Nicknames: Fenchichi, yousosweet, Enchie girl, french vanilla licker
Likes: I love mommy, I love to kiss, I love human food, I love to go for walks and I love kids!
Pet-Peeves: I don't like to get dressed, I don't like loud people, I don't like when mommy goes to work, I don't like big cats. Especially the one that lives with us...I don't like my nails clipped, I think it's the end of the world as I know it!
Favorite Toy: Chew bones. Except that I like to shred toilet paper to little pieces, mommy says its really amusing to watch when I do that...Till she discovers she almost run out of toilet paper.
Favorite Food: Whatever on mommy's plate. It's MY food!
Favorite Walk: With mommy wherever she goes
Best Tricks: Being the sweetest most innocent looking pup ever!
Arrival Story: I'll let mommy tell you the story...
Frenchie was a rescue dog in a kennel I worked at back in L.A. CA. She was found deserted in a home's garage along with her 3 puppies and 2 Rotties (The previous guardian took off) and brought to the kennel. She was all skinny and scared. Her puppies and the Rotties were quickly adopted by the kennel clients and I adopted her. It was a very happy day for me and I think for her too.
Bio: To all good people!
Go to a rescue place/pound/shelter and get yourself a dog today!!!
It makes them happy it makes you happy!
I wish there weren't all these aweful pounds that kill dogs after awhile. It's not fair! It's not their fault they are there. It's like they're on deathrow and all they want is good home. Sad!
So go today and make a dog and yourself happy.
That's the new dumb thing mommy is playing with, changing my breed. I don't know sometimes I wonder if she's from this planet, she can get really weird. She told the groomer to do a schnauzer cut on me. If it's not enough I hate grooming now I need to wear this schnauzer hairdo in public, how humiliating! My poodle pride got smashed to toy pieces! Mommy decided that now I am a shnoodle. A schnauzer mixed with poodle. A designer breed as they call it...BUT I AM NOT a schnauzer, somebody please make mommy listen to me! I am a proud member of the toy poodle race! GRrrrrr!
And for the ones that read about my pitbull adventure, I added a picture of me with that fashionable hat, right after they stitched my head back together, I don't know I think maybe the Pit was looking for my brain or som' like this.
Me, a Shnoodle, oh what a dumb joke it is! Oh well, I better get used to it. It is less painful this way.
Yours Frenchie, still a Poodle despite everything!
It was a lovely Friday here in Seattle. The weather was comfortable; no rain and no cold, and being a princess it sure helps me feeling good. Mommy was done with work and was about to go do some apartment hunting. She asked me whether I want to stay in in the kennel she works at or go for a little away-time with this girl she knows, since we really liked each other. I didn't mind so mommy wished me lots of fun and I left with mommy's pal.
This girl and her boyfriend have a pitbull and we didn't expect any problems since this dog was two and a half years old and didn't show aggression behavior before, well, I guess you can tell where this story is going...Not long after we got introduced this doggie decided to play this circus trick on me, you know, where the trainer opens the lion's mouth and put his head inside, well, only it wasn't a trained lion and I wasn't a trainer. Out of the blue, and without any provocation the pitbull turned around and grab my whole head in his mouth and shook me, I thought I am going to die! it was a scary long moment. The girl and her boyfriend managed to pull me away from his teeth and rushed me to the vet. I had a gash in my head and another nasty looking gash in my neck. Mommy told me I was in shock, I didn't move and I didn't cry either. The vet stitched things up wonderfully and mommy took me home all stoned from the drugs they gave me and I was wearing also what mommy calls it...fashionable hat. I have to say that getting used to this silly cone wasn't a big deal, trying to scratch my butt and my ears or eat with it were pretty a challenge for me.
After two weeks just before I gave up hope on living my life hat-Less on Saturday of last week my stitches were removed and so the satellite dish I was wearing. I have now scars and memories but mommy says I am a tough girl and she's right! I wasn't complaining at all! And...Despite my injury I do not afraid of Pitbulls. I became a bit more spoiled but hey! any chance I can!!!
Once mommy is plugging her computer to the wall again I will post pix of me wearing the fashionable hat.
I am a lucky girl and I am happy to be me!
Love you all!
My another nickname mommy gave me; damage department.
My new trick: Undressing the couch.
So here how you do it...
first thing to do: dig with your claws till the leather gets weak, then you use your teeth in order to create little holes. Now that you have holes exposed in the leather you can widen them by pulling the edges of the hole you created and after you're successful with that, the next great thing to do is to pull out the white fluffy stuff that is hiding under the leather cover and then eat it! Yum yum!
It is fun I have to admit, however mommy strongly disagrees with me and gets really not happy with it. She said something about clogging the intestines and how the couches look terrible, but I don't care, I just give her this melting look and she forgets all about it and hugs me and kiss me and pet me, the whole spoiling package.
I am irresistible