Last year after Chico and I spent almost 24 hours waiting in line for the release of the iPhone at the 5th avenue Apple Store, we met up with the guy we were buying them for and he had a calico French Bulldog puppy named Sadie. I was slightly delirious from the lack of sleep, but at the time there was certainly nothing more wonderful than playing with that puppy. I was totally sold.

I don't have enough time for a puppy, nor should I plan on getting one since the spontaneity of my early twenties may lead me to move around some. But man. I want a French Bulldog so badly. I'd name it Chippy. Or Dogmeat. Or Spudge. *whimper*