Brandi packed her bags and wanted to live in the city of The Alamo. She was in great spirits and woke up early for her adoption ride She is going to have plenty of time getting spoiled being an only child. Her new mom was overjoyed with her personality! She quickly taught her mom that toys don’t last too long when she is excited. Her quirky side came out and had everyone laughing. She showed her new mom she knows her hand commands. During the ride, she also had to sit her bottom on a seat, like a human 😂This was just the right fit for Brandi and her new mom!

Hello all it’s me, Brandi joining rescue. Sorry about the graphic picks of the “other end,” but it’s the part that hurts the worse.  If anyone can tell me why my life ended up this way I sure wish they would speak up.  My skin feels like I was set on fire. I have a hernia that I did not show you because it’s really bad and not everything needs to be shown.  I have waited for along time for rescue to find me, rescue me and get me some help. Finally on Monday you found me and you rescued me.  Let the healing begin.  Love, Brandi.

10/10/19 Update:  My brief online profile notes that my prognosis was pessimistic. I do not know why so many of my fellow Bulldogs suffer at the hands of callous people. As darkness gathered, a miracle dawned and rescue found me. The vet clinic treated my afflictions and pointed me toward a promising future. Dare I dream?

My dogtor and her team at the legendary doc shop helped me, and then I moved to my foster home to continue my rehabilitation and to learn how to love and trust again. My spirit soars as my soul paws the path to becoming the loving companion I was meant to be. I am quite the fetching Bulldog girl what with my trim summer bod, one blue and one brown eye, and come hither guiles.

A nice man (Dog Uber) and woman squired me to my new BBnB digs in their SUV. Wow, how rad – my own chauffeur and shotgun escort! I must be a special girl. And now, I am the guest of honor in a swank visitor apartment. It is a nifty efficiency with private dining area and a fresh, new comfy bed. I peed on it to claim as my own. I now know what “NO” means. My unit has a washer and dryer so I felt obliged.

Soon after arrival, the dining staff rolled out the hospitality cart with beverages and snacks. Did someone call ahead for room service? Bits of ham, nibbles of crab legs, and Cheez-its jumped onto my taste buds. Word is that this “Bulldog Happy Hour” (BHH) is a twice daily tradition here. The drinks featured mint/watermelon ice cubes in soda water and a banana and peanut butter yogurt yummy. A Texas girl could get used to this treatment.

I am the new pup at this pound, but I like the prospects. There are other Bulldogs here, all but one of whom is searching for her furever home. The exception is the resident queen, this camp’s canine commander. She is a “peace and love” tyrant. The pack introduction must go smooth and slow until I gain confidence and security.

We Bulldogs eat to live and live to eat. I have only dined here a few times, but I sense haute cuisine by smell and taste. In addition to BHH, we enjoy sumptuous meals. Our designer dog food is supplemented by an 1/8 cup of protein du jour. It is warmed in a pumpkin and broth finishing sauce spooned over the serving bowl, uhm-uhm good. I hear that the desserts include fresh baked goodies, fruit, cheese, even ice cream. Sounds good to my ears. Can’t wait to feel it on my tongue.

The other Bulldogs have run of the house privileges. That is my first goal. Given the newness, my behavior has been a bit boisterous when left alone. My anthem is “I’m little but I’m loud.” My peeps are working with me to quiet the cacophony.

My youth and vigor engender excitement so running off my energy is important. Foster dad has been confining the others and allowing me to sprint around the yard and romp and scamper inside. I like this special treatment. My potty behavior is a work in process. Because proper potty policy is required for house privileges, you can be certain I will hurdle that barrier in two shakes of a cinnamon tail.

I can be ready to move into your loving home post haste, presuming that you exceed my loving specifications. So what are you waiting for?

10/22/19 Update:  Dear Santa Paws,  This early letter aims to reach you before you get snowed in up there by an avalanche of letters.  Your reindeer radar may not have a blip on me.  I am Brandi, a LSBCR Bullie, 30 pounds of peppy puppy who needs a loving family to embrace my affectionate temperament.

My wish is not for me but for my future fur-ever family.  May I be their Christmas gift that eternally renews love, joy, and companionship?  Rescue has granted me a new life full of promise.  It is my obligation to reciprocate.

I have been a good girl, with no more inside potty or barking.  Maybe there was a dust up (or two) with a certain fur-sister but she is a toy hog.  She accuses me of being a toy hog  – the nerve!

My ideal home would have no fur competitors but children are ideal.  They can play and walk with me as I am blessed with high energy.  My peeps say that I want to be the best girl but that title is owned by the resident queen here so I am looking for a new realm.  Every girl wants to be a queen.  Can I be yours?

This holiday season, I am rehearsing with the LSBCR Canine Chorale.  Tremolos, vibratos, and arpeggios can be exhausting.  The image of Bullies barking ballads inspires me.

My new adoptive family can find me hanging out Chez Maison Ménard BBnB when I am not at Canine Chorale practice for our holiday performances.

2/8/20 Update:  It’s been way too long since my last update. For that, I’m blaming my foster dad. But now, I’ve adjusted to my new environment and I’m ready to give more regular updates.

A little about me: I have beautiful, different-colored eyes, silky fur, and a passion to play. I only chew on toys and oh, how I do love them!

You can call me anything you want, just don’t call me late for dinner. See, that is because I am deaf, but that doesn’t hamper me in the slightest. My nose is good and when foster pops starts to prep, I am by his feet.

I am crate trained to eat and I love my own space during yum yum time. I can make some weird noises, only because I can’t hear them myself. I find my foster parents just laughing and shaking their heads at me daily.

My favorite past time is chasing my invisible friend, Rocket. My foster pops named him. He said he must be quick because I run through the house when I see him. I think only I can see him because of my multi-colored eyes. I would love an active family with kids so they can play with me. Heck, I would even take a person who likes to be active so we can chase Rocket together.

Don’t get me wrong… I’m also a perfect lap pup, especially when you had a long day and just want to turn on Disney+ and chill. 😉 Please share my story and help me find a great family!