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JAMBULLIE FRENCH BULLDOGS

Alberta, Canada: My French Bulldogs and I live in my home in Edmonton. Although I do show my dogs, they are always my beloved pets first.
I fell in love with Frenchies at a show in Edmonton some 9 years ago. About a year later I was fortunate enough to begin living with my first foundation Frenchie girl Spats (Ch Monitaps Dream Me a Dream), from a well known breeder close to Edmonton. A couple of years later a wonderful breeder in Ontario sent me my second foundation girl Satine (Ch Kakasfogo Satine). I now live with Spats, Satine and some of their offspring. I count myself fortunate indeed.
Occasionally I have puppies available to approved homes. However I will not place a pup in a kennel or large scale breeder situation. I want my puppies to live with people as part of the family.
My dogs have spinal x-rays at about 10 weeks of age (and often again later if I have kept the dog), have their eyes tested by a specialist, and have their hearts, patellas and general basic health examined by a veterinarian specializing in bull breeds.
I am a member of the Edmonton Kennel Club, the French Bulldog Fanciers of Canada and the French Bulldog Rescue Network.

Barb Jamieson
(780) 483-6433
Jambullie@telus.net

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (The Daffodils)
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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