It's extremely rare for me to post onto LivingTastefully twice in one day, but I've had multiple requests for a photo of the newest addition to our family. He actually isn't even with us yet... a pied French Bulldog who we have named Bisous (Bee-zoo) and means "kisses" in French. We couldn't be happier and if all goes as planned, he should be with us by mid-January.
It's as though Bisous was meant to be, even before we found him. When we were in Paris this past September, I finally got to meet Stacey Snacks (you knew this was eventually coming, didn't you, Stacey?) And all of you are probably wondering where I'm going with this...
... as usual, I'll make this a long story... My husband and I were invited to Stacey and Henry's apartment on the Right Bank of Paris; just off the Champs-Elysées. The entire evening was a Slap My Face, Pinch Me moment that I would do anything to relive.
The balcony had a view of the Eiffel Tower and we stepped out onto it often...
And let me just say... the apartment was beyond French beautiful. Like I said, a Pinch Me moment to the max!
But finally, back to Bisous being "meant to be"... Stacey surprised me with the French bag below that has a pied French Bulldog woven onto the front. It has turned out to be (eerily) identical to the little pied male that will soon be ours. An omen, it seems.
(I now need to knit him a red scarf with black dots.) Our house has been far too quiet without Pipi. I'm looking forward to being totally preoccupied with this little guy.
But back to Paris. I have been known to make a complete idiot out of myself running after every French Bulldog I see while there. Here are a few of the photos I took of Frenchies on my recent trip. Above is a cast plaster French Bulldog with a collar that is for sale at a stationary shop on Rue du Bac.
Another "model" Frenchie sporting a hand-knit sweater and collar/leash at Le Bon Marché.
I absolutely love this old, paper maché French Bulldog in the window of an antique shop across the street from the French Sénat in the Jardin du Luxumbourg. I could find the perfect spot for him in my house...
A black-brindle Frenchie on a Saturday morning walk in the 7th Arrondissement.
And finally, a tiger brindle French Bulldog running off leash in the gardens of Versailles. That's the life! And yes, the French love their French Bulldogs.
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