The last two-and-a-half months with Rosie have been so much fun and we love Frenchies so stinking much that we made the decision to add another one to our household. We’d hoped that when Rosie got older she would be a good candidate for breeding and we found her a compatible mate. He’s just two months younger than her so she isn’t robbing the cradle too much and when they are both fully mature he will likely outweigh her.
Most Frenchies snore to some degree. Some snore deeply like freight trains. Rosie has a very delicate snore befitting her personality. It’s very cute and very sweet but very persistent.
Here’s Rosie sleeping.
Right away when we got Rosie it was easy to see that she had this amazing personality. She was loving, calm (for a puppy), she was so smart and funny and I wanted to have the ability to share all of these funny adventures with the world.
On the first day home, she enjoyed playing with a mirror we had set up against the wall; admiring the other puppy in the mirror!
That first week, I took her to Bug’s first grade class. Rosie hadn’t had all her shots, so the kids could only pet her on her back, so one-by-one each of the first graders pet her while she sat quietly in my lap. She was so relaxed with all of the attention that she fell asleep.
Rosie loved to make up or play games – we had a stuffed raccoon that had belonged to our Shih Tzu and she just never played with it so it sat in the toy basket for months. Rosie comes along and she decides that this raccoon is going to be hers and no one else’s. She takes this raccoon and plays with it, running around with it in her mouth, squeaking it, etc. But when she is done playing with it, she runs around the house or the yard and tries to find the very best place to hide the raccoon so that Daisy can’t find it.
If she was hiding it outside, she would hide it in one of the crevices in the rock wall we have in our back yard. It was pretty cute and funny especially given that she was only 8-10 weeks old at the time!
Now at four months old, Rosie is still the same sweet, goofy girl who loves to give kisses.
Rosie is our French Bulldog. She came to live with our family on May 5, 2012. It was a whirlwind of activity that week as I spoke to the breeder and made the arrangements to go pick her up in Spokane. When she arrived, we didn’t have any of the necessary pet stuff for her even though we already had a dog at home. We’d never had a puppy before and they required so much more stuff than our just barely older rescue dog. We walked into the store and bought leashes and collars in different sizes for her to grow into and a playpen for her to sleep in and lots of puppy food. Bones for her to chew on and toys to play. Our first visit took almost two hours as we shopped and she charmed everyone in the store with her little squishy face.
From the store I took her home and introduced her to our other dog, Daisy, and they immediately are best pals. I show her the backyard and start the tedious process of potty training.
The kids have decided they want a dog that will sleep with them, but until Rosie is potty trained, she must sleep with me. She cuddles up with me like a newborn baby, sleeping in the crook of my arm. She snores with a very light, peaceful snore and she sleeps very deeply for hours at a time except when she goes potty in the middle of the night. She’s very good about letting me know that she needs to go.
Rosie Sleeps on the Airplane