Jedediah Jefferson

Age: 8 Yrs. Old

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $400.00 (Plus Sales Tax)

Special Needs: no

  • Tolerant of children
  • Tolerant of dogs
  • Tolerant of cats

Adopt a Bulldog

Jedediah Jefferson

Homeless. That’s a word I never thought would describe me, but I was wrong.
For years, I had the same family and then one day, a trip to town ended with me getting dumped at the shelter. I was left wondering, “What in the world just happened to me?”
It was the strangest thing and my surrender card just said I “didn’t fit in any longer.” I don’t know what didn’t fit. I was the same Bulldog that had lived in their home for years.
Let me just say: the ladies at the shelter LOVED me. I became the shelter’s “people greeter.” We had coffee in the morning and mid-day snacks. I had a big bed and blankets. But what I didn’t have was a family of my own and at night, everyone went home.
Finally, the staff and I had a heart-to-heart talk. We all agreed I needed to join rescue and have some medical problems addressed. I have two cherry eyes and I limp. It’s not a bad limp, but some medication sure would be nice so it won’t be as painful getting up and down.
I am a senior Bulldog and I get along with everyone. Small dogs, big dogs… I love all dogs. My name is Jedediah Jefferson, but all my friends just call me JJ.
1/27/21 Update:  Jedediah tested positive for heart worms and erhlichia and will undergo treatment.
2/4/21 Update:  Greetings, my fine friends, both furry and otherwise. This was quite an exciting week for a refined gentleman such as me.
I made the trip to my new foster home last Friday, and I now find myself in an estate full of Bulldogs. They look somewhat similar to me, but they’re all quite small when compared to my chiseled, statuesque physique.
The young ones participate in an activity known as “zoomies” on a regular basis. It seems a little immature to me, but they’re all very nice and give me plenty of space when it’s time for my nap.
Ahh, naps. Truly my favorite pastime. There’s nothing I enjoy more than relaxing on the cool mahogany floor with a fine cigar (Milk-Bone). I made sure in my first few days to claim all of the best nap spots in the house using my signature Bulldog essence. My foster mother and father quickly reminded me that such an activity is not necessary, and that I’m welcome to snooze away wherever I please.
All in all, I’m settling into my new foster digs quite nicely. I’ve taken quite a shine to foster mom and dad’s roommate, and I wait patiently by the door for him after he leaves for work in the morning.
I truly am just a sweet, old man, and I’m happy to be surrounded by love and pets from my foster
parents and foster siblings, Caboose, Otis and Pumpkin. I’m getting a little sleepy now, but I promise I’ll write again very soon.
2/11/21 Update:  Greetings, ladies and gents. JJ here with another update on how I’m settling in here at what they affectionately call “Casa Bulldog.”
Now, depending on what you consider “making your bed,” I’m either quite bad at it, or the worst in the world. Whenever my foster mom makes up a soft place for me to sleep, I like to spend about an hour clanking around, twisting everything into a giant pile of sheets and blankets to get everything just right. My foster parents call it “a mess,” but I say it’s just perfect! You don’t get to my age without learning to make a proper nest, after all.
In other news, I’m getting along with everyone just wonderfully. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone, two- or four-legged, who I don’t consider a friend, and around here, I’m quickly gaining a reputation as the sweetest old man ever. I don’t think you could meet me and think otherwise.
Anyway, I’m off to my nap. I’ve got some blankets to arrange!
2/24/21 Update:  Greetings, my fine furry and not-so-furry friends!


So, I have question. Who turned the air conditioner up full-blast outside? Seriously, this cold makes my old bones a little creaky, and I’m not the biggest fan of this snow and ice. At first the young whippersnappers I live with were excited to zoom around in the snow, but at this point I’m pretty sure even they are ready for a heated bathroom again.

On the bright side, it’s warm and cozy inside the house. I also discovered that I have a king-sized bed all to myself! At least I think it’s all for me. I’m not sure why these humans and all of these other bulldogs are always on it. I mean, if I wasn’t supposed to sleep up there then why are there steps? I’ve been around a good while, and I know what steps are for! I need my naps after all.

Despite the freezer outside I’m getting along just fine at my new digs. Everyone is nice, I get lots of pets, and I’m happy to go anywhere and do just about anything so long as there’s a cookie involved. I hear my foster parents talking about treating me for heart worms, and those don’t sound good at all. It’s too cold to even go fishing, so who needs worms? A cookie sounds much better. Speaking of which, I think I hear the jar opening right now. Gotta go!