Tag: dog

Waiting patiently at the school gates on a distinctly Autumnal morning, our pupper's squat stature means she's about knee-deep in the season's golden leaves.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog stands patiently alongside a post to which her lead is tied. With her short stature she's about knee-deep in Autumn leaf litter.

I'm back home from Mexico (and feeling a little worse for wear), where this young lady wanted to let me know that I was sorely missed.

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Dan, lying on a sofa under a brown blanket, on top of which is a contented-looking French Bulldog.

We made it! This young furbaby managed to pose a bleppy picture every single day of Bleptember. Thanks for coming along for the ride!

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Behind a handwritten sign with the words 'Happy Bleptember!' and a pawprint, a French Bulldog lies in a soft basket with her tongue stuck out.

"You want more Bleptember pictures? I demand payment in the form of tummy-scritches!"

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A French Bulldog lying on her side on a sofa, her tongue slightly out, enjoying a tummy scritch.

(Wow, it's the penultimate day of Bleptember. )

Tttttthbbptt. The sound of a bleppy dog deflating like a balloon, this Twenty-Eighth of Bleptember

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A French Bulldog in a dog bed, her legs tucked beneath her, her face on the rim of the cushion, her tongue almost-entirely out.

This Bleptember pic looks a bit like a political poster to me. Vote Dog, for a future with More Ham, Fewer Vacuum Cleaners!

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A French Bulldog, sitting upright, at the left of the frame, facing up and right, with her tongue sticking out.

A round of especially-crazy zoomies on the morning of this Twenty-Sixth of Bleptember was apparently too much for this little pupper, who's now looking like she's in need of a morning nap.

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A French Bulldog lies on her side, half-in and half-out of a basket, her face resting on its side on the floor with her tongue sticking out.

Happy Twenty-Fifth of Bleptember from our adorkable doggle.

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A French Bulldog sits in a corner, looking alert, with her tongue sticking out.

The Twenty-Fourth of Bleptember will go down as a Good Day in the diary of our warmth-loving dog. It was finally cold and autumnal enough that we lit the fireplace, affording her the opportunity to snuggle up as close to it as we'd permit her too.

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A French Bulldog lies on a soft bed in front of a lit fireplace. Her tongue sticks out from her contented face.

Our doggo's sleepy face this rainy Twenty-Third of Bleptember seems to say: "Mondays, am I right?"

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A sleepy-looking French Bulldog lies on a throw, her tongue out the side of her mouth.

Sofa time is best time.

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A happy-looking French Bulldog peeps over the back of the sofa on which she stands, her tongue slightly out.

It looks like a rainstorm is imminent this Twenty-First of Bleptember, but that won't stop this optimistic blepper from waiting near the front door in case anybody's willing to take for a walk.

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A French Bulldog wearing a harness lies on a rug in a hallway. Her tongue is sticking out.

(She hates the rain, but sometimes if she's found it to be pouring down out the back door she'll insist on checking out the front door to see if it's raining there too.)

When she's in need of some love and attention, like this Twentieth of Bleptember, my dog will place herself underfoot at my desk. She won't necessarily put her blep away, though.

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A French Bulldog, her tongue sticking out and folded over itself by her underbite, stands under a desk while a hand pets her neck.