Don’t let my size of 91 lbs. scare you. I am just a gentle giant.
It was a super sad day for my mom when she surrendered me to rescue. She had to because she was moving in with her mom and her mom has tiny dogs that bite my ankles. Yep, that breed is known as “ankle biters.”
My mom cried big tears, but there was no way I could live with those little things. And due to some life changes, my mom’s only choice was moving home for some help.
I tried to get amorous with the lady who drove the rescue wagon, but that didn’t go so well. I felt that loving feeling. But her? Not so much. She pointed her finger at me and said, “No” and I sat down and lifted my paw to shake her hand, but she was not having that. After a few minutes of listening to her about “rules,” I just lied down and thought to myself, “Wow, those are a lot of rules!
But with me being a big fella, rules are good because if I jump up, someone is going to fall down.
I walk great on a leash. I know the restroom is outside and I am great around dogs that like big dogs. My eyes are a mess, so Dr. Larsen is addressing that with some eye drops. I have some hair loss on both sides, which is called flank alopecia, and it’s just cosmetic. All and all, I am just about perfection.
Soon, I will be looking for a fabulous family who likes big Bulldogs (and I cannot lie)!
5/4/21 Update: I took foster boy Buddha home with me for the weekend and he has done fantastic! Great dog at 87 pounds. So far, we have passed the vacuum cleaner test, 9-year-old child hugs and getting him to sit, other dog test and the car ride. He took some correction for jumping/humping. He sits and shakes on command, and does’t mind hanging out on the couch. We will be coming to the Patio Paw-ty on Sunday.