#blue and tan frenchie

[thirteen-autumns]

a gal’s best friend

#personal #lesbian #wlw #french bulldog #frenchie #claudio the frenchie #blue and tan frenchie #dog mom #dogs of tumblr

[wilwywaylan]

Drawn for @flo-nelja for the winter exchange over there at Livejournal ! She wanted something about the cold and people bundling up, and well, this happened !

I love them, they are such dorks. Also this totally didn’t take hours to do. Agh.

Sorry for posting the image ID under a read more, but it’s... LONG !

[image ID : the characters, drawn in a chibi style, from Our Flag Means Death are sitting around the mast of the Revenge. Stede (a blond, white man with blue eyes, dressed in teal) and Blackbeard (a brown-skinned man with long, grey hair and beard and brown eyes, dressed in black) are sitting on the center, Stede pouring tea for Blackbeard. On the left, Mr Buttons (a white man with long, shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in blues), is holding a seagull on his lap. There’s another one perched on his head. Black Pete (a tan, bald man with grey eyes, dressed in a sleeveless jacket) is holding Lucius’ head in his lap. Lucius (a white man with brown hair and sideburns and blue eyes, dressed in a dark red jacket) is looking up at him and reading from a book. On the right, Oluwander (a black man with black, curly hair and black eyes, dressed in light brown) is holding Jim (a brown-skinned person with long, black hair and black eyes, wearing a long, brown jacket and shirt) who’s giving him a quarter from the orange they’re holding. On the far right, Wee John (a tall, white man with white hair and beard and blue eyes and several tattoos, wearing a greenish shirt with a few holes) is combing the hair of a doll. Behind them, sitting on several barrels, The Swede (a white man with long, blond hair, wearing a pink shirt) is singing along, while Frenchie (a black man with black, curly hair, wearing blue) is playing on a mandolin. Roach (a black man with black, curly hair and black eyes, wearing brown overalls) is giving him advice. Beside them, Ivan (a black man with black dreadlocks and breaded beard and black eyes, wearing a grey shirtless jacket) is sewing a dog on a piece of fabric, while Fang, an asian man with white hair and beard and black eyes, dressed in black) is looking, smiling happily. On the far right, Izzy, a white man with greying hair, dressed all in black) is sitting with his knees up and glaring at Blackbeard and Stede. They are all wearing their flags drapped on their knees and around their shoulders, like blankets. The scene is lit by three hanging lanterns and three on the floor. end ID]

#our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #blackbeard #izzy hands #ivan (our flag means death) #fang (our flag means death) #roach (our flag means death) #frenchie (our flag means death) #the swede (our flag means death) #mr buttons #lucius spriggs #black pete #oluwande #jim jimenez #wee john feeney #my Drawings

[silverjetsystm]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

FULL NAME. Jake Lockley

NICKNAMES. Habit of calling himself by his last name

ALIAS(ES). None

SEX. Cis male

HEIGHT. 6'2.

AGE. Fluctuates. Late 30s

ZODIAC. Pisces

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English. Knows Spanish, Yiddish, Arabic. Conversational in Somali. Likes to talk to people in their own language.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

HAIR COLOR. Brown.

EYE COLOR. Brown

SKIN TONE. Pale, though tans

BODY TYPE. Muscular, athletic. He sees himself as a guy who likes to be active (boxing and swimming) rather than a warrior-priest.

VOICE. LOUD. Peppers his words with Yiddish and old man phrases. Loves to joke and laugh. Accent reads old Chicago or New York. Not that he grew up in New York but it bled into him.

DOMINANT HAND. Right.

POSTURE. Confident, laid back. Leans on things. Talks with his hands.

SCARS. Some childhood and adult accidents. Falling from a tree or off a bike. Since the body has Moon Knight scars, he forgets them a lot. To him, the eyebrow scar is from a car accident rather than Bushman.

TATTOOS. None

PIERCINGS. None

BIRTHMARKS. None

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES. That 1970s pornstache he somehow pulls off. Has taken to looking just scruffy with a more modern mustache.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――

PLACE OF BIRTH. Chicago, IL

HOMETOWN. Chicago, IL

SIBLINGS. He claims Randall sometimes. More of "the kids on the block were my siblings"

PARENTS. Passed. Jake got all the memories from when the system was poor. Parents both worked blue collar jobs. Close with his mom. Learned how to cook from her.

A𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――

OCCUPATION. Taxi Driver

CURRENT RESIDENCE(S). Manhattan, New York. Find him at a diner or a bar.

CLOSE FRIENDS. Crawley, Gena, and her sons. Other associates. Frenchie and Marlene.

FINANCIAL STATUS. Blue collar but he always has cash.

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. Lol

CRIMINAL RECORD. Lmao. Probably the complex nature of making your own identity for the government (hacking). Fraud? Parking and speeding tickets.

VICES. Rum. Cigarettes. Greasy food.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual

LIBIDO. Flirtatious. Sex is more about the connection and sensation rather than if he's horny af. Likes the act. Goes with his partner's libido.

TURN-OFFS. Mmm.

LOVE LANGUAGE. Spending time with.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Rather resigned they aren't going to be in an idyllic relationship because of their duty as Moon Knight. Not having enough time up at the front to meet new people. Marlene leaving feels fresh yet so long ago.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I'll think of one later

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Driving, working on cars, boxing. Shooting the breeze on a porch.

MENTAL ILLNESSES. DID, PTSD

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. High

Tagged by: @taliaromanova. Want to say I have Marc's around here somewhere...

#lockley | mild mannered cabbie #headcanons

[frenchbulldogtips]

Long Haired French Bulldogs

Yes, long haired french bulldog exit but there are many things you need to know about these french bulldog.

It's an adorable breed that catches everyone's eyes and melt their heart to buy one for their family.

In this article, I will tell you about Long Haired French Bulldogs.

Getting A Long Haired French Bulldog

I know these breeds make people fall in love with them but you make love more long-haired ones and are eager to buy one i will tell you some ways so that you can buy a healthy frenchie bulldog for you and your family.

Research For A Breeder

Make sure you research a reputable breeder who produces long-haired french bulldogs and ask his/her customer about the way he produces frenchie.

Adopting

You can even check your nearby rescue organization may be by luck you can get your frenchie over there.

Are Long Haired French Bulldog Rare

Yes, this breed is rare because of their long hair and if difficult to produce for breeder to bring a healthy long haired french bulldog.

Long haired French Bulldog Colors

Long haired french bulldogs come in varies colors here is the list down here.

White

Brindle

White & Brindle

Lilac

White & fawn

Cream

Brindle & white

Fawn & white

Fawn brindle

Fawn

Fawn brindle & white

Merle

Blue

Blue and Tan

Black and tan

Chocolate and Tan

Blue Merle

Isabella

Platinum

Sable

Is This Breed Right For Me?

