Charlotte and I met for lunch today which is always a lovely, if not rushed activity before we both have to hurry back to our day jobs. While the latest finds and beauty products are always on the chit-chat itinerary, we found that today we shared the guilt/reality of the fact that it’s been over a month since the last blog post went up, and we’re awfully sorry. I believe it went something like this:
So, after making each other feel vaguely better about how we haven’t been blogging as much as we’d planned, and that perhaps our *secret* dream of becoming famous beauty bloggers on the VIP guest list for Coachella may be slightly further away than we’d like, we reflected on the name we chose for this blog, and how we ought to be posting more about bulldogs and banana bread – not just beauty and blushers!
This brings me back to the purpose of this post. I would like to share a bit more of Roxy, my fabulous French Bulldog. Roxy is now 4 and a half years old and has her annual booster vaccination this Saturday. For me, this is bad news, it’s expensive and traumatic/potentially embarrassing. For Roxy, this is also bad news – she is a smart dog who knows that a trip to the vets is rarely going to be for good things. She thinks those dogs in the waiting room wagging their tails are dummies. She’s never had a positive experience at the vets, the worst was having to spend 4 nights there after major surgery, the best… anal sack expressing (and that’s about as pleasant as it sounds!) Those who are familiar with Frenchies may be familiar with the ‘frenchie death yodel‘, a noise like a strangled baby that saves itself for occasions such as this trip. So while i’m not looking forward to it, Roxy has the luxury of being blissfully unaware.