I had two black brindle Frenchies years ago, long before most people had heard of a French bulldog. Their names were Petey and Leon and they were the funniest dogs, full of personality. They both passed away several years ago now but I still miss them. My husband has grown resigned to watching me chase down any French bulldog that I see in public, to get my Frenchie kisses.
So you can imagine my delight when friends of mine decided to get a French bulldog puppy. Okay, there was some apprehension on some people’s part (looking at you, Mom) that maybe I would try to steal said puppy away when I met it. And, I admit, it was tempting- but my friends know where I live so I decided that the best compromise was to take pictures of their puppy. Luckily they were on board with that plan so I was able to photograph Poppi as a young puppy, and again just recently as Poppi celebrated her first birthday.
I thought it might be fun to look back and compare images from both photo shoots and to share a few of Poppi enjoying her birthday cake (peanut butter flavored from Three Dog Bakery). Bone appetit!