I have had many Frenchie Loves over the past 18 years all serious in their own way. Some of my Frenchie Loves were because I couldn’t take my eyes off of the cute flat nose that was stuck in my face every time I tried to turn around. Other Loves were because of the way the cute little puppy would waddle across the floor with the determination of a Saint Bernard and the coordination of a drunk monkey. Some of my Frenchie Loves came about as I would listen to the tenor of their snores. Each one has a pitch and a rhythm all of their own. In the dark I could identify my loves by their sounds as if they were artists playing their own music.
But my first Frenchie Love was a little guy I went to see about 18 years ago. All the way to see him I told myself “I am not buying a Frenchie today.” I have heard about people seeing a litter and buying the first dog they see. I was not going to fall like that. My love was going to be hard to get. I pulled into the yard of a breeder who had a litter of three puppies. When I stepped out of the car I saw him. He was a small, brindle pied and his ears were still leaning over. OH MY GOSH, HE LOOKS LIKE A SIX INCH TALL MILK COW. My head was saying you don’t really like him but my heart was in love. I was panic stricken. I didn’t want anyone to know I was in love…. before I even had my hands on him I knew his name was Boomer and he was mine. To seal the deal he turned his butt to me and there on his back clear as day was a heart. Forget playing hard to get, forget worrying about the price, forget that there were any other dogs in the world. I was in love.
Boomer lived almost 14 years and made me laugh every day. He was my first Frenchie Love and as they say there is nothing like your first love, especially when its a Frenchie!