đźš˝ Bathroom trips?
 She follows me in like we’re war-crossed lovers parting at the train station. Full eye contact. Soul-piercing. It’s giving French film finale, 1957.

 đźŤł In the kitchen?
 She’s two inches from my heels, judging my every spice like a four-legged Gordon Ramsay mid-breakdown.

 đźšŞ Taking out the trash?
 She stands in the doorway, glassy-eyed, whispering with every glance:
 â€śPromise me you’ll come back…” And she doesn’t sit… She performs.
One leg crossed, chin tilted, full 1950s Chanel glamour — like she’s being photographed by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue: Canine Edition.

What to expect when you get a Brussels Griffon, male or female, both show the same antics ….

When I adopted her, I thought I was bringing home a loyal, disciplined little Brussels Griffon.
what I actually got?
A clingy, Oscar-worthy drama queen wrapped in fur — convinced she’s starring in an emotional one-woman show… and I’m just the exhausted audience trapped in the front row.

Owning a Griff requires a sense of humor

✨ Ignore her for 5 seconds?
 She lets out a sigh so dramatic, I check the ceiling for boom mics.

 đźĄŁ Skipped dinner once because her food bowl wasn’t aligned with… I don’t know… her aura.

And the zoomies? Oh, the zoomies.
One minor inconvenience — a breeze, a leaf, an intrusive thought — and she’s blasting through the house like she’s being chased by regrets and unpaid taxes.

 So far, she has:

 âś… Licked every window like she’s blessing the house
âś… Cracked the code on how to open the fridge
✅ Stolen a banana, peeled it herself, and left the peel on my pillow like a warning from the Fruit Mafia 🍌💀

In summary, if you get a Brussels Griffon, you need to have a sense of humor.
Enjoy this hidden gem of a breed.