I love dogs, but I do not have one. I love when I’m walking, holding a grocery store bag, toward someone with a dog. The dog knows it’s food and thinks it’s for him.
I also love seeing dogs wiggle their butts when they see businesses with water and/or treats waiting for them outside.
I understand the politics behind pet shops. Yes, they’re problematic. Put that aside for a moment and enjoy this baby Frenchie, who undoubtedly now lives a posh life in a happy home.
Little French Bulldogs are my favorite.
This whole scenario is so inspirational to me: a French Bulldog (one of three joyous pups) in baby jogger.
Dogs are everywhere in the city, especially (I think) the more residential areas of Brooklyn. This guy watched me through the window of a coffee shop while I texted with a friend.
He left before I could pet him.