I could relate to this. Not the dining with a crown prince, princess, and ambassador part, but the constantly farting, drooling, cantankerous bulldog part, as a bulldog owner myself. ;) I strongly...
I could relate to this. Not the dining with a crown prince, princess, and ambassador part, but the constantly farting, drooling, cantankerous bulldog part, as a bulldog owner myself. ;)
I strongly disagree with the end line recommending "never get a bulldog" though!!! Well, unless you have a weak stomach for viciously bad smelling farts, and can't stand tons of drooling (as well as all the dried drool stains on your clothing and furniture that go along with it). Because that's just the nature of bulldogs, so if you can't live with that you can't live with them.
If you have no problem with farts or drool, those kinda gross aspects of their existence are part of their charm though! E.g. My bulldog's nickname is "bubbles" because whenever we give him treats he somehow manages to create genuine, fully-formed drool bubbles that hang off of his jowls, usually dropping to the floor after a few seconds, and often failing to pop even after landing. His farts are also room-clearingly bad... both of which my dad, nephew and I find hilarious, but my mom and sister, not so much. :P
I could relate to this. Not the dining with a crown prince, princess, and ambassador part, but the constantly farting, drooling, cantankerous bulldog part, as a bulldog owner myself. ;)
I strongly disagree with the end line recommending "never get a bulldog" though!!! Well, unless you have a weak stomach for viciously bad smelling farts, and can't stand tons of drooling (as well as all the dried drool stains on your clothing and furniture that go along with it). Because that's just the nature of bulldogs, so if you can't live with that you can't live with them.
If you have no problem with farts or drool, those kinda gross aspects of their existence are part of their charm though! E.g. My bulldog's nickname is "bubbles" because whenever we give him treats he somehow manages to create genuine, fully-formed drool bubbles that hang off of his jowls, usually dropping to the floor after a few seconds, and often failing to pop even after landing. His farts are also room-clearingly bad... both of which my dad, nephew and I find hilarious, but my mom and sister, not so much. :P
p.s. Dog tax: Quincy, my Olde English Bulldogge.