8/14/25 AWESOME ADOPTION ALERT! From foster momma Dianne: And just like that… I lost a piece of my heart.
After about five months of being my constant companion, Deuce Dudley left for his new home. When he first came to me, he was just 9 months old and weighed a heartbreaking 27 pounds. He’d been taken to the shelter to be put down. He was full of worms, eyes wide with fear and a spirit clearly worn from a life of neglect.
He was a challenge, no doubt. Always hungry, always searching. He didn’t have that internal “off switch” that says you’ve had enough. I had to feed him in a crate so he wouldn’t inhale everyone else’s food too. And if he overate? Diarrhea. Every time. But slowly, together, we figured it out — how much he could eat, how often and what worked best. He gained weight, strength and confidence. Part of me thought he’d never leave.
Even at the end, he’d still snatch food right from your hand if you weren’t watching, especially if you were walking and eating at the same time! He would’ve been a menace around kids who drop snacks. 
Then one day, I heard one of our approved applicants was interested. I read the application and immediately thought, “Nope. Not a fit.” I had already convinced myself: no one could care for Deuce Dudley like I could. He belonged with me.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Not only did I come to like William and Demetrius… I came to love them. Their hearts are pure. Their compassion for animals is deep. Their love knows no bounds. We connected instantly — not just over Deuce, but as people. I learned about their lives, their families, their goals and the values that make them who they are. We’ve become dear friends.
When Deuce Dudley moved in with them, he didn’t look back. Didn’t whimper, didn’t hesitate. He acted like he’d been there all along… because he knew. He hit the Bulldog lottery. And I knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.
He now weighs a healthy 55 pounds. He doesn’t run to the kitchen the second he hears food hit the bowl. He knows he’ll always have a full belly and a full heart.
He’s an incredible dog and now he has an incredible family to match. Deuce Dudley is living the good life in the M Streets of Dallas. Keep an eye out — you’ll probably spot him on the walking paths when the weather is nice, strutting his stuff like the king he is.
As for me, William and Demetrius? We’ll stay in touch. We’ll meet up from time to time, talk about life, Bulldogs and how sometimes… the universe gets it exactly right.
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INTRODUCTION: Deuce ended up at a local shelter and he was so confused. After all, he had a family who gave him his name, but he was surrendered with the words no dog wants to ever hear. Surrendered and euthanasia requested.
What? What was that all about? His life ran thru his mind. He was just a big baby. Just a year old. He could not think of any crimes he had committed.
Deuce was so thankful that the shelter did not honor the family’s request and reached out to rescue. Deuce waited until Sweet Potato was ready to go and he jumped in the rescue wagon and left with her.
Deuce is really small at only 30 lbs. He needs to gain some weight. Better days ahead Deuce, and rescue will always love you.
7/21/25 UPDATE: Deuce Dudley needs a family! He writes: Bulldog lovers, it’s been a long time coming—but I’m finally ready to share my update!
I’ve gotten along great with every Bulldog that’s come into my foster home—zero issues.
I eat in my crate because, well… I really love food. Like, really really. If I’m not crated, I’ll eat my food and everyone else’s. It’s something I still struggle with, probably because I know what it feels like to be hungry.
Just a heads-up: if you walk through the room swinging a sandwich, I will try to make it mine. Same goes for snacks in small hands.
