Puppy Love

We got a new babe this week, so the story about the accidental dick pic I received will have to wait...check back with me next week and happy long weekend/Mem Day to my US readers!

So, our household is a bit topsy-turvy right now since I stupidly and deliriously said “Oh sure” to a new puppy about a week ago, a year-old French Bulldog named Benny, to go along with my four-year-old French Bulldog, Frankie. Toss in a few more French Bulldogs named Vinnie, Tony, and Mikey and we’ll have a 1950s (Italian, not French) boy gang (I said boy gang, not gang bang).

Here’s few pix of the newest monster, along with my beloved Franklin. This makes French Bulldog number three and four, after my darling Tugboat (who lived to the utterly crustified age of 17!) and OG Bugsy. I was an early Frenchie adopter — my ex-husband and I got Bugsy in 1996, when NO ONE had this breed. We routinely got stopped and asked if we were walking a monkey, or similar, to which we always deadpan responded, “Yes, we’re walking a monkey. On a Tuesday night. In SoHo. At 9:30 p.m.”

Benny is a shelter dog and is settling in pretty nicely, and by nicely, I mean he and Frankie had the zoomies and broke a vase tonight, and also, he bit me when I took away a chew he was enjoying. Both of those things were my fault, by the way. The vase was balanced on the seat of a small Scandinavian chair, far too precarious for zipping about pups, and the bite? Well, rescue animals guard their high-prized possessions, so I fucked up when I took his away without offering another treat in its place. Frankie is the easiest dog ever, so I guess I’m spoiled.

Anyhoo…more next week. I’m acclimating the dogs to each other and to me as Boss Bitch. Take a look at Benny, AKA Prince Underbite, along with Frankie, as they settle in. Kisses to all of you and more next week!