Here is one of nine Olde English Bulldogge puppies that my friends Matt & Virginia have. These puppies are the 5th generation of their original bulldog. They're so cute. I've been visiting them at least once every single week since they were born the first week of August. During my first visit - they were this small and fit in the palm of my hand.
Puppies are always so cute and cuddly. Look at them. They're about the size of a hamster!
We visited regularly, even though I was adamant that we weren't getting a puppy.
Before we knew it, they weren't little hamsters anymore. They were BIG English Bulldog puppies. They were eight weeks old and they were ready to go to their new homes. They were weighing anywhere from 9-15 lbs. And they had puppy breath.
Who can resist puppy breath?
Puppy and Wilma seem to be getting along just fine. At 10 weeks, puppy is just a little smaller than Wilma. In a few more weeks, he'll be as big as she is. By the end of the year, I'm pretty certain, he'll be twice her size.
So there you have it. We now have two bulldogs. Puppy doesn't have an official name yet. BF and I thought we had one, but Primo- and Segundogenitures both vehemently vetoed our first choice. We're going to officially name him this weekend when we're all in once place at the same time. It's kind of funny that we don't have a name yet, because we selected the name Wilma before we even knew she existed.
I guess that just goes to show you that I wasn't kidding when I said we weren't getting a bulldog puppy. No way. No how.
My friends Matt and Virginia bred their Old English Bulldog and had nine puppies. I've been spending a great deal of my time these past two months visiting the puppies. It's so wonderful. Puppies are just fun, cuddly and so wonderful. The puppies are starting to go to their new homes this week. I'm quite envious of these new bulldog owners. Their journey of love and doggone affection are just beginning. There's something about bulldogs that is so endearing. You know how much I adore Wilma. I really can't imagine my life without her.
Today I took some friends to visit the bulldog puppies.
What's better than four beautiful ladies on a bright sunny October day holding bulldog puppies?
Susie and Freckles
Kelly and Charlotte ?
Katie and a cuddly puppy. Look how happy he is to be loved!
Joanne and Dotty. It's true puppy love!
Can't you just hear the puppies saying "Pick me! Pick me?"
Wilma has a very structured routine for getting food. We started it as a puppy because they always say you should be able to interrupt a dog when it's eating so it doesn't bite. Wilma's got this routine down to a science.
I don't even want to look at the food bowl. It's so tempting.
Look, I'm drooling.
Yum. Yum. Yum. Yum.
OK Girly Girl - Go ahead.
And she's off to the races!
Trot, trot, trot.
Eat, eat. eat.
Then she licks the juice off her paws for about ten minutes after each meal... just in case a bit spilled on her paws.
What a cute routine. Sometimes when she's hungry - or if I forgot to feed her, she'll sit and lift her paw at the same time to remind me that I'm forgetting something very urgent.
Sometimes she does that same trick to BF, just to see if she can get seconds out of him. It usually works.
Today Wilma went back to the cardiologist. Yes. I just admitted that my dog has a cardiologist.
She loves going to the Emergency Veterinary Hospital because the entire staff fawn over Girly Girl - which is just as she likes it.
Wilma eagerly awaited her turn.
Wilma was outfitted with a Holter monitor. This looks like a little doggy vest with backpack. She'll wear it for 24 hours and we'll monitor her activities. The cardiologist asked me to push Wilma to her limits so the exam will monitor Wilma during stressful situations. Right now, the only stressful thing she has is getting her nails trimmed. So sure enough, I'll be taking Girly Girl to get her paw-dicure tomorrow morning to see how she reacts to her grooming session and how it affects her heart.
I know. About this time, you're all rolling your eyes. But how can I resist when she's so darned cute.
And appropriately, I managed to finish two more heart swatches. I think these will be worth the extra effort. I like them more than I anticipated. I'll likely knit five or six more.
So take heart. Wilma is doing well. And the blanket is growing. All is progressing as it should.
I just noticed for the first time that Wilma's heart medicine comes with a few warnings.
OK - a dog can get dizzy. And she is a female, albeit spayed, so the pharmacist could assume she might be a pregnant bulldog. But really? Does "Wilma DOG Jackson" need a warning that her "Medication may impair [her] ability to drive or operate machinery. USE CARE WHILE DRIVING?"
Wilma, I think it's safe to say that your driving days are over.