Turning 11 was just fine

Turning 11 was a breeze. I feel great. No complaints. I sleep a bit more, but I have lots to be thankful for these days. Great companions. Great treats. Great toys. Lots of scratches in all of the right places. Great outings. And more and more people are getting those wonderful laboradoodles. They warm the cockles of my heart--big time.

Happy New Year to everyone I love.

Back in the Day...

A decade ago, when I was a mere pup, few folks had ever seen a Frenchie. People were constantly asking what I was. Madonna once looked at me ans said, "Is that a pig?" some people thought I was ugly and some thought I was gorgeous.
Well, now you can barely walk a step in NYC without tripping over a Frenchie. They are everywhere. Most are great examples of the breed, but some of these kids today...well, they are hyper, aggressive, and scrawny which are three traits which are very unFrenchie-like.
I have always been a nice guy. I like most people and other dogs. I am fond of puppies and extremely tolerant of their hijinks.
I am 11 now and I have seen my share of dogs come and go. My family thinks that I am one of the most wonderful dogs to ever walk this earth. Since I am fairly modest, well, I can't comment on that. But, overall, I guess I am a pretty nice guy.