Age: 4 Yrs. Old
Adoption Fee: $600.00 (Plus Sales Tax)
Special Needs: no
I have a few words for you…
I’m feeling good from my hat to my shoe
Know where I am going and I know what to do
I’ve tidied up my point of view
I’ve got a new attitude.
Come on sing it with me… you know you want to!
I am 4 years and 8 months old. I used to live in a puppy mill. After I left the mill, I joined a rescue group and they found me a great family that loved me bunches. But, guess what? That family started having some kids and I don’t really like those. I think they scare me because I am on the smaller size.
I weigh about 30 lbs and I can be very, very shy. Sometimes I will cower when you touch me, but I really do love to be touched.
My last mom used to let me lay by her and she would scratch me and it felt so good. I am going to miss those days of being scratched, but not those days of small kids.
I am going for a once over at Dr. Larsen’s so she can see just how beautiful this Patti LaBelle is… After that, my next stop will be finding a new family that wants to sing “New Attitude” with me!
3/19/20 Update: Designer Bulldog… that’s what I am. I’m just a smaller version of a Bulldog. If you love Bulldogs, but don’t want a big one, check me out! I just got to my foster home yesterday and jumped right in the big dog bed and made myself at home. I’m easy going and I do love food!! If Foster Mom is in the kitchen, so am I. I’m learning how to take a treat gently. I know to go outside when nature calls, but if I’m in a big crate, I think it’s a Porta Potty too… oops! I’ll work on this until we talk again.
3/22/20 Update: I’m checking in from the “Saltine.” They say it’s more plain than the Ritz, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. There are plenty of fluffy beds and pillows, which are my favorite things in life!
While the wait staff doesn’t wear white ties or uniforms, they are still very attentive and feed us at the almost exact same time every day. It’s like clock work and my foster siblings say I will learn to tell time very soon. We eat beef and bison, sprinkled with goat milk to help my coat get into tip-top shape!
I have an intimate, smaller lobby (aka my crate), just like the Ritz, for a more personalized guest experience. This will help me learn my “house guest” manners and not to potty in the house at night.
The resident Bulldogs don’t understand my need for all the attention and why I growl when I have to share the love. But I quickly am learning that foster mom and dad can hand out all the love equally….and I do LOVE a good belly rub!
Until next time~ I’m off to make that older, momma-type Bulldog share the big comfy leather chair. By the way, I don’t care much for social distancing… it’s not really my thing!
3/30/20 Update: I’m on medication for my ear infections, drops for my eye infections and cream for my skin infection. Foster Mom said I sat like a champ for all of those things and deserved a treat. But I got so excited for the treat, I accidentally caught her finger. She’s FINE… a little dramatic if you ask me, but we’re all fine. Nothing a little Band-Aid didn’t fix.
Foster Mom said we are now on a “Charm School Program” to work on my manners! Whatever that involves. If it means more treats, I’m all for it, as long as I don’t have to balance books on my head! I only weigh #28 and a girl’s gotta eat! I’m timid, but I’m not shy. I will cower when you approach to pet me, but I also will walk up and take a toy/bone right out of your dog’s mouth, even if it starts a fight! However, I’m quick to make up and will want to lay right beside you to be best friends. I love my bed and crate, but Foster Mom is not a huge fan of waking up to me barking at 2:30-3:30 a.m.! “Are we doing this crate training thing or what?” I have only had two accidents overnight, so I’m getting the hang of this pretty quickly. I have not had an accident in the house… I know where the door is.
In other news, the Saltine got a magnetic screen on the back door for during the day while foster mom is trying to work from home. Foster Dad pulled out a tape measure and I nearly lost my mind over that, but I did help carry the other end of the lumber. I’m not really a fan of either of these things. I caught TWO frogs in the backyard this week and learned what “drop it” means! I got high praises for that because the two resident Bulldogs don’t even know what that means. Foster Dad calls me the “Great White Hunter,” as there is a green lizard outside that has caught my eye! Honestly, I’m more like a fisherwoman, I catch and release!
Next up….SPA DAY! I already love the brush. Maybe Foster Mom will let me hire a cute lifeguard!