Yes, or it depends on your care just let me tell you some things about them that you need you care of.

French bulldogs are prone to many health issues.

Yes, they don't require too much exercise daily walk is enough for them.

Friendly and lovely nature.

It's hard to find long-haired puppies and can be expensive.

Can be high maintenance in health problems and many areas.

Snore while sleeping

Cost Of A Long Haired French Bulldog?

French bulldogs are expensive and can cost you around $5,000 to $20,000 because of its unique look.

Well, if you really want this breed the first thing you should look for is your dog's health and your parent's health make sure to visit a reputable breeder.

Conclusion

So, as we already told you in this article long haired french bulldog indeed exit they are adorable and look fabulous in their hair but can cost you in the high range.

Before buying frenchie make sure you visit a reputed breeder and make sure your dog is healthy and in good shape.

[bluehavenfrenchbulldogs]

Lilac and Tan French Bulldogs: Discovering the Charm Behind Their Uncommon Coloration

French Bulldogs are beloved for their adorable and playful nature, but their appeal doesn't stop here. Among the various coat colors and patterns in french bulldogs, the lilac and tan combination is a rare and captivating choice.

In this blog, we will delve into the world of lilac and tan French bulldogs, exploring the genetic factors, unique characteristics, and growing popularity of these stunning canines. Let's uncover the charm and allure behind their uncommon coloration.

1. Understanding the genetics

To fully appreciate the beauty of lilac and tan French bulldogs, it's essential to understand the genetic factors that contribute to their distinctive coat colors. The Isabella gene, commonly called the lilac gene, is responsible for diluting the black pigmentation, resulting in a unique shade of lavender or lilac. 

The tan points gene adds beautiful tan patterns to features such as the eyebrows, cheeks, chest, and paws. Together, these genes create the captivating hues of lilac and tan.

2. The unique characteristics

Beyond their beautiful appearance, lilac and tan French bulldogs have a variety of distinctive qualities that add to their allure. Their purple coats can come in stunning hues, ranging from delicate lavender to a darker, more vivid lilac. The tan points create a beautiful contrast, bringing the colors together in perfect harmony. 

Lilac and tan frenchies often have lovely green or blue eyes, which further enhance their charm.

3. The rising popularity

As more dog lovers discover the extraordinary attractiveness of lilac and tan French bulldogs, their popularity is on the rise. These uncommon color variations have become highly prized among breeders and dog lovers. 

Lilac and tan Frenchies stand out from the crowd and make a strong fashion statement with their distinctive coat colors. Celebrities and social media influencers have taken notice, further contributing to their rising popularity.

4. Caring for lilac and tan frenchies

Caring for a lilac and tan French Bulldog involves the same essential responsibilities as caring for any other French Bulldog. Regular grooming, a healthy diet, exercise, and routine veterinary care are crucial for their overall well-being. 

Providing them with a comfortable living environment and plenty of love and attention is important. Adequate socialization and training are also necessary for their good behavior and happiness.

5. Health considerations

The lilac and tan coat color of French Bulldogs is undeniably beautiful, but it's important to remember that these distinctive variations do not impact the dog's overall health or temperament. 

Regardless of the color of their coat, the health of the Frenchies should always be the top priority. It's crucial to choose a reputable breeder who prioritizes ethical breeding practices and conducts thorough health examinations to ensure the well-being of their puppies. 

Your lilac and tan frenchies will need regular veterinary check-ups, proper nutrition, and exercise to stay healthy and content.

6. Showcasing individuality

Owning a lilac and tan French Bulldog allows you to showcase their uniqueness and stand out from the crowd. Whether you're taking them for a stroll in the park or attending a social gathering, their distinctive coat colors make them true head-turners. 

Many owners enjoy adorning their lilac and tan frenchies with matching collars and leashes that complement the hues of their coats or dressing them up in fashionable attire. Embrace their distinctive appearance and allow them to express their style and flair, reflecting their unique personalities.

Conclusion

Lilac and tan French Bulldogs have an enchanting allure, combining rare coat colors with captivating traits. Their lilac-toned coats and striking tan points make them stand out among other French Bulldogs, attracting attention and admiration. 

As their popularity continues to rise, it's important to appreciate and understand the genetic factors that contribute to their unique coloration. If you are fortunate enough to share your life with a lilac and tan frenchie, you are sure to be the proud owner of an exceptional and charming companion.  For more information, visit BlueHaven French Bulldogs.

#lilac and tan french bulldog

[yblake1]

https://www.shpock.com/en-gb/i/ZGtgz3v9oA_zQ00T/french-bulldog-12months

12months Frenchie needs a loving home; very friendly, loves to play, great temperament and amazing with small children.

Colour: Tan, Blue, Grey

Health: Immunisations all up to date and has been dewormed.

Extras: Birth certificate, chipped (easily registered to new owner), collar.. all paperwork available.

Comes with 1month supply of food (including feeding bowls and mat), full size cage (in great condition), towels, blankets, clothes, mini grooming kit and toys.

Can be picked up or delivered, please state.

[trolldogskennel]

Elza egy gyönyör Blue and Tan kiskutya💖❗️Ha szeretnél egy ilyen kis csodát🐶, keress meg minket🥰❗️ Elsa is a beautiful Blue and Tan puppy💖❗️If you want such a little miracle🐶, contact us 🥰❗️ 🏚 Troll Dog’s frenchies 🐶🥰 #trolldogskennel #allfrenchieworld #franciabulldog #frenchbulldog #frenchie #frenchiesofinstagram #frenchilove #franksbulldog #franskbulldog #franskbulldogsverige #franskbulldognorge #franskbulldogg #franskbulldogdanmark #französischebulldogge #französichebulldogge #allfrenchieworld #puppylove #puppylife #puppygram #puppiesofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #doglife #franciabulldoglove #franciabulldogmánia #frenchiegram #puppystagram #fransk #franskbulldogvalp #cute #cutepuppies (helyszín: Troll Dogs Kennel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CntlWznsp6X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#trolldogskennel #allfrenchieworld #franciabulldog #frenchbulldog #frenchie #frenchiesofinstagram #frenchilove #franksbulldog #franskbulldog #franskbulldogsverige #franskbulldognorge #franskbulldogg #franskbulldogdanmark #französischebulldogge #französichebulldogge #puppylove #puppylife #puppygram #puppiesofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #doglife #franciabulldoglove #franciabulldogmánia #frenchiegram #puppystagram #fransk #franskbulldogvalp #cute #cutepuppies

[frenchbulldogdebrouwer]

#little frenchie #french bulldog puppy #french puppy #frenchie #french bulldog #french #choco french bulldog #beautiful french bulldog #little french bulldog #french bulldog blue n tan #french bulldog blue #french bulldog choco #french bulldog choco n tan #doglife #love my frenchie

[brownheadedcowbird]

i have irrational* hate for the fancy names people give dog coat colors to upsell them, like fawn? it’s TAN. BROWN. silver? charcoal? i’m putting in the system as GRAY. just BECAUSE.

