I really loved my family, who I lived with since I was a little puppy. There was Dad, Mom and two teenage kids. We got along great.
Then, there was this giant male Bulldog. We were best buds in the beginning. We played, ate, slept and walked together. But after some time, things changed.
I am not really sure why, but I got to the point where I could not stand to be around him. I liked other dogs I would meet on a walk, but there was just something about him. My family talked to the breeder and even brought in a trainer to meet me. Nothing helped. So today, with tears all around, I joined rescue.
I am in great health and love long walks through the neighborhood. I love laps and laying on the couch. I am polite and can follow a few basic commands. I think I like most dogs I have met. There is just that one big one. But I am ready to move on to a new life and new possibilities.
P.S. Can I enter the Tongue Out Tuesday contest? I think I should win.