Frenchton

Here's what happened: somebody looked at a French Bulldog, the snoring, the vet bills, the airways held together with hope and genetics, and thought, 'What if we kept everything people love about this dog and gave it a longer nose and a fighting chance at breathing?' Enter the Boston Terrier, already wearing a tuxedo, already charming everyone at the party, already able to run across a yard without needing a recovery nap. The Frenchton is what you get when you cross the Frenchie's absurd, irresistible, couch-potato charisma with the Boston's athleticism and slightly less catastrophic respiratory system.