Let us start by saying that we were not planning on getting another frenchie -- at least not this soon. We had been talking about it a little bit and keeping our eye out, but nothing serious. On Superbowl Sunday I woke up to a text that my mom had sent me of a screenshotted Facebook post. A breeder in Santa Clarita was selling French bulldog puppies! I had seen this same breeder's post before and we had noticed that out of all the puppies he had posted, our soon-to-be Barley was by far the cutest. Now this new post was focused specifically on Barley, with lots of pictures and info -- AKC, UTD shots, etc.
I woke up Justin and asked him if we should inquire more, or if we were even ready to get another puppy. Puppies are a lot of work, we know that from raising Porter. Plus, we are planning on traveling very soon and weren't sure how it would work out traveling with two dogs, let alone one. But we decided to take a chance and I had my mom message the breeder for more information.
He was very friendly and told us that he had someone coming over to see Barley at noon, but we could stop by at 11 am. He had ten other puppies that were also available. We thought it couldn't hurt to at least check out the frenchies, we could always say no.
We instantly fell in love with Barley, watching him run around and play with his brothers and sisters (and cousins). We were prepared to adopt a puppy, but weren't completely sure until we met him. There was no way that we could have walked away from him. The other puppies there were adorable, of course, but Barley really stood out to us. Plus, the breeder and his family told us that he was their favorite. He was a lover, super playful, and the best looking.
We made the decision right then and there to adopt him. He even had to call the person planning on coming after us to let them know that he was no longer available. We signed our puppy agreement, got the AKC paperwork, learned about his food and eating schedule, and took him home with us!
We were so apprehensive about taking a new Frenchie home to meet our first baby, Porter. Porter is very attached to us and loves having our undivided attention, so we weren't sure if we would be accepting of a new addition to the household.
When we first brought Barley home to meet Porter, Porter rushed up to us and tried to jump up and see what we were carrying. We brought the two dogs inside the house to meet and Porter started sniffing Barley and then barking at him. He showed a little aggression, but we had read that was normal -- trying to show the new pup who's boss. We took them both in the car with us to go to my grandparent's house to watch the Superbowl.
Once we got to my grandparent's house, they quickly became friends! They started chasing each other around the house and playing. Porter continued to sniff Barley and try to get to know him. He always wanted to be next to Barley or at least know where he was. When Barley fell asleep in my lap, Porter kept coming up to him and checking on his new baby brother. It was so sweet.
Since that day, they have become the best of friends. Porter has taken on his role of big brother perfectly. They play together, take naps together (sometimes cuddling, sometimes in their separate beds), explore the house together, and share the same toys.
Barley has quickly become very special to us. He is incredibly sweet-natured and loves to cuddle. He loves to follow us around the house and always wants to be wherever we are, trying to jump up onto the bed or couch. He loves to bite our feet and pants and play tug-of-war with them as we are trying to walk. He has been a pain too, potty training and crate training have been pretty difficult. At night he whines so Justin or I have to sleep next to his crate on the floor to get him to stop crying. But of course, we adore him and Porter adores him. Our family feels complete!