Today, I checked out of rescue and into my forever home. And I must say, I hit the Bulldog lottery!
I now have a new mom, dad and two young ladies, Abby and Gabby, who adore me. When I was looking through the applications, I had some very specific needs, and this family met every one of them. They understand that I love to eat and that treats are a must. I love to ride in the car and going to the pet store once a week for new toys is a must. I don’t always play with toys, but I can give anything that squeaks a real work out. My fur looks fabulous and they understand that Sundays are my “Spa Day” and that I often wear a touch of color on my toe nails.
My new family took lots of notes to make sure they got it right. I am confident they did.
So, today, my new life starts in another town. I’m wearing a new harness and leash, which makes me look so fancy.
See ya later, rescue family and friends! I am headed to the pet store for some brand new things.
Let’s just say there was a little problem in the yard earlier in the week. As in MY backyard.
For some reason, I had to share a yard with chickens. My family called the chickens “free-range.” Free-range meaning they could roam all over. That was fine with me. The chickens roosted on me, walked around pecking on my fur and ate bugs close to me.
It was all good. Until……. one of them opened up their feathers, started flapping them in a crazy fashion and started clucking!
I snapped. I did. I snapped that chicken up and the rest in history.
That chicken met its maker that day and even though she became soup, the family decided I needed a chicken-free family. It was hard for me to understand. I mean, the chicken didn’t even have a name. However, I lived in a chicken-loving home, so they decided I had to go.
That’s OK though. I’m told I’m in the best place possible and that my next family will be the one that loves me forever.
9/20/20 Update: I’m checking in from the pumpkin patch. Funny thing, though… The pumpkins aren’t here yet. I guess I’ll just go for a roll in the hay. Why are you laughing?
Anyway, life is good for me. I am continuing to learn some rules about the appropriate place to potty. I am a really smart Bulldog, so I’m learning fast. Sometimes, people forget that it takes time for us Bulldogs to learn new things. Like those inside/outside rules. And the don’t-jump-up-and-knock-the-little-kids-over rules. And sharing-is-caring rules.
I know my forever family is out there. Until then, I’ll just keep on loving my foster family. They say I am a great little lady and I could stay with them… but I want my own perfect family who will love me forever, a family who is willing to adopt a semi-perfect me.
Lone Star Bulldog Club and Bulldog Rescue are in compliance with and support the Texas Health and Safety Code chapter 828 .002; which states EVERY dog rescued under our umbrella, either from a shelter, Rescue Society or private sources, will be spayed or neutered. Bulldogs are typically affectionate and friendly, and the Network will not knowingly place a dog with an unsound temperament. However, no one can predict how any dog will react in a given situation without complete knowledge of its life experiences before its rescue. Therefore, adopters are strongly urged to exercise prudence and caution in introducing an adopted Bulldog into a new situation until the dog has become fully adjusted to its new environment and the adopter has had an opportunity to become familiar with the dog’s unique personality. Lone Star Bulldog Club and Bulldog Rescue Network make no claims, representations, or warranties regarding the temperament, behavior, or future health of any rescued Bulldog.
