Disclaimer: Mike does not like french bulldogs and says that he never will.
The time: Wednesday, 8/24/11, 11:04PM
The place: My apartment, and an undisclosed location elsewhere
The players: Me and Mike
So I’m on the phone with Mike as he’s walking to a friends house, and I hear him run into a person walking a french bulldog. Before I can launch into my usual WHAT COLOR WHAT’S ITS NAME IS IT A GIRL OR BOY HOW BIG IS IT CUTE CAN I KEEP IT I hear Mike ask the owner if he can pet it . And then he’s using his dog voice and I’m getting jealous that he’s petting a frenchie and I’m not and…
he utters six little words.
“I like them!”
“I want one”
It is official. I have finally convinced Mike to like french bulldogs. This is the biggest and first step of my three-year Get a Puppy campaign and I feel like I won the lottery. Now it’s only a matter of time (days really) until I have a Frenchie of my own.