I’ve always been a fan of grumpiness. Grumpy is my favorite dwarf from the Snow white fairy tale, Grumpy cat is my idol and House MD was my preferred show for a long time. So it’s no wonder that after I lost my dog 2 years ago, I wanted to get a brachycephalic puppy. And what is better than a grumpy, snoring and altogether cute English bulldog. Me and Martin had the idea of getting one for quite some time and we even had a name for him long before we were ready to become dog owners. As a matter of fact we both clearly remember strolling in London in March and passing by Winston Churchill’s statue. I thought Winston would be a great name for our future puppy, but Martin had the better idea of calling him Churchill. So three months ago we drove to a nearby city and got our bundle of joy. And since I’m back here on WordPress, I think it’s only fair to introduce him. Everybody, meet Churchill!