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Elsa Louise

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I am a spoiled rotten bulldog named Elsa. I was born in 2002, but the profile won't let me put that year, so I improvised, which is something that I do a lot. I love Jumbones, Animal Planet and snacks. I throw Oscar-winning temper tantrums when I don't get my way. My hobbies include sleeping, snoring, eating and running around like a maniac for 5 minutes and sleeping again. Oh. And sometimes my mom dresses me up in silly outfits and then takes pictures of me. She has issues.

This is my baby moocow. He sleeps with me

This is my Mr. Duck. I like to play with him

This is my Mr. Goose. (who is not really a goose, but a surrogate goose for the original mr. goose that was eaten...and boy did I pull his stuffins out...good times, good times)I play with him also

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet people who will give me snacks, other bulldogs, friendly fun doggies...and, by the way...I love male Boxers, Great Danes and Mastiffs -BUT! if you sniff my ass, I will hurt you. That goes for all of you. I'm not an ass-sniffing kind of girl.

My Blog

BIRTHDAY!!!

It's my birthday!!! I'm two years old! Thus, today is all about me!!! YAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!
Posted by on Sat, 14 Aug 2004 10:01:00 GMT

Father's Day

Was great fun. I made an ass out of another dog who was trying to attack me, but I just sat there like a good girl and didn't make any fuss. I'm such a good girl. Went to see my Grandpa. He love...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jun 2004 20:36:00 GMT

AWWWW, Yeah....

Air conditioning. That is what a bulldog needs. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..... That, and ice cream.
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jun 2004 19:55:00 GMT

Mr. Goose is not a goose, I know...

To clarify, the origins of Mr. Goose. Santa brought me a stuffed squeaky Canadian Goose for my very first xmas. And I chewed him until his stuffing came out. The next xmas, Santa got me the quail, ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jun 2004 15:54:00 GMT

I'm grouchy.

I'm so mad. No one will play with me. I keep trying to bring Mr. Goose to my dad, and he ignores me, because he is "working", so I start yelling at him and he LAUGHS at me. He is so mean. I don't ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jun 2004 20:08:00 GMT