
I wasn’t really prepared to get my puppy in December 2004. I had to drive over a 1000km to pick him up in Thunder Bay, Ontario. We drove back through Ontario because the streets were better plowed. I had a little doggie with me and he was cute. I had chosen the dominant puppy of the litter. He was the biggest and most energetic, and I knew that possibly he would be a handful.
When I finally got my French Bulldog puppy that I had aptly named Spikees or Spike for short, he cried a bit because I kept him in a box in the bathroom. There was no way that I was going to clean up his business from our marvelous Brazilian red wood floors.
At the time, I was working from home. I needed the company and the exercise. I had wanted to get a Frenchie for about 15 years, ever since I had first learned of the breed in a book I had read.
I knew that Frenchies are a handful at home and will chew through some furniture. I got the idea of lightly spraying some cayenne pepper on the plants and the bottom of the furniture so that he wouldn’t chew on it. I gave him some cardboard boxes to chew. Since then, he’s always had massive fun destroying the cardboard boxes that I gave him.
Almost three years later, Spike is a maturing Frenchie. He’s house trained and amicable, loving the company of other people and other dogs. He always wants to play with other doggies. He still gets his boxes that he loves to shred. He has less energy than back when he was a puppy. That’s actually a good thing. He was all over the place when he was a puppy.
He has this funny quirk of liking to perch himself on top of high things. If he could climb bookshelves, I’m sure I would come home to find it on top of one. For now, he perches himself on top of the sofa, on the end of one side. He perches himself on top of the large mass of cushions that are all massed together. He’s a funny little critter.
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