*on a deeper level it’s because people are using these phrases (fawn, silver, charcoal, blue/double merle, etc) to make people spend insane amounts of money on deeply inbred animals, but... that’s not the owner’s fault** for buying into it.

**usually. obviously people should do their research but purebred culture is super pervasive and if that’s all someone knows, how would they know that they’re even supposed to be researching something? purebred owners who are obsessed with their $11k blue merle fluffy frenchie are usually clueless. like, their biggest fault is seeing a dog as an accessory, but whatever. they almost always still love them. have fun when your dog’s fontanelle never closes and it needs a c-section when you try to breed it. i’ll be here putting it our system as “gray”

#this wasn’t supposed to get so long but i have a lot to say #and it’s 3 am and i’m sick of Frenchie Owners #a Frenchie Owner is different from someone who has a frenchie but dear god just barely

[thirteen-autumns]

#personal #frenchie puppy #claudio the frenchie #blue and tan frenchie #french bulldog puppy #french bulldog #dogs #dogs of tumblr #puppies of tumblr #dog mom

[artificialqueens]

Adore (Jaida x Nicky) - Moonshot

A/N: 1.1k word of pure fluff, lovely bickering and soft feelings. Catch all the references to Nicky and Jaida’s IG lives for extra brownie points.

Summary: Jaida, Nicky and a long-awaited eyeshadow palette. What could go wrong?

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“Enfin, putain!”

Jaida furrowed her brows upon hearing her girlfriend curse in her native language. Not that she wasn’t used to it by now, but still surprised her.

“What are you babbling about, Frenchie?” She dared to ask upon seeing the blonde girl’s face basically beaming as she tore open a small cardboard box.

“It’s finally here, baby! I can’t believe I was literally the last one to get it and I’m the professional makeup artist in our friend group!” 

Despite still being slightly confused, the older girl couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips at just the sheer excitement of Nicky as she unboxed the long-awaited eye shadow palette.

“You’re acting as if you don’t receive PR for like 99% of the make up you own, Ni,” Jaida rolled her eyes playfully, bringing her attention back to the phone in her hands.

“Ugh, chéri! Not when it’s a PR from THE Lady Gaga’s brand! The queen! The legend! I’ve been waiting for a palette like this for ages!” Nicky pouted at her girlfriend’s seemingly disinterest in the new makeup. 

Then, as if a metaphorical lightbulb had lit up over her head, the French girl bolted out of the room with the freshly unboxed palette. She came back a few minutes later, armed with a couple of her favorite eye-makeup brushes in hand.

Jaida barely had time to react when her phone was taken away from her hands and the familiar weight of her girlfriend pressed on top of her legs.

“What-” 

“I gotta test it out right now, and you and your beautiful face,” she booped the older girl’s nose playfully, “are going to be my canvas. Now close your eyes so that I can prime them!”

The brunette couldn’t help but chuckle at how serious the French girl sounded, “Well, chile then, boss,” she commented, following the instructions and relaxing face. 

“Alexa! Play Tycho!” she shouted to the electronic companion.

Jaida shook her head in disapproval jokingly, “You and your weird instrumental music”.

The blonde pointed a finger at her face, however, failing quite a bit to look anywhere near threatening, “Quiet or I’m putting the whole Kingdom Hearts soundtrack!”

She brought her hands up in defeat before bringing them over to Nicky’s lower back to help her steady up as the blonde started working her make up magic on her.

Jaida heard the younger girl quietly hum, assuming she was contemplating what look she was going to go for.

“So, what’s the inspiration today, Frenchie?”

“All these blues are begging to be turned into a Squirtle fantasy!” Nicky replied excitedly, her mind already visualizing the final product on her girlfriend.

The dark-skinned beauty opened her eyes, frowning, “Don’t you have some orange or red for the actual true superior Pokémon starter, babe?”

“Salamèche? Superior? No, ma’am. The smart ones choose Squirtle, the ones who choose Charmander just want to flex their strength”.

“Whaaat? Nah, he’s a strong little dude, give him some respect! Squirtle is for boring bitches”.

There was a moment of pause, both girls firmly convinced in their ideas.

Nicky was the one who broke the silence, “… at least we can agree that you are a loser if you choose Bulbasaur”.

That made Jaida wheeze out loud, playfully smacking the tanned foreigner’s legs, “Can’t argue with that!”

The short-haired blonde leaned in to peck on Jaida’s inviting lips, “We will continue this discussion later, now close your goddamn eyes, dumbass”.

“Aye, aye, Captain Doll!” the brunette replied, closing her eyes once again with her hands now resting on Nicky’s exposed waist.

She let the younger girl’s expert yet delicate digit do all the work as the French girl softly sang a lullaby in her native language, slowly drifting asleep.

Your beauty I’ll still see Love is too weak to define Just what you mean to me

Jaida lost track of time when she woke back up. She guessed it must have been quite a while as Nicky was still humming to herself but the music had changed to one of her favorite Prince’s songs, Adore.

Then, suddenly, her girlfriend’s singing stopped while the music carried on.

With her eyes still closed, the older girl wasn’t sure what caused the interruption. She opened her left eye ever so slightly to peek through, finding her girlfriend staring at her with an expression she couldn’t really put a name to.

The brunette fully opened her eyes before talking, “Got something on my face?” she tried to poke fun at the situation, feeling the silence under the gaze of those icy blue eyes she had fallen in love with getting somewhat uncomfortable.

That seemingly brought Nicky’s mind back, her usual smirk plastered on her face as she rolled her eyes, “Your beauty, dumbass”.

The younger girl leaned in for a peck on the lips, which quickly turned into a proper kiss as Jaida’s arms held her body closer.

The two continued their impromptu make-out session until they had to separate to be able to breathe properly. Jaida smiles at the sight of the adorable flush Nicky would get every time they kissed for more than a couple of minutes.

“I mean it, you know, babe”, the French continued, tucking a loose strand of the dark hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, her hand then gently going on to hold the back of Jaida’s neck.

The brunette cocked her head in slight confusion, “Uh?”

“When I say you’re the most beautiful to me. I may work to paint celebrities’ faces for a living now but no one has still got nothing on you, ma belle ”.

The older girl tried to fight a grin from forming on her face, “Miss Nicky Doll?Getting soft, aren’t we, girl?”

