A walk and "Mr. H"

Winter walk in the fields today. My three girls.
I think this the right moment to introduce "Mr.H". "H" short for "Hercules" or "Hercule" like in "Poirot".
Hint: it is that little black thing on the left.



Mr.H is the newest member of our family. For years, the girls wanted a dog. We told them "wait until you are bigger, so you can take care of a dog". Guess the time has come.
After a boxer, an Old English Sheepdog and Kadee, our faithful German Shepperd (see this short story), we have been dogless for 9 years. And now, we have "H", a French Bulldog. Three months old. A small body, but big at heart and brave like no other.



He is also the ugliest dog we had. Which makes him irresistible cute.