Chapo

Age: 6 Yrs. Old

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $450.00

Special Needs: no

  • Tolerant of children
  • Tolerant of dogs
  • Tolerant of cats

Adopt a Bulldog

Chapo

My name is Chapo, which means dwarf or shorty. But I’m still 63 pounds of beefy Bulldog.

My dad needed to surrender me to an all-breed rescue. But they knew I needed to be with my own kind ~ with people and dogs who understood how special I am. So today I joined Bulldog rescue and the man said he would take me to a place where I could meet other Bulldogs. Boy was he right. I am at the vet clinic and there are Bulldogs everywhere I turn.

I am 6 years old and I’m glad to have a vet who understands my Bulldog needs. Both of my ears are infected, my tail pocket is infected, my teeth are rotten and hurting. But my feet! My feet are covered with cysts and were bleeding just the other day. I could barely walk. Not sure why, but some of my nails are all crooked and going in different directions. Oh, and I am heartworm positive. So they tell me I will be here for a while. But that’s OK with me.

I love everybody and everything. I’ll just hang out here and give kisses and get hugs. I’ll be well in no time and ready to come live with my forever family who understands what we Bulldogs are all about.

2/26/19 Update:  Well friends, Chapo here reporting from the B&B that I am staying at now.  Yep, that’s me living the dream at a Bed and Breakfast because that is all I get to do is have breakfast and stay in the bed. I am recovering from Heartworm treatment and it has not been fun. First night I moved in my foster Mom fixed a crate up for me, with a new bed, and a few toys. And then I started to bark…and bark…and bark.  The longer I stayed in the crate the louder I barked  and I have no off switch. Finally my foster Mom said your barking is going to kill you, if I don’t first, and she opened the crate door.  That is all I wanted, to get out of the crate. You see, the crate is not for me.  I found the laundry room, with some towels, and that is now my new Bed and Breakfast.  No one bothers me there, and it is quiet, and I am recovering nicely. My confinement is over on March 13th and I will be finding myself a new family. I love all the other dogs that live with me, and I am very easy to love. I don’t chew on anything, and I consider myself a perfect senior with perfect manors.  I take a joint supplement mainly for my feet. I had some bad growths taken off between my toes and I want to make sure that these feet are made for walking when it comes to meeting my new family.  So get ready to meet me on March 14th because that is the day I leave the laundry room behind and move in with my forever family. Could that be you?

3/20/19 Update:   Today, I am free from the laundry room isolation because my heartworm treatment rest is OVER! I am taking a short walk to the stop sign and back.