Nicky scoffed, faking being annoyed at the response, “Fuck off! Much for ruining the moment, bitch”, she replied jokingly. 

Jaida couldn’t help but chuckle as she brought the blonde’s body even closer to her, the makeup palette along with the brushes long forgotten by their sides.

“Chile, girl! I’m just kidding,” she said, bringing one of her hands under Nicky’s chin, staring lovingly into her eyes.

“I love you,” the American girl simply said as she dived in to kiss her girlfriend. She felt the younger girl smile into the kiss, a muffled “je t’aime aussi, mon coeur” in reply against her lips.

The two lovers stood like that as they enjoyed each other’s embrace until Nicky’s phone started ringing, causing the latter to reluctantly separate from her girlfriend’s lips.

Jaida breathed out, collecting her thoughts as she heard the blonde answer the call.

“Hello? Oh, hi Rock! What’s up?” 

The brunette tuned out from the conversation as Nicky exited the living room going into the kitchen, already engrossed in whatever crazy story the young girl was telling her over the phone.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she thought about her relationship with the tanned French girl. 

Who would have thought that, after getting together during their senior year of high school, they would still be going strong, five years and a move across the country to the Big Apple later? Certainly not Jaida, but she couldn’t be happier to have found someone like Nicky.

The older girl got up from the couch, making her way to the shared bedroom she had with her girlfriend. She opened one of the drawers and fished in, finding what she was looking for mere seconds later.

A small dark red velvet box.

Jaida was sure now more than ever.

Be with me darlin’ till the end of all time I’ll give you my heart I’ll give you my mind I’ll give you my body I’ll give you my time For all time I am with you

She was going to marry that French bitch.

#rpdr fanfiction #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #jaida x nicky #lesbian au #fluff #fic challenge #black girl magic fic #moonshot #submission #diversity fic #s12

[marvinsmarvelousmm]

Meet Ms. Ruby the Frenchie! I’m Blue & Tan and I’m 14 weeks old. (at Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLmo3oojnRA/?igshid=1q0nirr4n67hx

[what-stop-the-presses-rly-means]

Bye, Bye, Sugar Blue Eyes part 5

Race x female reader modern au

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, x, 6

Warnings: Swearing and mention of death

A/N: I know I’m horrible for making you guys wait so long. So here’s a longer chapter to make up for it!

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Race paid the cab driver and wheeled his luggage up to the front steps. It was fairly peaceful this early in the morning. He just stood there and admired the building for a moment, breathing it in. After a long, hard, emotionally draining three months, he was home.

He took a deep breath and walked in. It was quiet and unnaturally clean, but the place was as familiar and inviting as always. Smiling a little to himself, Race carried his bags upstairs.

Once he reached the landing, something felt off. It should be dead quiet this early in the morning, but he could hear soft singing down the hall and people shuffling about in the boys’ rooms. He quietly opened the door to the younger boys’ room and peeked his head in.

“Race!” one of them shouted, only to immediately be shushed by a couple others. Race only had enough time to close the door before they all ran up to hug him.

“What’s goin’ on, fellas?” he laughed.

“We’re so happy you’re back!”

“Never leave again!”

They all whisper-shouted at him. He furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Why are we being so quiet? Not wanting to wake the others?”

“No,” Peter said quietly, “We’re listening to Miss (Y/N) sing.”

Just then the door behind them opened and one of the teens, Henri, walked in. “What the hell are you guys doing? You need to be qui- Race!”

“Hey, Frenchie!” The boy gave him a tight hug. “Why are we being quiet? Are there a bunch of new rules or somethin’? They’re runnin’ a tight ship around here.” Frenchie gave him a sheepish look.

“No, we choose to do this. (Y/N) wakes up really early and we all like to listen to her sing…”

Peter grabbed his attention again. “I like her singing. It’s like having a mom.”

“It’s something nice to wake up to. She has a nice voice,” another young boy, Gus, adds. Race paused, trying to listen. Her quiet voice could be heard from down the hall. She was singing some cheery, upbeat song. It did sound nice, he decided.

“Do you guys do this every morning?”

“On weekdays usually,” Frenchie mumbled, obviously embarrassed. Race nodded.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go say hi. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Don’t tell her!”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I’m just gonna introduce myself.” He stood up and quietly walked out into the hallway. The sound of her voice was much clearer and Race found himself leaning on the wall, just listening for a moment. He’d been back less than thirty minutes and this place already had a new, homier feel to it. Of course it wasn’t a complete surprise. He had kept in touch with his friends while he was away. He’d agreed that they needed some extra help and Jack had informed him that they had hired a nanny. But he didn’t know much about her. From the brief texts, he gathered that she was young, really nice, great at her job, and the boys adored her. Jack had said that he knew right away that she would fit in with them. Well, Jack had always been a good judge of character, so Race believed him. But that’s all he knew. So why was his heart pounding at the thought of finally meeting her?

He was about to turn around and walk into his room, opting to delay the official meeting until he had something worthwhile to say, when the door across from his opened.

POV Change

For the life of me, I couldn’t get that damned song out of my head. It’s a good thing it was catchy. No one wants to start their day with a tear-jerker clouding their every thought. Regardless, it felt like it was going to be a good day. The sun was rising, casting everything in its golden glow, I was looking particularly good this morning, and I had the day all planned out. And it wasn’t just me feeling this way. It’s been almost a week since the breakthrough with Rider. Since then, he seems more… I don’t know- carefree? Unburdened? He doesn’t shy away as much. Quite the opposite. He helps out more around the house and plays with the younger boys. It’s like he’s a totally different person. So with the resident gloominess uplifted, and having the boys on a stable schedule, things have been running pretty smoothly. I may not be Mary Poppins, and this may not be a spoonful-of-sugar scenario for any of us, but things were definitely looking up. I was finally in a comfortable routine that I’d grown accustomed to. Nothing could change that.

…Or so I thought.

I finished getting ready for the day, about to wake the boys, when I turned around and came face to face with someone I’d only seen in pictures. We both stood there, frozen, in the hallway, staring at each other. It was almost as if we thought if we didn’t move, the other couldn’t see us. Well, I guess if we were both pretending, this would be a good opportunity to take him all in.

His hair was a little longer than it was in the pictures; blond, wispy stands of hair curling around his face. His skin looked soft, tan from being outdoors all the time, no doubt. He dressed simply: jeans, button-up shirt, and sneakers. He wore a shocked expression. In all the photos I’ve seen, he either had a giant grin or a mischievous smirk. I found myself longing to see them instead. And his eyes…

“Wow, they’re even bluer in person.”

He blinked out of his reverie.

“What?”

