Vern

Age: 7 Yrs. Old

Gender: Male

Adoption Fee: $400

Special Needs: no

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

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Vern

Bulldog friends it’s me Vern, and today is the best day of my life. Earlier in the week I was picked up by animal control, and it was so hot that day. Seriously I could barely breathe. I had no idea why I was out and about. All I knew is that I could barely walk on the hot pavement. 

I call myself a senior bulldog and I have a limp when I walk.  The vet at the shelter called it arthritis, I just call it old age. My nose is running, and the shelter vet says I have a UTI. All I know is I just feel bad. 

But guess what made me feel better? A bath! Yep, I had a bath today. There were suds everywhere and it felt so great I just laid down. All I know is warm water was running all over me. You should have seen the dirt that was washed away. I sat stoic, I never wanted the bath to end. I really felt like it was a dream and I might wake up.

I wandered around Hollywood Feed because I never knew there was such a cool place. I was like a Star. Everyone wanted to pet me. It was exhausting. I stayed away from other dogs in case what I have is contagious. My new rescue friend diagnosed it as kennel cough. Could be. I was in a kennel, and I am coughing.  

Shout out to rescue that came for me. Old lives matter and I am proof of that. My name is Vern and I am a senior bulldog.

8/8/22 Update:  Remember me? I was that other senior stray found wandering around town in 100 degree temperatures. 

That excursion nearly cost me my life and landed me smack dab in the middle of an animal shelter. It was scary there, but thank God, I didn’t stay there long. 

Some nice people realized I really didn’t belong there and I found my way to rescue and Dr. Larsen’s lap. 

She checked me out in places that haven’t been checked in years, both ends matter a fact. 

She pulled a bunch of my rotten teeth and then some, if you know what I’m talking about. After 10 years, I was neutered and you know what? That’s OK. I don’t need them anyway! 

I’m ready to retire. I need a nice couch where I can relax, have some good meals and maybe the company of a lady or two. 

This weekend, I made it from the vet clinic to Grandma’s couch for meatloaf and mashed potatoes! It tasted divine and Grandma was the sweetest lady ever. I think she’s already in love with me. 

I’d say my weekend was fabulous and my new life in my foster home is off to an awesome start! Stay tuned for more updates from the couch.