Frenchies Have No Sense Of Humor About Themselves

 The grey-felt furred Frenchie, eyes huge and solemn, watches me with his head cocked at an extreme angle from across the department floor, while his owner stabs furiously at his phone with his index finger.

The dog’s ears are far too big for his head - bats envy these ears, elephants nod their enormous skulls in admiration at the sheer audacity of these proportions.

I cock my head in imitation, for no reason except that it’s fun, expecting perhaps that this will cause my new friend to cock his head further in response, but instead this seems to transfix him. His eyes widen slightly, his head frozen at it’s curious angle, but when I grow bored with our game and start to walk away, he positions himself between me and his owner, all fifteen inches tall of him bristling at the sheer effrontery of me having possibly mocked him.