my champion

I never thought I could love something so much. You know, besides my handsome husband. He's 2 feet tall, super hairy and eats off the floor. He's Champ.

And here are some reasons why I love him: (and Betty I know you are lovin' the bullets:))

• when he greets you he shakes not just his nub of a tail but his whole torso in excitement. He looks like a wiggly slinky.




• the white side of his face turns pink after he wakes up from sleeping on it.




• his snoring sounds like a defective whoopie cushion




• when he first wakes up, he yawns and lets out a high-pitched squeak noise




• he gives high-fives. sitting or standing.




• he has a polka-dotted belly




• he likes my feet




• he cuddles




• he sometimes falls asleep upsidedown with his jauwels(?) hanging down bearing his teeth




• he hops like a bunny when he fetches a toy




• he enjoys being comfortable and has to be near a pillow of some sort

I affectionately call him champ champ. He's definitely a big part of the family. I never thought a bulldog would melt my heart but alas....he has.

And here's my Champ Champ.

Baby Champ at 8 weeks old.

Champ at 8 months old.