Age: 7 Yrs. Old
Adoption Fee: $500.00
Special Needs: no
Howdy folks, my name is Claudine. My best friend, Brynn, and I joined rescue, and we are glad to be where we are wanted!
You see, someone found us and took us to the shelter. The shelter found out we had microchips so they called our owners. But they never came to get us! So here we are in rescue and everyone loves us.
We are not sisters, but best friends who have lived together a long time. We would like to stay together if possible, but we understand if that can’t happen.
I am the thin fawn and white one. I am very sweet and love everybody and all dogs I have met. I am in pretty good health for a girl my age—that’s why I don’t mind telling you I am seven.
Brynn is the all white one and she is a little chunky compared to me. She has some problems with one of her eyes, but the people at the clinic say they will have it better in no time. Brynn is also very sweet and loves everyone. She may be a little more playful than I am. She is also seven.
We we are just going to sit back, relax and enjoy a little gal’s time together. Once everything is checked out and fixed, we will be off to our foster home, and then our forever home in no time. Wouldn’t you love to have both of us at your house?
8/15/19 Update: May I wish a hale and hearty hello to all my fellow friends, fans, and followers in the free and oppressed worlds, ships at sea, and a special shout out to all you extra-terrestrials.
#MissBrynn slingin’ including across the Twitterverse. Do I need my own hashtag? I have no idea what that means, but I sound hip. Speaking of hip, I have no joint problems, an elegant coat, and a mild temperament.
This BBnB prepared temporary private quarters for me, and kept me in slow introduction mode, but I have graduated. Now, I am the new kid in the clique that meets twice daily in the main Bulldog dining salon. I am reveling in the food, attention, and peace that only a loving home can provide. I now have earned run-of-the-house privileges. Obediently, I do all my business outside. I am an easy pup to keep.
My dogtor has diagnosed me as a hospice Bulldog. In dog-speak, that means that I need love more than any other time in my life. If you have a heart for a Bulldog who needs your love and emotional courage, I will bless you with my undying devotion. My peeps are amazed by my resilience. No longer asleep and lethargic all day, this loving home and yummy grub have brought me back to engaged, interested, and full of life and happiness. I stick close by foster dad because he is the man with the food. I cannot remember eating so well.
The pack granted me full member status. I am a proud male member of Chez Maison Ménard BBnB canine mafia. There was even an initiation ceremony. As the star, I am at foster dad’s feet with my three sistas in the background. We all shared provolone noshes. They have taught me how to beg, as foster dad prepares eats and what a pushover he is for a pretty face. Given the fabulous food here, my appetite has evolved from to “eat to live” to “live to eat.”
I remain eternally grateful and happy for the love and devotion of Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue, but I am ready to move on, move up, and move in. Are you ready?