“Someone I worked with had a French Bulldog that came to the office every day.
That dog and I were good friends, and I realized when I was ready to get a dog, I was going to get a French Bulldog.
My mother got diagnosed with lung cancer and she loved dogs.
Very soon after the diagnosis I was coming back to the city via the Long Island Railroad and there was a guy on the platform with a 14 month old Frenchie.
On the train ride back to NYC I talked to this guy and his dog sat with me. I asked him where he got his dog and decided I should call his breeder to see if there were any puppies.
When I found out that there were puppies available I decided it would make my mother really happy, if, when I came to visit I had a puppy or a dog.
I said, ok, I want a dog.”