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It's the Thirteenth of Bleptember, and the bleppy young pupper is watching television. She enjoys the shows with dogs, of course, but also the ones with other animals whose silhouettes stand out against the background, like birds in flight. All Creatures Great and Small is a particular favourite.

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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper sits on a sofa, intently watching something out of frame. Her tongue is out, of course.

Photo with thanks to the older child.

It's the Twelfth of Bleptember, and our little blepper has tucked herself away tidily, wrapped up in her snuggly warm jumper, to hide from the torrential rain that's beating down across Oxfordshire. Oh, and her tongue's sticking out, of course.

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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper lies in a brown fuzzy dog basket, her legs tucked neatly beneath her body. One ear is sticking up and the other tucked back, and her tongue is sticking out in a full blep.

When our doggo carries around her chew toy like this, I always think she looks a little like Winston Churchill with his cigar. If Churchill also wasn't able to stop blepping, that is!

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A French Bulldog stands on a sofa, facing the camera, a rawhide chew toy hanging out of the left-hand-side of her mouth, and her tongue lolling from the right-hand-side.

Happy Eleventh of Bleptember! (This one's not going out on Mastodon, at least not immediately, because I'm having some Internet difficulties at home right now!)

It's the Tenth of Bleptember, and this doggo is desperately trying to stay awake in case the postman comes back or something else equally interesting happens, but I reckon she's going to nod off any... second... now...

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A sleepy-looking French Bulldog lies on a sofa, with her tongue sticking out and her eyes almost closed.

Sometimes, you just need a Long Nap and a Big Blep.

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A sleeping French Bulldog, curled up in a soft basket with her legs tucked tidily underneath her head and body, with her tongue sticking out.

Happy Ninth of Bleptember, Internet!

Suddenly, there was the noise of somebody walking on our driveway. The doggo woke up and stood, alert, ready to defend the house from intruders. Unfortunately in her haste she forgot to put her tongue away.

Happy Eighth of Bleptember.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog stands in a room, next to a a black PC case. She's staring into the middle-distance, and her tongue is at full blep.

It's the Seventh of Bleptember, and our dorky doggo has decided that this is somehow a comfortable position in which to take a nap.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog lies on her back on a sofa, spreading herself across two blankets and contorting her body into an uncomfortable-looking twist. Her eyes are mostly-closed, and her tongue is sticking-out from between a gap in her teeth in her otherwise-closed mouth.

I am Doggle. See me Blep.

Happy Sixth of Bleptember from this sofa-loving pupper.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog lies upright on a blue-and-white patterned blanket, atop a grey sofa. She's looking into the camera with her ears pricked up, attentively, but her tongue's lazily stuck out of the left side of her mouth as if she's forgotten it's there.

It's the Fifth of Bleptember, and our bleppy young lady is enjoying some reassurance that the team of tree surgeons working noisily on the other side of the road don't pose any threat to her.

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Close-up of a French Bulldog, lying in a basket, being petted by a white person's hand which is stroking her head and pushing back her ears. Her tongue is sticking out and to the side, clamped in her otherwise-closed mouth.