I love smushed faces and I think Frenchies are cute clowns in (and out) of the ring. Last night during his moment in the spotlight, little Wishbone wished to break and smell the
grass green astroturf . . . mid stroll.
This cutie pie could very well sniff some leftover mustard and hot dog juices from a past Knicks game — look how quickly he slams on the brakes!