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The little dog had the ears of a bat, each standing proudly upon its head, as if they were a nature-given crown above such intelligent eyes. It was as gallic as baguettes and croissant, that adorable french bulldog.

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And by his feet was a classic french bulldog. In the strong summer light his fur was shiny, both the black and the white. Casper couldn't help but let a smile spread over his face. He loved its ears, ears that stood up and turned a little - all as of they were receiving messages from far-far-away.

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A French Bulldog hugged into Sarah the same way a young child may, as if she had found her happy place of comfort and had every intention of remaining there.

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The little French Bulldog trotted along the street in full joy, as if all of nature had conspired to bring him such a marvellous day.

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The French Bulldog had a confidence about him, as if from his tiny and almost comical body he could rule the world. One look of those loving canine eyes and the world would melt. Perhaps he was onto something...