I realized I had said that out loud. “Nothing. Hi, Race!”

He blinked again. “Do we know each other?”

My sudden smile faded. I had come on too strong. I already blew it. “Oh, uh, no we don’t. But I’m embarrassed to admit that I know all about you. Your friends have some pretty extraordinary stories to tell. I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I stuck my hand out. He shook it, finally seeming like he was warming up to the crazy lady that stood in front of him.

“Race. But you knew that.”

I chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, I tend to come off as frazzled and ditzy when I’m nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“Well…it-it’s you! You’re kind of a legend around here. It’s hard not to be.”

He gave me a half smirk, half genuine smile. “Well, thanks but-“

My phone beeped, making me jump. I looked down. “Sorry! I have to get the boys up and ready for the day. Oh, jeez, they’re already so difficult to get around, it’s gonna be twice as hard, once they see you’re back.” I paused, eyes wide. “Not that that’s your fault! They’ll be thrilled to see you! I just meant-“

“It’s okay, I get it. Go do your thing, you never saw me.” He winked and quickly disappeared into his room. I stood there, dumbfounded. What just happened?

I turned around to see both of the boys’ doors cracked open, a dozen pairs of eyes peeking through.

“You all saw that.” The doors opened more and the boys revealed themselves, some of them nodding.

“If none of you make fun of the huge fool I made of myself just now, I’ll see to it that you all get extra dessert this week.” They all laughed. “Now, I know you all want to talk to Race, but we are on a schedule. Think of it this way: the faster you get ready, the more time you’ll have with him before you go to school.” With that, everyone rushed inside to get dressed. I glanced back at the door Race fled behind and considered knocking so we could start over. But I knew that I’d just embarrass myself again so I left it alone.

Downstairs, the other guys greeted me like normal. It seemed as if they didn’t know about Race’s return. I was about to ask them when the boys came rumbling down the stairs, taking their seats at the table. They all seemed excited, but said nothing. I was very confused when Rider discreetly held a finger to his lips, signaling that I shouldn’t say anything.

Albert came in with the trays of food as normal and everyone started filling their plates. I sat there, bewildered.

“You not hungry, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, uh, not really. But thanks, Al.” He gave me a suspicious look before dropping a few pieces of fruit on a plate and handing it to me. “At least try to eat something. You know how I get when people don’t eat.” I gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded. I looked around. Some of the younger boys were trying to hold back their giggles and I noticed that there was an extra chair at the table that the guys hadn’t noticed. What’s going on?

Everyone was so engaged in conversation that we didn’t notice the kitchen door opening. Race plopped himself down into the extra chair, nonchalantly chewing on a piece of bacon.

“What’s up, guys?”

I looked over at the three men that had just been discussing the plans for the day. They all froze, food halfway to their mouths. All of the boys burst out laughing.

“Race!” They jumped out of their seats. Race had just enough time to stand up before Albert tackled him into a hug, making him let out a soft, “Oof!” Jack came over and clapped him on the back. “Hey, buddy! You’re a day early!” Davey and Albert look over to him.

“Wait, you knew he was coming?”

“Yeah, he called me last week.” Albert punched him in the shoulder. From the looks of it, he was not gentle.

“You asshole! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Jack said, rubbing his shoulder. “But it looks like he wanted to surprise all of us. Oh! By the way,” he led Race over to me, “This is (Y/N). The woman I was telling you about.”

Race smirked. “We meet again.”

Jack looked confused. “Again?”

“Yeah, she complimented me on my eyes and then got all flustered about it. It was adorable, really.” I felt my face burn up. So he had heard me.

“And when you went downstairs,” Peter said, “He got us all together and planned his big reveal! It was so funny!” Race looked a little surprised.

“Woah, is Peter actually talking in front of everybody?”

“Yeah, once (Y/N), here, took over, we’ve seen big changes in everyone. This little guy is such a social butterfly now.” I blushed and Peter beamed with pride.

“I can’t take all the credit. The boys have been doing their part to adjust to the changes around here and I’m really grateful for that.”

Race smiled at me. “I’m glad.” When his eyes didn’t leave mine for quite some time I cleared my throat.

“Um, we should all finish breakfast so I can get these boys to school.” They all agreed and we sat back down.

It had taken a lot of coaxing and promising that Race would still be here when they got back to get the boys out the door and on the buses. Once they had all left I slowly made my way back, steadying myself. It seemed that I couldn’t control my nerves around Race and that had to change now that he was back. I walked inside and found the room to be empty. I could hear laughter coming from the office and figured they were all in there, catching up, so I thought it best not to disturb them. I went about my daily routine, as normal, even though everything was far from it.

A couple hours later I found myself sneaking up to the roof. I’d made it a habit to come up here to relax. There was something freeing about being so high up and looking down at New York below. Of course ours wasn’t the tallest building in the city, far from it. But I still felt like I was on top of the world. I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths, calming myself. And it would’ve worked had I not heard someone clear their throat behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I turned around and saw Race leaning on the doorframe.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. But I figured I’d better announce my presence before walking up behind you. We’re pretty high up and I can’t have another tragic death on my hands.” My eyes widened and he laughed. “I’m joking. Can I join you?”

“Of course. This was your turf first, after all. I’m merely a visitor.”

He walked over to the wall, next to where I was standing, and rested his arms on the ledge.

“Do you really think of yourself that way?”

I blinked a couple times. “Sometimes. It’s hard not to feel small when you hear all of these amazing stories about someone. Are they true?

“You said you knew all about me.”

“Just what your friends have to say. And I get the feeling that they like to… embellish the stories they tell. So? Who is the real Race Higgins? I wanna know straight from the man, himself.”

Race shuffled his feet a bit and made a point to not look me in the eye, it seemed. He fiddled with his hands, playing with a bracelet on his left wrist. I noticed it matched the one Albert wore.

“I know a person ain’t their background. I know your past doesn’t have to define you. But I feel like that’s the place I have to start if I wanna tell you my story.” I nodded and waited for him to continue. “I grew up not far from here, couple blocks over, in fact. Wasn’t a great neighborhood, but it was home. Skipping over the gory details, I’ll just say that my birth parents were into some shady stuff. And one night it came back to bite them in the ass in the form of two bullets.” I let out a small gasp but he continued. “I never knew who did it and as I got older I realized it’s best I don’t know. But that night I was so scared I just ran. I ran and ran. And a year later I was still runnin’. From the people who killed my parents, from any and all dangers that lurk in the New York shadows, ready to jump out and do even more harm to an unsuspecting eight year old boy… from going down the same path my parents chose. And I refused to stop.” He took a deep breath.

