Although I'm awake, showered and full of tea, I want nothing more than to be back in bed. Luckily I have something fabulous to keep me going today.
My old friend Bernie, who I haven't seen in seven or eight years, posted pictures of his new English bulldog puppy on Facebook last week. Now, I have my complaints about Facebook, but if it brings me bulldog puppies, I'll keep my bitching to myself. Bernie is coming over tonight with his pup so that my Better Half and I can poke at his little rolls (the dog's, not Bernie's - at least that's the plan).
As you can tell, I might be waffling on my decision to get a French bulldog in favour of its larger, droolier, fatter cousin. I don't know why bulldogs appeal to me so much, but I've decided not to question it. I've never been much of a dog person, and I have a record of getting attacked by larger dogs when I'm on my own. I've tried to come up with a good explanation for this phenomenon, but no such luck. I think I get nervous around big aggressive dogs, they sense it, and then they try to eat me.* If it didn't freak me out so much, it would be comical. I see a larger dog, I try to keep calm and walk past, and I get either chased, snapped at, or lunged at. It's like a guarantee, albeit a really shitty one. I got cornered once by two big dogs in a park while their owners were off smoking. Five minutes passed before they noticed that their dogs were trying to devour me.
It was not awesome. If I hadn't been so scared, I would have told them where to shove their cigarettes.
Anyway, I feel nothing but love for bulldogs, so I'm going to run with it and see if an English bulldog is my soul puppy. It's kind of ridiculous for me to be this excited, especially since I might have to wait another year or two before I can get one of my own, but oh well. I can't turn down an offer to play with a bullie. I can't wait.
Not sure what English bulldogs are like? Let me introduce you to Sam. There's a whole series to watch, and I highly guarantee them all. Especially this one.
* I have met many sweet big dogs too, and we get along fine. It's really only the tough ones that seem to think I'm meat.