Growing up, we always had cats… and not just one or two. In addition to the 6 of us siblings there always seemed to be a band of cats running around our house, often with a bunch of baby kittens in tow.  I have never been a “dog person” and, after a tricky experience with our rescue dog, Penny (who we were thankfully able to re-home with my aunt and uncle!), I was firmly in the “No More Dogs” camp.  But Paul grew up with dogs and insisted that getting a puppy would be different.

Then, one night at dinner, our boys ambushed us (maybe with help from Paul? Hmmm…) with a presentation entitled, “Why Should We Get a Pet?”, and took turns presenting each page!  They asked us to think about it for one week and get back to them with a decision, after they promised to do all of the feeding and walking of course (ha!).

So, Paul and I visited a French bulldog breeder, without telling the boys, and when we got there the puppies went wild!  They were all very rambunctious, except the very smallest of the bunch who kind of hung back quietly and then crawled into our lap.  That’s when I knew she would be the one!