So this is Frankie Smalls. He is a French Bulldog and we were a little nervous when we offered to keep him for a few days. With Sebastian’s passing Rowdy has been strange. He pooped for the very first time in the house a few days back so we were not sure how he would greet Frankie.
Bored.. they barely acknowledge each other. Last night we played with them separately and they had fun, we tried to get them to play together and they just looked at us. Now Frankie is a strange looking pup and so is Rowdy. Only thing I can figure out is that they are not sure the other one is actually a dog so they just relaxed and said “whatever”.