A stocky and statuesque symbol of tenacity and brute force, with jowls flapping gently in the autumn breeze, its stunted but strong legs enveloped by green nebulosity of vile emissions, poetic snorts to wake the dead; it's a Bulldog, and there's never been better. I could Shakespeare away for countless hours describing a Bulldog's presence and distinctiveness, but that isn't exactly why we are here. And you know what, if talking about Bulldogs is great, then looking at their cute photos is grand.