“That was, until I finally dared to wander back toward my old home. I found this place. It looked so big and warm and inviting. I saw a bunch of young boys coming and going. I eventually found out what it was and I took a chance. The rest is history. As the years went on, we got more and more boys coming in, and today I call them my best friends. We’ve all got sordid backstories- Al and I even have an inside joke where we say I’m like Batman because of what happened with my parents- but I think that brought us all closer. And now we’re all back here.“

I stood there, taking it all in. I hadn’t expected that.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but if I had experienced half of the horrors that you faced and finally got away from it… I don’t think I’d be able to go back to the birthplace of my nightmares. I mean, you finally have a family and new, happier memories. I guess I just don’t understand.”

He smiled, knowingly. “You know when you go away for a while – for school or somethin’ – and you have a good time. You love it there and you appreciate the people you’ve met and the life you’ve built. But… but you don’t really feel like you’re home until you go back home. Ya know what I mean?”

I blushed and nodded silently. He continued.

“And anyway, this ain’t the birthplace of my nightmares. No, that would be the streets of Manhattan: my home before this place. This rundown old gal may not seem like much, but compared to the cold, unforgiving alleyways I was used to, this is paradise. And I’ve made it my mission to not let any other kid go through what I went through. This is our safe haven.”

I smiled a little, remembering when Jack described the home as paradise as well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate-“

He laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. From what I heard, you wouldn’t insult Adolf Hitler, himself, if he was standin’ right in front of ya.”

I furrowed my brow. “Well, thanks, but I’m not that innocent. I got a tough way about me. I have to, keeping track of fifteen boys with mouths like sailors and attitudes like kings.”

Race chuckled at that. “Yeah, they’re alright. Me and my boys raised a lot more hell when we were in their positions.”

I watched a group of birds fly overhead and sighed contently. “I’ve heard some of the stories, shorthand. I guess you guys really do have a special bond, with each other and with this building. Albert said it might be fate that you’re all back here. Do you believe in fate?”

He paused for a moment, staring out over the city. “Ask me again after something remarkable happens.” I stared at him, confused. He continued. “It usually takes something grand or divine to make people believe in that kinda stuff. What we’re doin’ is not remarkable. It’s just the right thing to do. Fate didn’t bring us all back here. Our compassion and empathy for those who are living the lives we once had brought us together again.”

I stared at him a little longer before turning back to the view in front of us, letting out a surprised chuckle.

“You know, ever since I got here people have been telling me all about you. The boys adore you and your friends hold you in such high regard. I guess I’ve built up this version of you in my head. It was almost like some saint or superhero; someone who could do no wrong and expect nothing in return. And I kept telling myself to quit it because there was no way that you would compare to this fictitious version of yourself. I was afraid I was gonna be let down with such high expectations. But now…” I glanced over at him and met his eye. “Now I’m starting to think you really are that person.”

He scoffed. “Psh! I’m clearly no saint. And, I mean, I haven’t tested it out or anything, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have super powers. I’m just a guy trying to pay the universe back for finally giving me a good life.”

“Modesty. That seems to be the theme around here. A girl can’t pay someone a compliment without them immediately deflecting it. And frankly, it’s getting kind of annoying. So here I am, standing in front of you, telling you that you are an amazing person, a great role model to those boys… and someone who doesn’t owe the universe shit because you’ve paid your dues. Now take the compliment with no backtalk.”

Race blinked a couple times before a wide smile spread across his face. “Okay, I take it back, maybe you would insult Hitler,” he laughed. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “But seriously, if that’s how you handle situations, you must be doin’ great with the boys.”

My smile faltered. “I don’t know… I mean, we’ve all gotten into a rhythm and routine around here. And some of them really seem to be comfortable with me…”

“But?”

“But I honestly don’t think I’m doing that great. I could never match up to you. And I know that we aren’t interchangeable. Jack’s made sure to drill that into everyone’s heads, including my own. It’s just- how do I put this? It’s like when they take an actor who plays a certain character, and replace them with someone else for the sequel. It doesn’t matter how great of an actor the new person is, everyone hates them because they aren’t the original person. And you are so loved and well-known, it would be like replacing Robert Downey Jr. with some no-name, thinking no one would notice. It just doesn’t work and it makes everyone confused and angry.” I looked over at him. His eyebrows were raised and he looked very amused.

“Are you saying I’m like Robert Downey Jr.?”

“It was a metaphor.”

“Either way, I’ll take it.” I sighed and rubbed my face in annoyance. When he spoke again, his voice was more gentle. “You know they listen to you sing every mornin’?”

My head snapped up. “What?”

“Yeah, every morning they wake up extra early to listen to you sing while you get ready. They say it’s like havin’ a mother. And I’m no expert, but I don’t think I can compete with that. I’m not a mother. I just play one on TV.” He smirked at me.

“Wait, so you’re Robert Downey Jr. and you play a mother?”

“Hey, he could play anything he sets his mind to.” We both laughed. “Anyway, don’t tell the boys I told you. They were pretty embarrassed.”

I mimed zipping my lips and throwing the imaginary key over the ledge. We shared a smile. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious around Race, but he also had this way about him that was so reassuring. Maybe we could do this. Together.

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Hiya! Do you think maybe you can eventually do a prompt were it’s Sam’s first Halloween? And like they dress him up in the cutest little outfit (I just love dressed up babies) and he’s like matching with Lily and Grace and I don’t know I would love to see it 🍿🔮👩🏼‍🎤👶🏼

Happy Halloween

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“Lily, come on!” Grace pounded on her sister’s door.

“No. I look stupid. I’m not doing this.” Lily grumbled back. She stared at herreflection.

She had never been big on Halloween. She’d outgrowntrick-or-treating a few years ago. Grace still loved to go. And her family wasreally big into dressing up together. Last year they’d gone as characters from Inside Out. The year before had been Game of Thrones. Her direwolf costumehad been hot as hell. And here she was again, stuck in the fluffiest hottestcostume of the bunch. It was because she was too nice. And she let everyoneelse pick first.

“Peeease?” She heard a tiny high pitched voice thatshe’d never been able to turn down.

It was one of the few words Sam knew. Along with ‘boob’, ‘Mama’,‘no’, ‘go bye bye’, and ‘cool, dude’. The last one had been courtesy of Grace.She’d tried to get him to say ‘bitchin’ but her mothers did not approve.

Lily sighed and walked over to the door, unlocking it andcoming face to face with Grace and her baby brother. Grace’s face was paintedsilver and Sam was in his little puppy costume. He clapped his hands togetherin excitement when he saw her and reached out for her, leaning out of Grace’sarms.

“No fair using the kid against me.” Lily scowled at hersister, who looked equally ridiculous in the bulky Tin Man costume she waswearing.

