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French Bulldog And Her Weird Best Friends

There’s definitely something about my French Bulldog, Laura. I am not sure what it is exactly, but there is something about her that makes her special – at least when compared to other dogs. I adopted her at the age of two and a half and she’s been by my side for five years now – and when I say by my side, I literally mean by my side. She’s always there, sleeping beside me, sitting next to me, being there on every vacation and holiday, for better or worse.



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She has also been there for every foster dog I ever had. She lives with them, walks with them, and even travels with them. There is one thing she never does and that is interact with any of them – not even with Apollo, with whom she’s been sharing a life for three years now. Every time I bring a new foster dog at home, I need to introduce him to Apollo following a specific procedure but I can just bring it in, pass by Laura’s indifferent eyes and pretend like nothing is going on – and as far as Laura is concerned, nothing is going on anyway.

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When it comes to other animals – any kind of animals – Laura is different. Whether it’s a cat, a bird, a pig, a donkey – you name it, she is so interested in them that she becomes unrecognizable. She needs to smell them, look at them, mingle with them, and walk with them. She sits beside them and poses as if she’s one of those animals – even though they possibly want nothing to do with her, she acts as if she’s one of their own.

LAURA AND HER BUNNY

Laura met her bunny on summer when we were camping somewhere in the south of Greece. A girl living there had a pet bunny she adored and even used to walk him on a lead every afternoon. In a big camping area full of pet dogs, Laura found her best friend in that bunny. Every time they met at the camping’s restaurant area, Laura would walk to it, sit beside it and just stay there forever. She had that look on her face as if she was saying: “it’s my bunny, isn’t it?” They looked so cute together and they knew it – or at least they seemed to know it.

 

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LAURA AND HER PIGS

Laura met her pigs this Easter, in a relative’s property where we spent a few days. It was as if she met some distant family members she hadn’t seen in a long time – after an awkward “hello there,” she started spending every afternoon with them as if she was one of their own. We’d walk all together every afternoon and then we’d rest near the house – Laura and her pigs would dig in the ground and get dirty and I would get my Kodak moments.

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LAURA AND HER TURTLES

Laura met her turtle this summer. We were all walking through an orange grown when she suddenly spotted something very interesting and ran off to see what it was. A couple of turtles we crossing our path and Laura was ecstatic. She spent about an hour with them and in the end, the turtles got so used to her presence that they started walking beside her as if she wasn’t a threat. Laura would walk beside the larger one for a while, then she’d stop in front of it and sit, as if she was so desperate to spent time with that turtle that she needed to block her way and make the turtle sit around and be cute beside her.

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Over the past five years, she has spent time with sheep, goats, cats and a hedgehog she fell in love with. I know by now that she cares nothing about all the foster dogs that come and go in her life, but she would love to have a fellow bunny, kitten, or pig with whom to spend time. I wish I could do her that favor. For now, I cannot, but what I can do is give her the opportunity to meet animals she finds interesting and mingle with them every time she can.

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The cutest thing of all is that Laura is not the only one interested in those animals. Somehow, I think they sense that she is harmless and they are rarely startled. They just sit there too, letting her spend time with them and allowing her to be one of their own for a while.

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Laura and her turtle

 




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