Ah, Sunday brunch—the sacred time when New Yorkers emerge from their apartments, sunglasses on, ready to consume overpriced avocado toast and bottomless mimosas. And in my case? Brunch isn’t just for humans. No, no. It’s an event for Grimly, the self-proclaimed brunch king.
Step 1: The Pre-Brunch Drama
Before we even get to brunch, let’s talk about the getting ready process.
Grimly, sensing a food-related outing, is already pacing the apartment like a Michelin-starred chef waiting for a review.
I pull out his “special occasion” harness—because one must dress appropriately for brunch, darling. (Spoiler: He doesn’t care, but I do.)
I make a strong coffee, knowing that my arm will soon become a French Bulldog sled-dog rig.
Product Pick: Stylish Frenchie Harness – Because every brunch date needs a look that says I woke up like this.
Step 2: The Brunch Table Takeover
French Bulldogs have many talents—snorting like a broken espresso machine, demanding attention from strangers, and, most importantly, strategic food theft.
We sit down, and within 0.2 seconds, Grimly has already:
Made intense eye contact with the waiter (who is now his best friend).
Assessed the table for weaknesses (bread basket? Unattended bacon? Rookie mistakes!).
Deployed his paw of persuasion on my lap.
Product Pick: Portable Dog Water Bottle – Because if I get bottomless mimosas, Grimly deserves a fancy hydration station. This one is his favorite cause has treats department😅 https://amzn.to/4iEP2vN
Step 3: The Food Selection (aka The Negotiation)
Brunch isn’t brunch without the menu debate. I’m torn between pancakes or eggs benedict, but Grimly? He has one goal: anything I’m eating.
So, I order a side of scrambled eggs for him—because I love him and because resisting his judgmental side-eye is impossible.
Product Pick: Organic Dog Treats – For when your Frenchie insists on human food but should really be eating these.
Grimly’s fav dental stick https://amzn.to/4klklNw
Step 4: The Post-Brunch Food Coma
Brunch ends in one of two ways:
1. I leave full, happy, and ready to conquer the world.
2. Grimly and I waddle home, collapse on the couch, and enter a food-induced nap vortex.
Spoiler: It’s always option 2.
Product Pick: Comfy Frenchie Bed – Because post-brunch naps should be five-star luxury experiences.
Final Thoughts: Brunch with a Frenchie? 10/10, Would Recommend.
Sure, it’s chaotic. Sure, I end up sharing half my meal. But brunch without Grimly? Unthinkable.
So, if you see a woman in NYC sharing toast with a French Bulldog in a bowtie, just know—we’re living our best Sunday life.
Would you bring your pup to brunch? Let me know in the comments!
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