Friends, what was I thinking? It sure didn’t take me long to realize walking around when the temperature was in high 90s could only end in disaster for me.
Even though I am in great shape, a Bulldog stays inside the house when it gets hot, or gets cold, or when it rains, or when the weather is nice. Let’s face it… Bulldogs stay inside year-round!
I must have gotten turned around. I was lost and not one thing looked familiar. I am so glad someone contacted animal control before I just fell over in the heat.
Once I got to the shelter and stayed there for several days, I wondered why my family didn’t come for me. I kept thinking every time the door opened, “Was that my family?”
Finally, my new shelter friends told me my stay was over and I was free to go. And they had already found me a special place. I was glad because I didn’t want to go wandering around in the heat again. The rescue wagon rolled up, I hopped in and the rest is history.
Pretty soon, I’ll be looking for a new family and this time, I promise I won’t go on a walk again…. unless I’m with my family, of course.
