Rosie Comes Home

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