French Bulldog Meetup

On Sunday, we had a dozen local Frenchies over to sniff and roll all over our yard. We had a little girl named Antoinette and a gentleman called Henri, so I felt that a good portion of pre-Revolution royalty was in attendance. The event came about because of the Portland French Bulldog Meetup. For two hours, my backyard was full of snorting, playing, stinky bulldogs, and now I am left with a yard full of poop...and my memories.


On the left, we have puppies hunting for dropped treats, and above, a tiny puppy sits in a lap.