She’s real french girl! The QUEEN ♠

The story about Phoebe is very special. Except that was our dream to have this kind of troll at home =-)) She came to our place in the most difficult and hard time for me, what was the sickness of my mother.. so for the long time before we decided, I was searching the ads in Internet – just for fun. I was looking at the puppies for many hours, every day. My exploring had no ending! My love Jacek – I think he had enough of my questions, like: “Can we have a dog?”.

– No!

– Why? Look how sweet they are.


But. The worse and more difficult my mom’s situation was, the closer I was to getting my Phoebe. I felt that Jacek’s heart coming softer. He saw my pain and felt the same way. One day I showed him one add, near to our location with the most sweetest french bulldogs puppies I’ve ever saw. “Can we go just for fun, and see them Jacek?” And he said “OK. But don’t treat this trip like that we’re going to get it!” – he said =-))


Exactly 3 years and 3 months later at the enclosed picture, she stole our hearts. (Mostly his) ;-)) kidding.

She was the medicine for all bad things at that time. Biggest emotional support I’ve had. Thanks to Jacek. When the words are not enough. Taking care of Phoebe was absorbing enough.

All of you who have or had the dog, know what kind of love it is. What a big support in many kind of life situation. No matter what happens, they are stand of us. Unconditional. Always. There is no other warmer and furry hug than this from your dog =-))

At last I need to say, that if I would not be the owner of the French bulldog by myself, I will never believed how active and cheeky they can be. It is a volcano of energy, a sensitive and positive being. Spread the confusion and joy at home.


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