Mabel

For over a year now, I have been wanting a new puppy.  Our Boxer of 11 years died in 2014 and we knew nothing would replace Roxy.  We raised her with our kids, she was the best family dog ever.  I must of missed the smooshy face because I became enthralled with french bulldogs.  To me frenchies look like a mini boxer.  I had been "begging" for over a year for my own French Bulldog. When I was going through my diagnosis for lymphoma my husband began a search for a french bulldog.  There is a breeder near us, so he went for a visit.  While I was recovering from surgery he started texting me pictures of a cute little frenchie.  I just couldn't commit at the time, not knowing what my diagnosis would be and how I would feel.

A little while later with 2 chemo treatments behind me, I was getting lonely being around the house. I started wanting that puppy again.  I needed something to do.  Little did I know that my husband had kept in touch with the breeder.  I began looking up info on new puppies and chemo.  Many sites said not to get one, due to the potty messes and my low immune system.  I was so disappointed.  My husband encouraged me to call the doctor to see if it would be alright.

The next day I called multiple times to be sent to voicemail or the wrong department.  I was ready to give up when my husband told me to get ready to look at puppy.  What?  I've tried to call the doctor, to no avail.  He had called earlier and got the go ahead.  He also called the breeder and she had a puppy she had not advertised.  We went to see her and signed the papers.  The perfect frenchie, a fawn female, most likely the runt of the litter.  I know she was meant for me.

 

 Mabel makes me laugh everyday!

She snuffles and snorts.  Cuddles and snores,

On days when I don't have energy Mabel will lay with me on the couch.  Other days she follows me everywhere.  She is not high maintenance, and is incredibly patient for puppy of 5 months.