I’m a French Bulldog. I guess humans call it my breed ‘cause both my parents were Frenchies. I was born in Pittsburgh PA (Go Steelers!) I left my mom Izzy and my dad Rocket, three brothers, and breeder Tracy, to live with my new human family: my new mom is another Tracey, but with an “ey.” My dad is a Bob, sister Kristi, and brother Scott. I’m the only four-legged, but it’s cool. I think they want four legs or something since they “eww” and “ahh” over my handsome self. All I have to do is look at them and they are like “Oh look at Lil Rock.” I’m cool with it. Love is good. Food is good too. Yeah got to love food: kibble, carrots, crumbs; I inhale the stuff. Speaking of inhaling, I snort. I snort randomly, or I may be working the floor for crumbs. That’s just how it is. Sleep is good, throw in a little playtime and more sleep, and I’m good. I like my mama in view though. You know I’m not sure if it’s a Frenchie thing, but you know, I can let out a howl or two if I can’t see her. I’m a social guy, loving the people. I don’t want to hang too long on my own, unless I need a good snooze. You’ll get to know me a little better if you check back and do some reading here. You know, take a break from the tube, and the work. Have a little cyber snuggle fest with Lil Rock.
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