Sam looked adorable as Toto though. He reached up andtouched the Cowardly Lion make-up on Lily’s face, smudging it a little.

“It is his firstHalloween. Don’t you want it to be memorable?” Grace asked.

“He’s a baby. He sucks on his toes and licks people’s noses.He’s not going to remember this.”

“He will with proof.” Grace opened up a tiny compartment inher oversized robot looking costume and whipped out her phone, quickly snappinga picture of Lily and Sam.

“I hate you.” Lily frowned.

“You look so adorable.” She jokingly reached out andscratched the curly braided mane on top of Lily’s head, jostling the red bow onthe top.

Sam squealed and then giggled. He laid his head against Lily’sfuzzy costume and stroked the material with his tiny little hands. He tugged atthe bearded mane underneath her chin.

“Girls? Are you ready yet?” They heard Alison call out fromdownstairs.

It was already dusk and they wanted to get out and aroundthe neighborhood before it got dark. They knew they needed to start earlybecause Sam had refused to take his nap earlier, so they knew he would tire outquickly.

“Coming!” Grace called enthusiastically. She bounded downthe hallway.

Lily looked down at her brother. His black Toto costumecovered his entire body. She pulled the hood up over his head, fiddling untilshe got it so the ears were straight on the top of his head.

“I’m only doing this because I love you, Sammy,” Lily said.She shifted him on her hip and leaned towards his face. “Can I have a kiss forcourage?” she puckered her lips out.

Sam knew what that meant. He pushed his lips out and gaveher a sticky baby kiss on her jaw. At the very end of it, he opened his mouth and histongue fell out like a dog’s tongue and he smiled, drooling all over her chin. Lilychuckled and wiped the drool away and then went to meet her family in theliving room.

“There’s my little Toto.” Emily smiled when she saw Lilywalking in with Sam.

Emily’s long hair was split evenly into two ponytails tiedoff with two little blue bows, matching the checkered blue dress she waswearing. The outfit was tied together with sparkly red shoes and a wickerbasket.

Initially, Emily had suggested Alison be Dorothy, but Alisonthought it would be easier for Emily to just throw her hair in pigtails. Sheplanned to go with the blondeness of her hair to be the most fabulous Scarecrowanyone had ever seen.

“Do we really have to do this?” Lily mumbled as she handed asquirming Sam over to Emily. “This costume is really hot and itchy.”

“Hey, we all have to suffer a little. You think I want towalk around all night wearing these clunky heels? At least it’s cool outside soyou’ll cool down. My feet have to suffer the whole time. Your sister and yourmother really want this, Lily. So let’s just keep the complaining to a minimum,okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You look so cute.” Emily ruffled the top of the mane on herhead.

“Now you’re just punishing me.” Lily laughed.

Grace and Alison walked into the room. Grace had put thepointy Tin Man hat on her head and she had an oil can in her hand to complete herensemble.

Alison had a pointed dark green hat on her head, her blonde hairflowing out in several directions. She’d done her best to make it look somewhatlike straw.

She was wearing a long-sleeved green top that had yellowtrimming around the collar. She had on a burlap colored brown skirt tied offwith a roped belt. Her legs were covered with pale yellow ripped pantyhoserunning down into a pair of long tan boots that had light yellow tassels onthem.

Emily smiled at her. Her wife was the sexiest Scarecrow thatshe’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait until after the kids went to bed. Suddenly,she wasn’t thinking about how much her feet were going to be hurting anymore.

“Are we ready to go?” Alison questioned.

“Oh, we forgot one thing.” Grace scurried off into thekitchen.

A few seconds later she came back in with their dog Busteron his leash. He had on a light blue vest with spiky flames and gray wingssticking out the back. The wings matched his bluish-gray medium-length fur. Therewas a light blue hat with flames that matched the vest tied around his head,which was probably going to be pawed off the second they walked out the door.

“I still think Grace should have been the evil monkey.” Lilysuggested.

“Just you wait until next year when we do The Three Little Pigs.” Grace grinned.

“I will huff and I will puff and I will throw a shoe at yourface.”

“Girls.” Emily tried to mediate. “The night is young. Pleasesave your squabbling for when your brother is screaming his head off and thedog has plopped down in the middle of the sidewalk and refuses to move until wetake the hat off of his head and the neighbors are all staring at us andjudging us. You know, normal family stuff.”

Alison walked over to Emily.

“You look hot,” she said teasingly.

“You too, babe.” Emily replied.

“Ew, gross. Don’t traumatize Sam with your mushy stuff.” Graceshook her head with a frown.

The girls were at an age where love and affection was “icky”,which was fine by their moms because it meant they weren’t dating yet, whichmeant they weren’t swapping spit with anyone yet.

“Are you ready for your first time trick-or-treating, babyboy?” Alison reached out and pinched Sam’s cheeks, careful not to smudge thelittle black blob that had been drawn on his nose as the end of his doggy snout.

His mouth fell open into a stupid grin and he bounced inEmily’s arms.

“Mama mama!” He exclaimed in excitement. “Go bye bye?” Heasked.

“Alright Dorothy, lead the way.” Alison smiled at Emily.

They took the kids around the block. Then they ventured alittle out of the neighborhood. Sam was good for the most part. He got a littlefussy when he saw something that scared him, but his sisters were always rightthere to assure him he was okay.

They ran into Caleb and Hanna on their way back to theirneighborhood. The Rivers family had chosen a musical movie theme, too. Theywere Sandy and Danny from Grease. Theirdaughter Cami had wanted to be Frenchie because she wanted to wear the frillypink cotton candy wig, so Caleb and Hanna had gone along with it.

“You are the cutest little Toto I’ve ever seen.” Hannagushed, playing with Sam’s hands. He giggled.

A few seconds later she was the one carrying him. It wascomical to see the clashing of the two movies. Sandy from Grease carrying around little Toto from The Wizard of Oz.

They walked with them for a little bit, the girls runningahead while the adults caught up. After a while, Caleb and Hanna had to run.Cami had a Halloween party she was going to.

Shortly after their friends left, the DiLaurentis-Fieldsfamily were about ready to call it quits. Sam was starting to get increasinglywhiny. And the dog was stopping every two seconds to scratch at the costume onhis back.

“Girls, are you about finished?” Emily asked.

“I was finished the second I put on this costume.” Lilyadmitted.

“Don’t be surly.” Alison scolded her. “Here, take yourbrother.” She handed Sam over to Lily. “Why don’t you go ahead and go home?Grace, you too.”

“Huh?” Grace turned around to face them. She’d been toopreoccupied shoving chocolate in her mouth to hear her mother.

“Come on, Willy Wonka, we’re going home.” Lily laughed.

They started walking ahead.

