I’ve learned in life that almost anything or anyone can be a home, not just an actual structure built by human hands. I’ve also learned in life that just because you grow up in a structure called “home” it doesn’t mean it is home. Pain and suffering can turn “home” very quickly into hell.

My name is Claire Holaday- I grew up in the small town of Prosperity, SC. I had a terrifying childhood- a childhood that statistically ends very badly. I think, as a result of my childhood, my ability to notice beauty (in whatever form it appears i.e. a warm smile and weathered eyes, flowers, animals…) became a strong proficiency.

My origin with the bulldog begins many years ago as a young tomboy adventuring around on her Uncle’s property (located in Missouri). I’ve always leaned heavier on the side of curiosity. I discovered on the screened-in back porch a little English Bulldog puppy just scootin’, snortin’ and fartin’ around like the wannabe-pigs they are. A vague and long story made short, this bulldog and her brother came home with us to SC. Her name was, Virginia, and his name was, Quirky. Virginia and Quirky very quickly became two of the strongest love stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of saying I was a character casted. Alternately, two stories with the most tragic endings because when you love something so much, and have to part ways with it- it embarks on a journey you cannot join and with it, it takes a part of you. Leaving you with this deep yearning to find it again. Hiraeth. Virginia and Quirky were my home. These two dogs from my childhood, provided the nutrient soil for my interest in “bulldogs”, although I never thought I’d ever experience a love like that with another pet ever again until…

The year was 2024 just after my Grandma, for whom I was close, passed away. Three years prior to her passing, my mom and brother had gone on to purchase English bulldogs (the nostalgia of them, yanno?) and I was the only one left, unsure if I’d ever have a bulldog again. I feel like, my Grandma was whispering to me from the other side, planting these images of French Bulldogs in my head. Why in the blazes would I want a French Bulldog? I don’t know. I’ve only ever known English Bulldogs. Call it grief, call it impulsive, call it stupid… I call it Divine Intervention because what are the chances that I have a friend from high school who at the time was in the French Bulldog breeding gig? An accident? I think not.

Kelsey Rabineau and Will Entemann of award winning, Michigan Exotic Frenchies, both gave me back my “Virginia and Quirky” in the forms of two Frenchies, MEF Periwinkle and MEF Clouseau. The bond I have with these dogs is as rich as there are stars in the sky. It was not only then and there, did I find a certain “home” again, but it finally gave me my purpose. I wanted to give others, my home, to discover their homes.

I am a first time Breeder and I know that the price tag looks a little heavy, but if it gives you any consolation- I paid the hefty price and I can say with every tiny particle that is my existence- it. was. worth. it. Part of why it was worth it though, is because two people (Kelsey & Will) did their due diligence in producing quality French Bulldogs. They inspired me, and continue to do so. Thank you, Kelsey. Thank you, Will.

It would be the greatest honor to serve you whether it’s giving you your very first Frenchie, assisting you with your breeding program, or adding to your already established Frenchie family. Or if you just want to follow along, that’s super cool too. I am excited for the future especially if it means one of my puppies is in your arms! We’ll be connected forever.

Peace be with all of you,

ClaireBear

P.S. pictured above of young Claire, is Virginia