We’ve recently come across many beautiful black and white photographs of French bulldogs. These are just some of our favorites!
I swim in their wide oceans.
I fly around in their skies.
I pierce very deep into them;
When I look in their eyes
If you don’t love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
I have no particular talent. I am merely inquisitive.
I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;
I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon to keep fat souls from sleep.
I wish I could unravel,
the fabric in-between,
and tear away the distance,
to bring you close to me.
Little Master Mischievous, that’s the name for you;
There’s no better title that describes the things you do:
Prying into corners, peering into nooks,
Tugging table covers, tearing costly books.
Little Master Mischievous, have your roguish way;
Time, I know, will stop you, soon enough some day.
Edgar Albert Guest