Age: 3 Yrs. Old

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $500.00

Special Needs: no

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

Adopt a Bulldog



I am Owen and I am a miracle. I am here and I am lucky to be alive. My story is a tale to be told. And why people need to understand that Bulldogs can over heat, we can’t swim, and we are not the breed for everyone. Please do your research before taking the leap.

I was knocking on death’s door, but it was not my time to go or I would be gone. I think I am 3 years old. My family was moving into a apartment and did not want me to move with them, so they ran an ad on Craigslist looking to find a new family for me. Someone came and bought me. And from here, the story is not known. Did they want me to run a marathon, did they put me in the back yard, or did they always want a Bulldog but had no clue about my needs? Next thing I knew, I was at the ER on Saturday from overheating. I was dying. This family refused to treat me and they gave ownership of me over to the ER clinic. I was given oxygen, I was cooled down, and I am alive. I did not die, but I was close. The ER called Lone Star Dog Ranch and they immediately came in the early morning hours, paid my bill and took me to the ranch. And then I heard Laura make the call to Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue and she said “I have the most beautiful, amazing, Bulldog for you. He survived a heat stroke and you are going to LOVE him because I already do!” It had been a really long time since anyone called me beautiful and amazing, so I knew I was going to wonderful people if Miss Laura had called them. I am grateful for everyone that played a part in making sure I did not die on Saturday because I have so much life left to live.

Owen the Miracle

10/11/10 Update:  Hey friends it’s me Owen checking in.  I bet you have wondered where I have been lately. Well I been on a staycation because I needed neutered and my cherry eye fixed. And of all the luck, I tested positive for Heartworms! Yep. that’s right I am heartworm positive. Can you believe it ? I can’t.  So, now I am on a antibiotic for 30 days and after that I will have the heartworm treatment.  I moved in with my foster mom today, and let’s just say I have a crush on foster mom. Yea, I know, kinda weird, but when I see her I have this desire to wrap my paws around her legs and , well you know the rest. Foster Mom, well, let’s just say she’s not a big fan of me humping her so today we are going to the store and I am getting a new harness and leash and she’s buying a aerosol can of Pet Corrector.  Pet Corrector is supposed to stop naughty behaviors like humping ladies legs. Oh, I am hoping it helps me loose “that loving feeling” for foster mom because their is no where else I had rather be than on staycation with her.  In 30 days I will have by heartworm treatment and then I will be resting for 30 days . And then, I will be able to be adopted.  Exciting times for me are ahead:  resting,  manners training,  learning to walk on a leash, walking not running and finding me a family.  That’s it for me for now, I am off to the store!

10/15/10 Update:  Good Lord Owen knows nothing other than he comes in like a wrecking ball! Nothing is safe around him. He sees people and he is on them, in their space, jumping and dancing and leaping thru the air.  Owen has lifted his leg on every thing sacred in my home. One bulldog should not have that much energy. I am supposed to be teaching him some social skills, how to walk on a leash, and behave.  When I look at him all I can see is the video of Miley Cyrus swinging back and forth on a wrecking ball.  But in my head I see Owen has replaced Miley swinging back and forth .

11/5/17 Update:  This dog Is the poster child of a NAUGHTY BULLDOG! 😁 He is a chewer ~ nothing is off limits. Owen is fast, smart as they come, and friendly to everyone in the house, but can not be trusted to walk freely from room-to-room because of his chewing addiction! He also walks across the room, making a chewing motion with his teeth until he finds something to sink them into. Here’s to the search for the perfect chew toy.

12/11/17 Update:  A holiday poem from foster boy Owen:

Oh Santa Paws, oh Santa Paws…
On the 15th, I will finish heartworm treatment!

My name is Owen and I’m really sweet.
Please for Christmas, bring me some treats.

I need a family that plays a lot…
Because I can really be a nut!

I about went crazy with so much rest.
I really think it was a test.

I chewed the crate,
I chewed the bed.

I chewed it all
without regret!

I had a hundred toys to chew…
But I prefer nice leather shoes.

Please Santa Paws, help me here…
My name is Owen and I love you dear.

My new family, please understand, I can really be a puppy who likes like to chew everything up!
A favorite thing is your nice couch; I love to put the corners in my mouth.

I try real hard to be so good. Do you think I just might be misunderstood?

Oh Santa Paws, oh Santa Paws… please, please help me here.