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JAMBULLIE FRENCH BULLDOGS

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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.

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 Barb Jamieson

(780) 483-6433

Jambullie@telus.net 

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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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