I haven't posted bulldog pictures in awhile. So I decided to take some close-ups of my lovable guys.
Otis is such a fine looking bulldog. He's really a love bug. He's calm, quiet, big and affectionate. He's my lovey dovey. At about 8 p.m., he starts walking into the bedroom and asking me to tuck him in for the night. It's so cute.
"Mama, is this my good side?"
I'm going to be honest. Duke is a pain. I love him dearly, but he's a pain. He's hyperactive and always gets into trouble. We have a saying in our house whenever there's chaos or something done by the dogs.
"It's Duke. It's always Duke."
He was so excited to see us when we got home from our road trip that his snaggletooth scratched my cheek. Fortunately, there was not broken skin or permanent mark. He didn't bite - but his bottom incisors stick out so much because of his bulldog underbite and are really big teeth - that when he gets excited - those incisors just get you. Sometimes he does this when he's just rubbing up against my leg. But when he's overly excited it's pure chaos. He actually left a black and blue mark just under Secundogeniture's eye because he was so excited to see him and scratched him with his recently trimmed claws.
Oh Duke. It's always Duke.
But they're great dogs. I love them. They bark at everything and protect us. If I were a burglar (which, by the way, I'm not), I would not want to break into our house. Their barking alone would be deterrent enough. These two dogs would smother you in their love and excitement.
Oops! I better go. I hear them rough housing in the TV room upstairs.