Okay, so I’ve been wanting a French Bulldog puppy for, like, forever. And I finally decided to go for it! The “brown” part wasn’t super specific at first – I just knew I wanted a Frenchie. Let me tell you, the whole process was a journey, a cute, wrinkly, snorting journey.
The Hunt Begins
First, I scoured the internet. I mean, I was on every breeder website, every rescue page, everything. I was looking at pictures of Frenchies for hours. I quickly realized there are a ton of different colors, not just brown! There’s fawn, brindle, cream, even blue! (Those are super expensive, though.)
I narrowed it down to wanting a more reddish-brown, or maybe a chocolate-y brown. Something warm-toned. I started contacting breeders and asking about their litters, specifically asking if they had any brown puppies available or upcoming.
Visits and Snuggles
Then came the fun part – visiting puppies! Oh. My. Goodness. The cuteness overload was real. I visited two different breeders. The first one had mostly fawn puppies, super sweet, but not quite the color I was imagining. The second breeder, though, had a litter with a couple of gorgeous brown pups!
- The first puppy was super playful. He jumped around!
- The second puppy was shy. It just stared at me!
- But the third! It’s a dark brown one. It snuggled right into my arms!
I spent about an hour with them, just playing and cuddling. It was so hard to choose! They all had their own little personalities. One was a little spitfire, zooming around and chewing on everything. Another was super chill, just wanting to be held and pet.
Making the Decision (and Bringing Home the Pup!)
It took me a couple of days, I thought hard, but I finally decided on the one – my perfect brown French Bulldog. I filled out the paperwork, paid the (hefty!) fee, and arranged to pick him up the following week.
Bringing him home was amazing! I had his little bed all set up, tons of toys, and puppy food ready to go. The first few nights were a little rough (puppy crying is a real thing!), but we quickly settled into a routine. Potty training, learning basic commands, exploring the backyard… it’s all been a whirlwind of puppy love and, honestly, a lot of cleaning up pee.
So yeah, that’s the story of how I got my brown French Bulldog puppy. It was a process, but totally worth it. He’s my little brown shadow now, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. I even created social media accounts for my lovely puppy!
