Maddy did not seem very happy for the first day or two. There were a few moments of growling, but for the most part she was just giving Bailey the cold shoulder. But then late last night I saw her initiate a game of tug of war with him for the first time. I nervously watched, wondering if I would hear a growl and the whole thing turn ugly. I did not and it didn’t.
Two leashes now wait by the door instead of one, and now I’m the guy walking TWO French bulldogs down the street. I’ve seen that guy before, and in all my thoughts about myself I never imagined becoming him.
But after a few days of it, I’m here to report that people on the street are real nice to that guy. I’d go so far as to say that they are happy to see him. I’ve learned there is nothing like two smiling Frenchies to warm the hearts of even the coldest New York strangers I pass on the street.