Yes, I’m named after that 70s/80s band. The one with the hits, “Keep On Loving You” and “Can’t Fight This Feeling,” among others.
I am a 1 year old, 46 pound, soon-to-be-a-hunk of a Bulldog. I just need to put a little more meat and muscle on me. I am sort of like that gangly teenager who is still a little awkward, but I’ll get over that.
I am a little shy around people and other dogs. It takes me a while to warm up to them, but they say that will get better with time and experience.
I am at the vet clinic to get all checked out by the staff. They said I needed some kind of surgery, but I cannot imagine what a virile hunk like me would need done? I guess we’ll see.
In the meantime, keep checking me out and following me through rescue. You know you want me. You can’t fight the feeling!
7/9/20 Update: I’ve been in my foster home a week and experiencing so many new things.
I love attention. Where has this been all of my life? Oh yeah, my first year of life doesn’t count. Now that I’m in rescue, I’m FREE… free to experience life.
Foster Mom tells me I’m a good boy. I’m working on my manners. I can sit
, I’m doing really well with going outside ~ I’m even using the bell (thanks to the resident Bulldog for showing me the ropes)
~ and I’m working on “stay” and “off.” I want to show you that I AM a good boy, and can’t get enough of these delicious little bites that I get when I follow directions.
The tiny human and I became quick friends. Maybe it’s because she’s closer to the ground like me, or maybe it’s her lap in which she gives me to sit. I LOVE car rides! I’m still skeptical with getting in the car, but once I’m in, I love to explore the world by looking out the window. Foster Mom even rolls down the window, so I can feel the breeze run through my fur.
I learned that dishwashers are not for Bulldogs. I was just trying to be a good helper for Foster Mom because she takes such good care of me. I get more and more comfortable every day and my personality is breaking through more and more. Foster Mom says that she’s seeing more of my playful side. I’m like, duh, I’m 1 and get to be who I should be now!
Keep watching my journey, as I become the best version of me and watch me grow. If you can keep up with me, that is… of course!
7/14/20 Update: I’ve been in my foster home for two weeks and the new experiences just continue for me.
I learned that it’s HOT and when it is, these humans like to get wet.
Well… first, I learned that I’m not allowed to use the pool as my personal water bowl.
Second, I learned that I like the water, but it doesn’t like me, according to Foster Mom. She makes me wear this contraption thing called a life vest. She said it will protect me. Little does she know that when I have it on, I’m the lifeguard on duty!
After a long day on the job, you’ll find me making myself at home on the towels because “I can’t fight this feeling” of a nap. Stay tuned for more of my new experiences in this crazy little thing we call life.