Hazel
French Bulldog
Hazel was a special girl. Her coat was like nothing I had ever seen— a galactic spread of chocolate tones with golden flecks all throughout. Weighing in at only 17lbs, she was smaller than your average Frenchie and had had her share of health struggles. But, as dogs do (more beautifully than humans ever could) she persevered with a smile on her face and a pebble in her mouth. Really! Hazel had a “lucky pebble” that she quietly housed in her mouth during the entire shoot.
French Bulldog
Hazel was a special girl. Her coat was like nothing I had ever seen— a galactic spread of chocolate tones with golden flecks all throughout. Weighing in at only 17lbs, she was smaller than your average Frenchie and had had her share of health struggles. But, as dogs do (more beautifully than humans ever could) she persevered with a smile on her face and a pebble in her mouth. Really! Hazel had a “lucky pebble” that she quietly housed in her mouth during the entire shoot.
French Bulldog
Hazel was a special girl. Her coat was like nothing I had ever seen— a galactic spread of chocolate tones with golden flecks all throughout. Weighing in at only 17lbs, she was smaller than your average Frenchie and had had her share of health struggles. But, as dogs do (more beautifully than humans ever could) she persevered with a smile on her face and a pebble in her mouth. Really! Hazel had a “lucky pebble” that she quietly housed in her mouth during the entire shoot.