Well, a big ol’ Texas-sized howdy to all you beautiful Bulldog lovers out there! Boss here and boy, do I have a pupdate for you. It’s been a while, so first a little recap. 

It was close to September of 2021 when I first had the pleasure of meeting you wonderful people after leaving the only home I had known with my brother. I knew he would be OK because people seemed to fall in love with him right away, but I have always been a little more guarded with my heart. 

Some people might have said I was even “mean” at times. Maybe I was, but you know, all I knew how to do at the time was to protect myself. Nobody else ever had, so I just had to learn how. Anyways, I guess my manners weren’t acceptable, so I got put on some pretty strict training plans. 

You might remember when I went to stay with a crazy family who said they were not scared of me. WHAT? HAHA… “I’ll show them,” I thought. But guess what? They weren’t scared. Not even a little! Foster Mom even said she loved me and that I could never do anything that would change that. To be honest, I didn’t know how to feel. No one had ever said that to me. 

Since that time, my life has continued to change. I learn more and more every day and when I look back, I can’t even remember what life was like before rescue found me. 

I’ve been working really hard to get better because all I want is one of these loving furever homes I keep hearing so much about. It’s so hard though because for so many years, my old family thought my grumpiness was cute and kind of encouraged it. Now that’s how I think I should react to surprises. I’m working hard on it, but every time, I react before thinking about it. I get so sad afterward, but what am I supposed to do? 

This past Christmas, Foster Mom and Foster Dad sat me down to talk to me. They told me what a good boy I was and how much they loved me. They talked about everything that had happened to me and how sometimes, even when it’s not your fault, life just isn’t fair. 

To be honest, I was more than a little worried by what they were saying. Would I have to go somewhere else? Did I do something wrong? Was I never going to be able to get one of those furever families?

Foster Mom put her hands around my face and looked into my eyes and told me, “You are home.” She said never again would I have to worry about what will happen to me and never would I worry about not being loved. 

I had found that perfect furever home for me! It just took those crazy people longer to understand that than it did me. Foster Mom kissed me and Foster Dad got on the floor and played with me. I closed my eyes and said a quick “thank you” to everyone out there who still cares for lost causes like me. Everyone out there is Bulldogland really makes a difference in lives! 

I love my family and they can’t stop loving on me. I can’t imagine being anywhere else and I even heard Foster Mom tell Fost….wait……I even heard Mom tell Dad that she couldn’t imagine me being anywhere else! Can you believe that? Someone actually says they love me that much! I must be in doggy heaven.

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers for me. Miracles do happen, so don’t ever lose faith. Never forget, “No Bulldog Left Behind!”

Happy Birthday to me! Today is my 7th birthday. Hard to believe I joined rescue on my birthday, but I was ready to go.

You may have seen my brother, Bacon, who also was surrendered. He got the brains, but I got the looks. I am a big fella and he is small. Like him, I also have a cherry eye and it doesn’t feel or look too good.

My family went in different directions and neither family member had enough time for me. It was sad that I had to be surrendered, but my family knew I needed my eye fixed, and I needed a lot more time and attention. So, joining rescue was exactly what I had in mind.

Dr. Larsen will want to hold me, and I am going to let her. I have an ear infection because I keep scratching it and shaking my head. I got some coconut oil on my nose today; however, when I heard coconut, I was thinking cake. What a letdown when I learned it was just oil for my nose. I mean, today is my birthday. Shouldn’t it have been cake? I’ll be back at a later date so you can see the new me!

10/12/21 Update:  First off, I need ya’ll to know I’m doing OK. As I got to know Foster Mom Dianne more and more, she noticed I had some…. peculiarities. 

Of course, I am an amazing, beautiful, little loving bundle of….well…..large loving bundle of Bulldog, but as I got more comfortable, I started telling her that I didn’t want to move where she wanted me to go until I was ready to. 

Because I tend to communicate with my growls, that’s what I did. I think I learned that from my former family. 

Imagine my surprise when she told me that was wrong. She explained to me that forever families wouldn’t want a puppers, even one as beautiful as me, who scared them, even if it is just a big show. I would never hurt a fly, after all. 

That’s when she told me about this crazy guy who thought he could help. 

I packed up my stuff, sent in my change of foster home address card, and to a new adventure I went. 

My new foster pad is pretty cool. I even have a fur sister to keep me company. She’s 6 months old and is running me around like crazy, but hey, we all have a couple pounds to lose right?

Immediately, I knew Foster Mom Dianne was right. This guy is crazy!  When he moved me and I didn’t want to go, HE WASN’T SCARED OF MEI mean, I’m loving and all, but I thought I could be kind of intimidating. 

He said I was his new project now and with love, patience, and understanding, I could learn the right way to act so nobody would EVER be scared of me again. He keeps saying “No Bulldogs Left Behind.” I think I like him. 

Well, that’s all for now. We have a full day of training (and more than a few naps) on the schedule for today. Have a great weekend and HUG A BULLDOG!

P.S. I made the crazy guy sleep on the floor with me the first couple nights. This new crate thing was kind of scary. Don’t say anything, but I think I can get him to do almost anything. 

10/21/21 Update:  I am loving my new foster digs, although my fur sister can be a bit…..much….at times. 

It’s been a tough week for me, and It didn’t turn out quite like I was planning. 

I have been waiting to get my cherry eye fixed and Tuesday was the day. 

Foster Dad and I got to the vet’s office early and we were ready to go, but when Doc was getting started, she noticed a BIG bump in my mouth. She looked around for a bit and discovered I had a HUGE infection that was covering up almost four teeth! She even told me that if we hadn’t caught it when we did, it could have caused major problems with my palate. 

Thankfully, she is the BEST Doc in the world and she took care of me! I had to say goodbye to three teeth (but they were little ones anyway, so buh-bye) and now my breath is SO MUCH BETTER! I had this problem for so long, I guess I had just gotten used to it, but now, I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD I FEEL!

That’s all for now, folks!  I’m gonna settle in crazy guy’s lap and snack on some yogurt. Like always, “No Bulldogs left behind.” Have a great week!

12/3/21 Update:  Boss here, checking in from Chateaux de la Homme Fou. That’s “house of the crazy man” to those non-French speakers out there. 

Sorry for my long time away, but I’ve been working hard here on the manor. My foster mom and dad have been teaching me some new manners… haha! Look at me, manners on the manor! Guess I’m learning some new jokes too! 

My foster parents are real patient with me and I’m thankful for that. I don’t think I learned proper behavior when I was younger. 

To be honest, I’m pretty scared most of the time and when people touch me, it kind of freaks me out… until I see them and realize they want to pet me. I think I associate human hands with hitting, so I react out of habit. Foster mom and dad are real understanding and tell me it’s OK. We just have to work on it. 

Anyways, last week was AWESOME! Foster Dad made this HUGE meal for the humans (and me, but don’t tell anybody). He said it was for something called Thanksgiving and boy, was I thankful for that! I had some turkey, green beans and some pumpkin, for good measure. I’m sharing some pictures of the EPIC nap I took after dinner!  

Foster Mom and Dad said Thanksgiving is a day to be thankful so I want to tell you some things I am thankful for: turkey and green beans, for sure, but I’m also thankful for Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue and for Dr. Larsen. I’m thankful for squishy toys and for friends that teach me how to play. But most of all, I’m thankful for all of you with big hearts who are willing to help me and those puppers like me so we can have a better life. Without you, me and my pupper friends might not be here at all. Thank you folks and remember, “No Bulldog Left Behind!”