hello friends, wally here. mom and dad keep all my toys in my toy basket, sorry baskets, plural, as there are two now. i have to dig down and around to find what I want, it’s kind of a pain and it takes so much time, so i drag the baskets around the family room, and then as dad says, i shake the cr*p out of the basket like i’m some sort of animal, and then i try to dump them all out to find just the right toy. dad said he’s exhausted from picking up all my sh*t and maybe i could pick up my stuff after i’m done. but why put them all back in the basket when i’m just going to dump them all out 5 minutes later. i don’t get it, and he said he didn’t either. Have a great weekend. Wally.

hello friends, wally here. i started my morning being an apprentice banker, and it didn’t end well because…oops dad told me not to share it with all my lady friends on social media as they are so over-the-top sloppy wally lovers, whatever that means, so he sent me out to do yard work with mom. mom said i am the best yard dog ever. i love mom, (and dad only because he gives me so many snacks.) Have a great evening. Wally. #frenchie #frenchbulldog #pet #dog #funny #wally #cute

Wally’s Great Adventures (55 – VOLUME UP) hello friends, wally here. after my tummy aches earlier in the week, which led to 2 vomiting episodes @ 2:30 am which dad called the release of “a toxic chemical bath” all over the bed – – several of my girlfriends on FB suggested that maybe we should try snacking on carrots rather than the scat in the backyard, ‘nasty scat’ is what dad calls it. my girlfriends are so smart. i don’t have tummy aches any more, and i just love carrots. they are so sweet. dad says my poopie now looks like little bitty orange popsicles, and mom says leave it to dad to go over-the-top on snacks. just wanted to thank all of you, and if you have any more tips for snacks, all beef sausages would be amazing, tell dad, please! have a great weekend. Wally.

hello friends, wally here. i’m missing Sully so much after he left. naps and night time without my bro-bff just aren’t the same. speaking about night time, my tummy has been a little upset lately, 2x around 2:30 am my tummy starts to girgle, and then up it comes, brown gunk all over the white duvet cover and then mom rushes me onto the floor where i finish my business. and then mom yells at dad saying that he might get out of bed and help so she can clean up the mess, and dad says just leave it, he’s not getting up, ’he’s exhausted’, he doesn’t mind sleeping ‘in it’ and ‘its not so bad’. mom fires back, ‘are you kidding me!’ so mom takes care of the bedding, dad takes me outside where its freezing cold, and he’s not happy (again) and says that good boys don’t be puking on the bed. and i should stop eating scat and dust bunnies and other crap because i was cutting into his sleep time, cutting into the few hours of sleep that he manages to get in, and he cant be walking around like a zombie all day. i don’t know what a zombie is but it doesn’t sound good. anywho, we all get back into bed, my tummy feels better, i cozy with mom, she loves me and doesn’t yell at me like dad, and there’s dad mumbling about not being able to sleep, and he’s staring bug-eyed reading something on his light box. that’s all for tonight friends. Wally.

(VOLUME UP) hello friends, wally here. big day. its the weekend, and my big brother came to visit. dad’s fun and all (note to self – show training can get a bit long in the tooth, but that’s ok, he means well). sully and i wrestle, play tug-o-war with my toys, play outside, go for walks with mom, and then we take long naps together, have snacks, and then i cozy with sully between mom and dad at night when we go sleep. sully’s leaving in a few hours. i will miss him. have a great night everyone. Wally.

Wally’s Great Adventures (52 – VOLUME UP – BORN TO RUN) hello friends, wally here. big day. its the weekend, and you know what that means, dad’s training sessions to become a world class show dog. and, i had extra lessons during the week to (a) ‘unravel all of moms softy training,’ like spiraling backwards he said, and (b) due to last week’s disaster, ‘disaster’ as dad described it, with not a whiff of exaggeration, calling me ‘a poor excuse for a Canadian, shivering like a hairless chihuahua, tip toeing in the snow, and running into mammas arms after like 3 minutes, sad, sad as sh*t’ he repeated. so he taught me how to be respectful to others, how to be polite, how to be passive aggressive whenever there was conflict (he must have failed that lesson, disaster, that’s what i would call that), and finally the need to become a good ice skater. he said i was not half bad on the canadian training, and coming from dad, that’s like a miracle. and then dad took me outside for more training. and what i show i put on. dad’s hands where like beet red from the cold snow balls he was rolling and tossing. but, he said, and first a moment of silence here to let this sink it, ‘dad said i was just incredible. like olympic caliber snow ball chaser.’ olympic star! did you hear that?!? could that have been a tear i saw from dad before he turned away? could dad have been that proud? wow. let’s see THAT again. have a great weekend everyone. Wally.