If riding a French bulldog around were possible, I would be the happiest girl in the world. Of course, if there were a miniature Paula Deen who rode a regular-sized French bulldog, I might even be happier.
Chubby Jones
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Hmm. How will she cart her butter from place to place? Maybe she needs a chariot-type setup, via which she can bring delicious greases to unhappy diners whose toast is too dry.
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You are right – she definitely needs some kind of wagon, or some burlap sacks. I’m imagining a big haul of individually packaged pats of butter (and maybe some Country Crock for those margarine-inclined).
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