Tag: dog

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.

It's the Fourth of Bleptember, but I couldn't help but share a photo from the Third, when our dog just couldn't find space for her tongue and her ball in her mouth at the same time... but soon found a workaround.

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In a grassy field, a satisfied-looking French Bulldog wearing a red jumper holds an orange ball in the left corner of her mouth, while her tongue hangs limply all the way out of the right side of her mouth.

Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.

It's the Third of Bleptember, and this routine-loving pupper is still confused by the fact that the elder child doesn't come on the school-run morning walk any more, instead leaving early to catch the bus to her new school. Look at those big anxious eyes, poor thing!

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A French Bulldog wearing a harness stands in a cluttered hallway, looking sideways through an open door. Her tongue is sticking slightly out.

The Second of Bleptember brought back the morning school run into this doggo's routine. And while she was glad of the extra walk, she also seemed glad of the opportunity to lie down in a quiet, child-free hallway upon our return home.

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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog lies on a rug, with her tongue sticking out almost enough to touch the floor.

Bleptember's upon us once again, so I'll be attempting to snap a daily picture of my bleppy doggo with her tongue sticking out!

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A sleepy French Bulldog lies on a soft dog bed with her tongue sticking entirely out, lying on a pillowy edge.

This young lady is dog-tired after a long day of running around and playing, this First of Bleptember.

A moderately-large house spider dropped down and startled my dog as she napped in her basket, so now she's hiding under my desk and refusing to return to bed. 🙄😂

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In faux-soft-focus, a champagne-coloured French Bulldog looks up from beneath an office desk, framed between the shorts-wearing legs of a white man.

Finished work. Figured I'd chill in the hammock for a bit as it's so nice out.

The dog decided she wanted to lie in it too.

So now I am a pillow for a dog.

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Dan, a middle-aged white man with long hair and a goatee beard, lies on a striped hammock in a verdant garden. He's wearing a t-shirt which says "love" over a ribbon in pride colours, and on his chest lies a contented-looking champagne-coloured French Bulldog.