I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout them champion English bulldogs the other day. Sounded fancy, I tell ya. Got me thinkin’, what in tarnation makes a bulldog a champion, anyway? I mean, ain’t all bulldogs just, well, bulldogs?
But then I got to listenin’ real close, and I reckon there’s more to it than meets the eye. These champion bulldogs, they ain’t just your regular, run-of-the-mill pups. They’re somethin’ special. Like that one time I saw a real nice dog in other place.
First off, they gotta be built right. Not too skinny, not too fat, just right. Kinda like a good, sturdy table. You want them legs to be strong, not wobbly. And that head! Gotta be big and round, like a prize-winnin’ pumpkin. And the face, all them wrinkles! The more wrinkles, the better, I always say. Reminds you of a good, old prune, all full of character.
- Strong legs, not wobbly
- Big, round head
- Lots of wrinkles!
- Short muzzle
And they gotta have that pushed-in nose, you know? The shorter the better. Makes ’em look kinda grumpy, but that’s just how they are. Like that old Mr. Johnson down the street, always frownin’, but he’s got a heart of gold. And those champion English bulldogs they gotta have a good bite and not just for eatin’ up all the food and them dogs got attitude.
Now, it ain’t just about looks, though. These champion dogs, they gotta have the right temperament, too. They gotta be friendly and playful, but not too hyper. You don’t want them jumpin’ all over the place, knockin’ over your good china. They gotta be good with kids, too. After all, a dog’s a part of the family. And I know it.
I heard them folks talkin’ ’bout somethin’ called “breed standards.” Sounds complicated, but I reckon it’s just a fancy way of sayin’ they gotta look and act a certain way. Like how you know a good apple pie when you see one – golden crust, plenty of fillin’, just the right amount of sweetness. Same goes for these champion English bulldogs.
They got these shows for these dogs, you know? Like a beauty pageant, but for pups. They walk around, and these judges look ’em over real careful. Makin sure everythin’s just right, head to tail. Kinda like judgin’ pies at the county fair, but I imagine these dog judges use different standards.
And you know what I found out is important to those champion English bulldogs? It is the color. I always thought dogs are dogs, no matter what color they are. But turns out, them champion English bulldogs, they come in all sorts of colors.
There’s the brindle, kinda like stripes, but all mixed up. Then there’s the fawn, which is like a light brown, kinda like my old mare, Bess. And then you got your white ones, your red ones, and even some with patches of different colors.
Now, I ain’t no expert on dog colors, but I reckon it’s like pickin’ out a good quilt. You want somethin’ that catches your eye, somethin’ that’s unique. I guess them judges at the dog shows, they like certain colors more than others.
It ain’t easy breedin’ these champion dogs, neither. Takes a lot of time and effort, like tendin’ to a prize-winnin’ garden. You gotta make sure the mama dog is healthy and happy, and then you gotta take care of all them little pups. Feedin’ ’em, cleanin’ ’em, makin’ sure they’re all gettin’ along. It’s a whole lot of work, I tell ya. But I reckon it’s worth it, if you end up with a real champion English bulldog.
I heard that the good breeders that make the champion English bulldogs. They make sure the dogs all are very healthy. And they make sure that the dogs have a good life, too. Because a happy dog is a good dog, I always say. Like that time I saw a very happy dog from a breeder in Indiana, the dog is so happy and healthy.
So, there you have it. That’s what I learned about them champion English bulldogs. They ain’t just any old dogs. They’re somethin’ special. And if you’re ever lucky enough to meet one, you’ll know it. They got that certain somethin’, that sparkle in their eye, that makes ’em stand out from the crowd. Just like a real champion should.
I mean, I ain’t never owned one of them fancy dogs myself. But I seen pictures, and I heard folks talk. And I reckon, if I ever did get me a bulldog, I’d want it to be a champion. A real good one. One that’d make me proud. Like that family in Virgina, they must be so proud because their dogs are all champion dogs.
