Age: 9 Months

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $700 (Plus Tax)

Special Needs: no

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

Adopt a Bulldog


Sullivan here, and there and everywhere!  After all, I am 9 months old and my dream was to be a ladies man.  

Plain and simple. I love the ladies.  All sizes, all ages, if I see a lady I am her man. But, there are a few problems with being a ladies man. Not all women want a man, and some women already have a man. More than once I found myself in big trouble with my advances. On the farm where I lived there were some bulldogs bigger than me and they seemed to have staked their claim to the farm. All I really wanted to do was be a “helper.” Turns out no one wanted me to help.  

I weight 73lbs and more than once I have heard “Sullivan you need a course in manners training.” You should be able to walk on a leash, sit for a treat and understand “No” means “No.”  

But let me tell you my mom Loved me!  I have always been her baby.  I came from the hospital in the front seat of her car and she treated me like a king. Some may think she made me rotten, but she just called it a good spoiling.  A couple weeks ago we had a heart to heart talk. My mom knew I needed a family and the life on the farm was just not for me. With a hundred tears we said our good-byes and I left the farm life behind. 

Soon Dr. Larsen will help me loose that “loving feeling” for the ladies and I will be looking for a couch and a TV, a family that has lot’s of time for me, and someone that knows about manners and can help me.  

I am 73lbs of pure bulldog, my name is Sullivan and some women really did love me!

9/13/21 Update:  Howdy beautiful people and bully’s!

Sullivan here to share my journey. I have been with my fosters for almost a week. It’s been a slow transition, Ive had some anxiety and had a few accidents in the house,  but I’m confident I will get the hang of asking to be let out to do my business. This week I have learned to high five for treats and I’m practicing walking in a straight line. Slow and steady!  Foster mom had to invest in a tactical vest for me because I’m 73 pounds muscle. More to come…