Marcus Aurelius doesn't believe in hanging around. Between jaunts with his petwalker, running in the backyard and regular strolls downtown with his human, Mary, Marcus keeps a fit body and his mood elevated to content--never giddy.
He never misses stopping by to visit his crystal-studded flip flop friend, Priscilla Flynn, at Embellishes. He's not particularly interested in her dog treats, however; it's her friendship he values. Priscilla understands that he was attacked by a Lab last month and treats him with extra tenderness.
Marcus is far from indifferent toward other shoppers. His aloof aura protects the mandatory je ne sais quoi of his heritage. He is, after all, a French bulldog. Three and a half years ago as a pup, he noticed the silly, needy, fumbling sorts (probably Labs) bouncing around loving practically everybody. "Pleeeease," he told himself, "I will never be that." Marcus has been true to that oath.
He never misses stopping by to visit his crystal-studded flip flop friend, Priscilla Flynn, at Embellishes. He's not particularly interested in her dog treats, however; it's her friendship he values. Priscilla understands that he was attacked by a Lab last month and treats him with extra tenderness.
Marcus is far from indifferent toward other shoppers. His aloof aura protects the mandatory je ne sais quoi of his heritage. He is, after all, a French bulldog. Three and a half years ago as a pup, he noticed the silly, needy, fumbling sorts (probably Labs) bouncing around loving practically everybody. "Pleeeease," he told himself, "I will never be that." Marcus has been true to that oath.
He will visit with strangers but prefers that folks pet his back rather than touch his face. His nose wiggles when he decides to move along. Often, there are dogs in the area that need to be sniffed out. His human tags along.
