I Tried, Mom!

Hello, dear readers. It’s me again, Winston, the French Bulldog with a heart full of love and, well, paws full of mischief. This week’s blog is dedicated to someone truly special in my life—my Mom. That’s right, it was Mother’s Day this past weekend, and I went all out to make it unforgettable. Did it go as planned? Spoiler alert: absolutely not. But hey, I did my best to show Mom just how much I love her.

So, without further ado, here’s a look at how it went down.

The Paw-Made Ornament Fiasco

It all started with a brilliant idea. Mom loves homemade ornaments, so I thought I’d whip up something special for her. Just me, some paint, and my paws. How hard could it be? Turns out, VERY hard.

First attempt? Shattered. Second attempt? Also shattered. Third attempt? You guessed it. Apparently, these nails of mine are more like wrecking claws, and delicate ornaments don’t stand a chance. By the end of it, the “ornament” looked more like modern art gone horribly wrong. I felt terrible, but at least I have a new “art piece” to add to the hallway (Mom, if you’re reading this, I swear I’ll try again next year).

Breakfast in Bed… Sort Of

Now, what’s Mother’s Day without breakfast in bed? I’ve seen humans do it all the time in movies, so I figured I’d give it a shot. Here’s the thing, though—I don’t have opposable thumbs. Do you know how hard it is to scramble eggs without proper fingers? IMPOSSIBLE.

I improvised and decided to offer Mom one of my prized bones instead. Sure, it wasn’t bacon and eggs, but it’s the thought that counts. Also, who doesn’t want a juicy bone right when they wake up? Apparently, Mom.

My Attempt at Being Independent

Okay, I was really aiming for gold here. Mom always has to help me with, uh, certain bathroom rituals (don’t judge me; it’s a Frenchie thing), so I figured I’d take care of it myself for once. No help. No wipes. Just me being a clean, independent boy.

How did it go, you ask? Not great. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll just say that Mom had to step in… again. Listen, I tried. I really did. But cleanliness is a team effort when you’re this low to the ground!

A Dog’s Love Is Forever

Despite my many, MANY failed attempts at pulling off the perfect Mother’s Day, I hope Mom felt the love. Honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without her. She keeps me happy, safe, and spoiled enough to think I can orchestrate holidays and conquer the world. That’s love, man.

Mom, if you’re reading this, just know you’re the best paw-rent a French Bulldog could wish for. My heart bursts every time I get to curl up next to you, especially when you scratch my back or share a teeny-tiny piece of your snack (I won’t tell if you don’t).

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Next year, I promise to, um, maybe just…. stick to giving you cuddles instead.

With Love (and a little guilt),

Winston 🐾