Age: 7 Yrs. Old

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $400.00

Special Needs: no

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

Adopt a Bulldog


At the age of 7,  Zeus was loaded up and taken to the shelter, at what seems to be no fault of his own. I wish that Zeus could talk. I wish I could understand what he may have done wrong. Why, during his retirement years, was he not wanted any longer? Zeus is beautiful, loves other dogs and just seems to mind his own business. The staff at the shelter where he was surrendered have been working on his ear infection and medicating his dry eyes, but as we all know, a shelter is not the best place for a Bulldog. The kennel cough seems to have made his nose run, so I know the hacking cough is not far behind. Zeus looks at me like, “Whatever did I do so wrong that they stopped loving me and didn’t want me any longer? Because if you tell me, I will change.” Seven years of paperwork came with Zeus. All the paperwork shows he was well taken care of, had frequent trips to the vet for Bulldog stuff, and it appears that he’s always been just a good, happy Bulldog.

4/17/17 Update:  The mighty Zeus is here! I have settled into my foster home. I have three other foster Bulldogs to play with and a little Scottie. The little Scottie seems to be in charge, as she is always herding us when we have to go in or outside for our biz. I have been teaching the others the proper way to “kick” anytime you finish your biz and foster sister Nola needs to practice! Foster mom also says I am a beefy boy. She calls me ZuZu, too. Hope everyone has a great Easter!

7/11/17 Update:  Zeus here – checking in after a brief absence…let me update you on all my happenings.  Well…I got a new, larger sleeping den, which I just love.  I can fluff my pillows, stretch my legs and turn circles in it, and my butt never touches the sides!  I even have my own private fan!  Foster mom lets me “sleep in” too, well at least until my breakfast is delivered!  Life is good!

I have been hanging out with my foster family bullies – Nola & Brock and Little Scottie (she thinks she is a bullie) and we get along just fine.  Brock and I have an agreement,  he stays off of the bed on the floor and I stay off the couches (don’t tell him I can’t jump up on them).  I still have my “spa eye treatments”, at least that is what Foster Mom calls them,  I love the warm towels on my eyes.  Foster Mom cleans my eyes and then puts this gooey stuff in them,  which makes them feel so much better,  and I get lots of kisses for being a good boy.  Foster mom calls me her “Big Beefy Boy” and sometimes “Zuzu” and she laughs when I “fall over” so she can rub my belly.  I know my forever family is out there and I will wait patiently until they find me.  I know they will just love a Beefy bully! Until next time…Zeus (aka Zuzu, Beefy, Beefer)