It is not a secret that I absolutely L-O-V-E French Bulldogs! And I have to thank my husband for this obsession! Well…not entirely, I guess. I was pre-disposed to love anything with a smushed face! When I was a child – oh, many, many moons ago – my parents gave me a teddy bear for Christmas! It was not your typical teddy bear, he could not sit on its bum like others. Instead he lay on my bed, pillow or belly like a stuffed rug. I often squished his muzzle back into his head to make him bulldog-like! He was my sidekick, my friend, my hero, my security blanket – rolled into one soft, cushy, brown & white thing. I carried him around everywhere. I loved “Tips”.
One of the saddest day in my life was when my younger brother accidentally hid him in one of those tube floor lamps while we were playing hide-and-seek and we turned the lights on. It didn’t take long until we started smelling something burning and discovered smoke rising from the floor lamp. My heart stopped! I can’t even remember who valiantly tried to rescue him, but it was too late. His cute squished face was gone! My brother cried out of remorse, I cried for my loss. For days, even weeks I was inconsolable.
Fast forward to 2002. My husband and I were getting tired of coming home late to a quiet apartment. We needed a distraction, an excuse to come home early from work. Hubby surprised me one evening with the words: “We should get a dog!”
“Impossible!” , I retorted. He would be neglected because we always worked late.
“Come see these dogs on the computer” he said.
I had been oblivious for days about how much research he had done to find the perfect dog for us! I peeked at the screen and there they were: 3 gorgeous, brindle Frenchies tagged, Small, Medium and Large Boy. I tried to nonchalantly hide my joy by telling him that we don’t have time for one of them.
“Which one would you pick if you had a choice?” he asked and read the description of each dog.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the dogs on the screen! They all looked like my beloved “Tips”! Can we really afford to look after a puppy with our busy work schedule? Can we financially take the responsibility? We had, after all, just bought our apartment and had gone on a crazy expensive Disneyland trip!
“…independent and less attached to the mother”, Hubby said.
“I want that one!” I replied, not thinking my previous thoughts through and not really believing Hubby would do something as crazy as buying Small Boy (the one I picked), definitely an expensive dog!
A few weeks later the deed was done. The puppy was paid for and we just needed to wait a couple more weeks before the he could be taken away from his mother. On a cold and wet evening in December of 2002, Stitch arrived via plane from Cold Lake, Alberta at the Vancouver airport in a little kitty carrier. He was stinky from a little “accident” on his blanket, but he was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen on this planet. My very own live “Tips” had come into my life!
I was instantly smitten!