petting zoo. Slightly red faced I clambered to my feet. The dog righted himself too, he didn't look any less cute, eeeee.
'I sorry I just absolutely adore them. Did you get him here in Ireland?'
'No, he's from a breeder in France. I don't know anyone that breeds them here.'
The man paused for a second looked from his happy snarffing dog to my crestfallen face.'
'If you like I can send you their web page. Do you have an email address?'
I beamed and gave a total stranger my email address. He wrote it down on the back of his hand with a green biro.
'Okay then.' he smiled.'Well we best be off.'
'Thanks a lot.' I said, 'Bye Charlieeee.'
I rubbed him some more.
'Eeeeeee.' I clasped my hands together before I burst out crying with delight. (I really do like them)
Any way, it has made me grin. And the man did send me the email, it arrived a few minutes ago ( they are such nice people, those French Bulldogs owners).
I have been squealing with delight at the pictures of puppies for some time now.
I want one! They're just darling.
The cats look worried.