Age: 9 Yrs. Old
Adoption Fee: $400.00 (Plus Sales Tax)
Special Needs: no
My name is Bella, but you can call me Queen Bella. I really like that better because my owner always treated me like a queen. He would give me special treats and the softest beds. He really did treat me like royalty.
But then he died. His granddaughter and her family took me in for a while. They have Great Danes, and for some reason, they kept looking at me like I was a treat. I was afraid they were going to play a game of football and I would be the football.
So, I packed my bags and my 39 pound, 9 year old body into the car and the granddaughter took me to rescue where I would be safe from the giants and I could be around dogs more my size.
I have a perfect underbite, as you can see from my photoshoot. I have one eye that doesn’t see very well, but it has been that way for a long time and I am used to it. I have always loved everybody and everything—unless they want to make me play football.
I am at the vet clinic for my hugs, checkup and spa treatment and then will be off to my foster family. I can’t wait to have a new home. I know there is a wonderful family out there that would be the perfect match for a cute, older gal like me.
2/9/20 Update: Queen Bella is in the palace and royalty has arrived at the vet clinic. I am 9 years old and all LADY! My dad, the gentleman with whom I lived my entire life, passed away recently and I had to go live with relatives. Their fur babies didn’t like me, so I had to spend more time in the backyard.
Then one day, they told me a lady from rescue was looking for a lady JUST LIKE ME! I said I’m ready to go and away I went to this wonderful place. I miss my dad, but I know he’s looking down and glad I’m now here being cared for and loved.
My dad taught me all my manners: to potty outside, be nice and like other dogs, don’t be noisy, eat all my food and always act like a LADY!
I’m quiet and love my bed, but I venture out when people come to call on me (that’s the way ladies talk). I was always the center of my dad’s attention, so I hope my new family will do the same.
That’s why I loved picture day so much. They dressed me up like the queen I truly am. I got to sit on the throne and look beautiful. I did everything just right, and I did not pee pee on the throne like those younger Bulldogs did. If you ask me, I could teach those young ones some MANNERS!
I had a glorious day being my wonderful, sweet self. I also got to lay in my bed and watch all the other Bulldogs get their pictures taken. I do believe I was the best of all of them!
My dad took good care of me, so I’m a healthy girl. It wasn’t his choice to go and it wasn’t my choice to lose him. I know he will always be with me, but I need a new family to love and to love me. Dad would like that. He would want me to be happy.
I’m ready for my foster family ~ to be back in a cozy home with people to talk to me and tuck me in at night. I’ll be waiting for the family who’s just right for me. I’m a lucky lady. My dad chose me to be his girl and now another family will chose me to be their girl. I must be very special for two families to want to love me in my lifetime! That just makes me feel like a real QUEEN!