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French Bulldog Blog

Questions To Ask A French Bulldog Breeder

Tiffany
Save this graphic to your phone so you have it with you when you go to meet your Frenchie pup and breeder! Keep reading for some additional info and an explanation for each question at the end of the blog. Can you guess how many questions I asked Yoda’s breeder when we went to meet Yoda for the first time? The same number of questions I asked Luna’s breeder when we went to see her for the first time. NONE. I asked ZERO questions. Okay, maybe I asked some questions but I feel like they were Keep Barking[...]
French Bulldog Blog, Pitbull

Luna

Tiffany
Call me crazy but I think most Frenchie owners will agree that once you have one in your life it is of the utmost importance that you bring a second into your home. We quickly realized that pairing a young puppy with a twelve year old dog wasn’t doing much for Yoda. He always wanted to play, which was fun for us, but we also felt he needed a puppy playmate. As my husband said, “Having two small dogs is technically like having one big dog.” I happily agreed and we started our search for Keep Barking[...]
French Bulldog Blog, French Bulldog Health

Yoda

Tiffany
 Steve and I always dreamed of owning a French Bulldog. We lost Subee so unexpectedly and after a few nights of crying ourselves to sleep, Steve suggested that we look at Frenchie puppies. I wasn’t ready but I knew a puppy wouldn’t be a bad thing. The thing about marriage is finding a place where you both exist happily and I could see that looking at puppies was bringing joy back to Steve in a time that felt somewhat joyless. I don’t want to go too much into the details that come Keep Barking[...]
French Bulldog Blog, Pitbull

Zeke

Tiffany
My husband Steve and I went on our first date in 2009. I met him at his apartment before we headed out to our local Greek Festival for good food and way too much wine. When I arrived I was greeted by Zeke. Zeke is a very intimidating American Staffordshire Terrier (what most people know as a pitbull), he barked, stood his ground as I entered, and then promptly hugged me (yes, he really gives hugs). Zeke loved me before my husband and I even knew we loved each other. It’s funny how we can never Keep Barking[...]