 "Love"!
This word means a different thing for a lot of people but for a real dog owner there are two types of love.I love my partner with real love, who is loyal to me and has accepted this way of life, that is living with dogs.
All the 24 hours are about dogs.It doesn’t matter if it is a holiday, a weekend or a dinner invitation: we have set our life to the dogs.Our family members have accepted this, because they can see that we are doing this with the persistance of a bulldog and we believe in it.
The other ’love’ has had for 14 years.It is difficult to describe this feeling, because who likes dogs, it doesn’t matter what kind of dog he or she strokes, the only thing is that it is a dog.It can be a crossbreed, or a run over dog that needs help, we do everything for it.I daresay we can call it love.
The real love for me is the French bulldog.It’s all the same that either it has three legs or it is ill or it isn’t the nicest dog, but it is a bulldog in body and in mind.When I see it, my heart beats faster, I cower to it instinctively to get to know it.When it comes to me grunting and frisking its tail, speaking with its whole body , some kind of good feeling floods my body.I just feel it when I see a French bulldog.
If you feel the same to this kind of the dog , Dear Reader, or you just want to feel the same, we are looking forward to you among us.
Best regards:
Henriett Tatár
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