We adopted Marshall when he was nine months old. He was a scrawny little thing with scabs all over him and a really (really) bad bladder.
The first day we had him, we fell asleep on the couch and he peed all over my girlfriend. That’s how we became his.
I can’t speak highly enough about the Chicago French Bulldog Rescue, who took him in, got him checked out by the vet and let us foster him first to make sure he’d get along with our main homegirl, Bubble.
They started out a little rough – he wanted to cuddle her, she wanted nothing to do with him, but now she gets pissed off if he doesn’t play with her.
He is the biggest snuggler in the world and we think he’s convinced he’s a human since he insists on using a pillow to put his head on at night and likes to be the big spoon while we sleep.
Best. Purchase. Ever.