Welcome everyone, to the #AtoZChallenge Blogging Extravaganza, where hundreds of bloggers publish 26 posts in 30 days, one for each letter of the alphabet, covering a myriad of topics! “Dog Breeds & Anecdotes” is my theme. Click HERE to see all posts and HERE to view the participants. Please support our efforts by visiting, sharing and commenting. We have all worked long and hard on this project. Have fun and thanks for reading! ♥
[pronounced Beeshawn Freezay]
The Bichon Frise, ( French: a modification of bichon à poil frisé, “curly-haired lap dog”) is a small dog noted for its fluffy white coat and cheerful disposition. Descended from the water spaniel, it is about 9 to 12 inches (23 to 30 cm) tall and features a short blunt muzzle, silky ears that drop, and a puffy, silky, curled coat and an undercoat. The breed enjoyed four centuries of favour from royalty, especially in France in the late 16th century when King Henry III carried the little dogs in a basket attached to ribbons around his neck. By the late 19th century, aristocratic fancies had turned to other dogs, and Bichons became circus performers, organ-grinders’ mascots and commoners’ pets. They were first brought to the United States in 1956 and became fully recognized by the American Kennel Club in 1972. – Encyclopedia Britannica
Two of my favourite houseguests have been Bichons. They are adorable with lovely dispositions.
The first time I met Jack, he was about 8 months old and his mom was cradling him in her arm like a cat. Smaller than most of his breed (that’s him on the left), he was obviously a pampered pooch. At first, he didn’t want to walk with the others, planting his little feet on the sidewalk and giving me a leery stare. After some cajoling, he finally started moving. From that day on, he was always excited to go and kept up a brisk pace. Sadly, we lost Jack to cancer a couple of years ago. He was 13 years old. R.I.P. little Jackie. We miss you! ♥
Murphy probably spends more time at my house than any other dog. He’s an old man of 15 now but was about 2 or 3 when we first met. The reason he’s with me so much is that he suffers from separation anxiety. When left alone, he panics and becomes destructive, so his family often brings him here when they’re otherwise occupied. If we’re going out, he’s fine as long as there are other dogs in the house. If not, sedation is required. Since I’m philosophically opposed to that idea, I’ll either stay home, take him with me or get one of my friends to dog sit. It’s a little inconvenient, but the idea of doping up an otherwise happy, healthy dog disturbs me, especially one of advanced age. All prescription drugs have side effects. Read more HERE. With any luck, Murphy will be around for a few years, yet. He’s a sturdy little guy.
Do you like Bichons?
Would you tranquilize a dog on a regular basis?
Looking forward to your comments!