“You know, Willy Wonka wasn’t the one who ate the chocolate.He just made it.” Grace corrected her sister.

There was a pause, then a “shut up, Grace” before theyturned the corner.

“Man, the attitude on that child.” Alison shook her head indisbelief.

“Where do you think she got it from?” Emily teased her,wrapping her arm around Alison and pulling her close.

Alison turned into her wife’s body so they were facing.

“You ready to call it a night?” Alison questioned, her handrunning down from the small of Emily’s back to her toned ass.

Emily leaned forward and kissed her.

“There’s no place like home.” Emily grinned against herlips.

When they got home they found Lily sitting on the couch withSam. He had conked out on the walk back to the house. He was sleeping soundlyagainst his sister’s shoulder. Grace was sitting next to her singing “Over theRainbow” softly to him.

“Home sweet home.” Alison smiled, looking attheir children.

They stood there watching their little girls with their son. They turned to one another and smiled. The dreams that they had dared to dream really had come true.

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What Colors Do French Bulldogs Come In?

French bulldogs are a lovely and adorable breed of dogs that come in a wide range of coat color. Beside the coat color, there are certain features that are dominant in this breed like the wide shoulder and the fold of the skin.

However the coat color in the French bulldog has been a serious concern and debate as to which is the true color for the pure breed. Various clubs have their own way of vetting the color depending on the guidelines they have set.

If you are hoping to be a future Frenchies owner, it might be smart that you understand the following colors and color patterns.

Brindle Frenchie

With a coat that predominantly features a dark color with a few lighter colored hairs, Brindle Frenchies are easily discernible. Brindling – that lighter coloring, varies from very lighter or sometime nearly non-existent black brindle (Seal Brindle) to extremely heavy or what’s commonly referred to as Tiger Brindle. There may be patches of white hairs of visibly varying sizes or none at all.

Pied Frenchies

French bulldogs come in various colors including the loved Brindle, and then there’s the dappled coat colors. Pied means that it is white or eggshell colored skin with few to many patches of a dark color. This means that most pied French Bulldogs are white in color with a darker color. You will notice that pied is a straight opposite of Brindle.

Other colors and color patterns

Fawn – Frenchies with such a coat can be subtly tan in color to extremely reddish tan and everything in between. Fawn means that there’s no patch and the coat color is uniform all through. Those regions around the head and ears are a bit darker than the rest of the body’s color...and more info over at - What the Frenchie.

Rare French Bulldog Colors

Blue - Blue French Bulldogs are covered entirely with a blue coat. This coat is caused by caused by a genetic disorder which is called Color Dilution Alopecia.

Cream - Cream French Bulldogs are diluted fawns. Their coat is usually a creamy eggshell coloration.

Chocolate Brindle - is a light milk-ish color mixed with chocolate brown. They have light brown to brownish noses and nails. They also can have light blue eyes.

Sable - Sable French Bulldogs have a predominantly fawn coat with strings of black hair tipped in black. Usually, the black hair appears on the front end of a French bulldog.

Blue Sable - Blue Sable French Bulldogs have a fawn coat as well mixed with strings of "blue" tipped hairs throughout their coat.

Pure Black - Pure Black French Bulldogs have an entirely black coat without and brindling. These French Bulldogs have been disqualified from competiting in competitions.

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What are the permitted colours for the French bulldog?

There are only three main colour groups that are recognised by the Kennel Club in the UK, and these are fawn, brindle and pied. White dogs are permitted too, but they are classed as pied.

Dogs of other colours such as pure black, black and white, chocolate, grey, blue, merle and lilac are not permitted under the breed standard, and are not considered to be appropriate colours for dogs of the breed by either the Kennel Club, or responsible French bulldog breed clubs.

The Kennel Club French bulldog accepted colours list

The full list of all of colour variants that are accepted by the Kennel Club are:

Brindle

Dark brindle

Light brindle

Brindle and white

Fawn

Fawn with a black mask

Fawn and white

Fawn pied

Pied

White (white dogs are classed as pied for showing purposes)

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French Bulldog Color Genetics and Health

Serious breeders generally use a French Bulldog color genetics chart to help guide and track their breeding efforts.

This is especially helpful when a breeder decides to specialize in certain French Bulldog colors or patterns. But paying close attention to French Bulldog color DNA is also important to ensure breeding of healthy puppies with excellent quality of life.

The reason is simple.

The same genes that influence French Bulldog colors and markings often also influence other developmental processes in dogs, such as the development of healthy vision or hearing.

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Blue French Bulldog Puppies Are the Cutest Pups Ever

The Blue French Bulldog is one of the fastest expanding dog breeds in The united states and overseas. The breed alone is the currently popular and escalating in acceptance, The French Bulldog . This breed truly originated from Englad as they have been selectively bred from the English Bulldog to be a far more compact and toy-like breed. They have been selectively bred to be much smaller than their tank-like cousins, The English Bulldog. Later the breed was brought again to France and their new names stuck. These lovable, cuddly, smashed experience bullies are to die for. The offer the toughness of a mini bulldog and the personality of a clownish couch potato. Blue Frenchie Bulldogs are no distinct other than for their evident distinction in coloration and markings. The "blue" coat shade on these precious mini Bulldogs is a consequence of a 'd' diluted gene. The blue colour in basic for most or all other pet breeds is in immediate relation to the diluting of the black base shade in puppies. At some point the black shade was diluted to produce the blueish hue that the this Bulldog shows these days. The Blue Frenchie is also referred to as "mouse" in shade or grey, which is in fact what you see and not blue in actuality. Now there are several diverse sorts of Blue French Bulldogs also lovingly refereed to as Frenchies. These are the most frequent colours of the Blue French Bulldogs: Sound Blue French Bulldogs Blue Pied Blue Frenchies Blue Brindle Frenchis Blue Fawn Blue Frenchies and the really rare Blue and Tan French Bulldogs The Blue French Bulldog puppies can be a pricey obtain as effectively as they are so rare and so desirable that most begin at a respectable price tag of $two,five hundred and ranging upwards of $five,000 and even $ten,000 for incredibly rare specimens with unique characteristics and markings. Not all Frenchie puppies in a particular litter turn out with these varieties of blueish coat shades. But all are deemed to have the "blue gene" therefore they are labeled "blue carriers". Blue carriers are also really beneficial as they have the ability to make the diluted blue coats in their puppies even though they do not screen the coloration themselves. The fantastic point about these Blue Frenchies is that they are most usually sold with no breeding legal rights or as pet high quality companion pets only. This is a fantastic issue ion that this enables the breed to remain distinctive and clearly enables the breed to stay from getting in excess of bred and above populated in the US and around the globe. This unique and majestic Bulldog breed is confident to thrive and boost in popularity in the approaching years.