Life as a bulldog mum

 

 

I got my first bulldog back in 2012 and have had a few since then but the one that I’ve fallen head over heels in love with is my girl Squishy. 

 

I look at her and she does something to my heart, it literally bursts open

 

I’ve been told we’ve had many past lives together where she’s always been my protector.

 

Life as a bulldog mum is quite different to owning any other dog. 

 

It means…. 

 

constantly laughing out loud at the funny things she does

getting regular stink eye looks from her

her pretending she’s never been fed in her life

she’s fast asleep one minute, next minute pantry door opens and she’s immediately next to me

endless pawing at me if I dare be on my phone or laptop; “attentions me mumma!!”

licking my ears when I’m hanging in traction

sitting on various parts of my body (usually head) when I’m doing yoga

owning the house

regularly edging me out of my own king size bed (she’s only small but seems to take up all the space)

waking me up with her death inducing farts

all the cuddles and love 

snoring like a truck driver 

her love of the beach 

her absolute selfish bitchness around not sharing any toys 

her cheese hunting abilities 

 

Not to mention ALL. THE. WEIRD. NOISES.

 

I’ve had plenty of pets in my life but no other has matched up the hilariousness and deep soul love of a bulldog. 

 

Note: they make terrible guard dogs. 

 

They make amazing watch dogs; they’ll watch while your shit gets stolen (true story!)

 

What are you a mum/dad to? Tell me your “life as a….. mum/dad story

 

Catcha on the flip side,

 

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