So, I joined rescue this week. Bet you thought I was going to say I joined Weight Watchers, but you can keep your jokes to yourself.
On Sunday, I hopped on the Bulldog wagon train with a couple friends and off we headed. Our first stop was the vet’s office, so I could tell Dr. Larsen all about me and the fact I sure have a hard time breathing.
I got so excited on Sunday when the time came to hop aboard the rescue wagon, I could hardly catch my breath. I was huffing and puffing, and my tongue was turning blue. Good thing for me the conductor of the train knew all about Bulldogs and was able to calm me down and cool me off. If not for her, I’m sure I wouldn’t be here to tell my story. I must admit it was scary.
Other than being a little fluffy (70 lbs), I have an elongated soft palate and I am going to talk to Dr. Lay about his surgery for that. The rescue lady told me that once my palate is fixed, I’ll be able to breathe without gasping for air. I am all for that because bikini season is right around the corner, and I have already thought about which one will look best on me. So ready people for the new me!