The man who picked me up said it was a story he had heard many times. I belonged to a man for a long time. He decided to move and couldn’t take me. He gave me to a friend, but the friend quickly decided he knew nothing about raising a Bulldog so he called rescue.
Now with the back story out of the way, let me tell you about myself. I am 4 years old and I’m relatively small ~ I only weigh 48 pounds. One eye has a little gunk that builds up in it. I have a few bumps on my skin. I have cysts on my front feet. My canine teeth are worn down, almost to the gums. It looks like I may have spent a lot of time in a crate! Dr. Larsen could only find one testicle, so she said we would go hunting in a few days. Hunting sounds like fun!
Everybody tells me I am very cute and well-behaved. I get along well with other dogs. My plan now is to just hang out at the vet clinic and get everything fixed up. After the hunting trip, I can go to a foster family and get ready to be adopted into my perfect forever home. Do you think I could be a match for your family?
10/12/20 Update: For those of you who are new, Foster Mom says it just means it’s more plain than the Ritz.
I’m back from my hunting trip and let me just say, “That was NOT in the brochure!” (or I must have missed the fine print). I didn’t care much for the hunting trip, so I have decided “hiking” is the sport for me! It’s fun and I like to hike everywhere I go. Foster Mom, however, is NOT a fan of “hiking!” She tells me she’s more of a football fan and maybe sports aren’t my thing?!
She’s also a huge fan of this place called the Amazon and now Foster Mom makes me wear this thing called a belly band while I’m in the house. Foster Dad likes to call it a “kilt!” He says it sounds more manly because belly band makes me sound like a baby and I’m not a baby. I’m a big boy!
I have lots of work to do while I’m here… like sit, come, walking on a leash, not hiking indoors, personal space….you know, the basics! Good thing is I’m cute and sweet as can be. I’ve already learned if I ring the bells on the backdoor, Foster Mom takes this silly “kilt” off and we go outside. So I have good looks AND smarts! I’ll check in soon to let you know my progress.