There was a very cute French bulldog lying on the window ledge of a copy shop that I pass by every day. He was lying there peacefully, barely looking sideways at people who stop to give him a virtual caress through the glass. Haven't seen him there before, must be a new addition to the interior. Now, French bulldogs cause me cuteness attacks (also babies, baby shoes, and a certain kind of wolves). And in a perfect world I'd be walking around with a French bulldog. Of course dogs are ends in themselves, but don't they make gorgeous accessories? They can, for instance, add a touch of cute rebelliousness to a starchy outfit:
Or be a cool glasses-purse:
I like how this one fits into the color palette:
How this one's leash matches the color of the lady's hair:
In this picture the lady seems to be the dog's accessory:
And here the dog's fur brings out the dignified beauty of the woman's gray hair:
That was my insipid deadpan humor, in case anyone was wondering..But still, a French bulldog would definitely add a touch of je-ne-sais-quoi to my outfits (thus compensating for the conventionality of my taste).
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