Puppies!!!
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.
Anyhoo.
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?'
''Charlie'
'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.'
'Oh?'
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.
'Snrffffff snarffff.'
'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.
posted by fatmammycat at 10:31 a.m.
12 Comments:
Oh this puppy thing is catching! Now if you'll excuse me I have wee to mop up (bet that dampened your enthusiasm somewhat).
Not really, did I mention the cat sick?
Are you quite mad? You give your Email address to someone who writes in green ink?
I know, it's nuts isn't it? I -who hates answering a phone, who doesn't own a mobile, who guards my pivate life most carefully- gave me email to a chap with a green pen, all because he had snarffy wiggley dog.
But Docky, look at the pictures, look at their little faces, aren't they just darling?
I'm quite familiar with cat sick FMC, and have a litter-box-trained cat to boot, but the worst thing about puppy wee is the frequency with which it is produced!
They are cute dogs though.
I used to own a doberman and he was a rather clever dick, he'd sleep from eleven at night right up until eleven the next morning. After twelve weeks old he never had an accident in the house, so I am rather spoiled in my puppy memories.
However the fact that he needed at least five miles of running a day could be a bit much on wet windy freezing afternoon during January, you know the type of day, it's wet, the wind is drying the moisture on you cheeks, you're soggy, your feet are freezing, nose red, fingers not bending any longer? And the dog, well, he just getting started.
Oh no, wait you probably don't, but you WILL!
I'm very happy to say I've already discovered that my puppy does not like walkies in the rain. I'm hoping he doesn't change his mind on that one. Oh bloody hell, more puddles. I do envy you on the housetraining front!
That's the first time I've heard of someone saying 'EEEEEE!' to indicate pleasure. The last person I saw saying 'EEEEEE!' was having a bottle of milk poured on his head.
Oh Tommy, I most surely do not want him thank you very much. Cats don't like the smell of citrus, so a few squeezes of lemon can sometimes deter them from flower beds. My eldest sister scatters wood chips over her flower beds and her cats won't walk on them as they hurt their paws.
GB- I know, but it's kind of an unstoppable squeal of delight.
I have to agree French Bulldog puppies are the cutest, well I am a mommy to a precious one myself - hee hee.
Cats don't like the smell of citrus, so a few squeezes of lemon can sometimes deter them.
the man returned on saturday. 1st thing he did: let the cats in. 2nd: commented, "did you clean??"
alas, FMC, my cats aren't turned off by lemon, or wood chips. i'm thinking small tacks now...
Hello Finn, did he notice the clean littter tray?
Daisy, I am so jealous right no I could spit.
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