Scrunchie found her furever family: her mom and dad, Laura and Mike, and her fur brother, Kevin.

I was working odd hours the day my husband picked up Scrunchie to be our first foster girl. I didn’t see her until she was walking outside to go potty. I saw this round little body struggling to move and I thought to myself, “There’s no way I’ll get too attached.”

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I looked into Scrunchie’s eyes and I saw this sad, almost defeated heart of hers. She didn’t expect us to be kind to her, she didn’t really know what kindness was.

As a foster family, we worked with Scrunchie, sitting with her, petting her, reassuring her that she deserves love. Slowly, Scrunchie opened up her heart to us and we knew she was ready to find HER home.

Laura and Mike were following Scrunchie’s Facebook updates and first came to meet her at a Bulldog Bonanza. Laura could feel in her heart Scrunchie was a special girl. Unknowing they were waiting for her, we were a couple hours late to the Waggin’ In a Winter Wonderland event. Laura and Mike immediately came over to Scrunchie, gave her compliments and stood in the cold just to visit with her.

That visit must have stuck with Scrunchie. When we went to Laura and Mike’s home, this girl WALKED up the stairs, got a few marshmallows from her furever mom and found her spot to lay down.

Scrunchie found two wonderful people to love her, and she was ready to love them. Scrunchie is the little dog that could, and she found her happily ever after.

Please welcome Scrunchie and Lucy May to our rescue family. Scrunchie writes: I am the smaller, brown brindle one with the purple leash. (And, shhh…. I’ll say the “smarter” one!) That other one, with the half white face and tan leash, is my sister Lucy May. Lucy May is a little more outgoing than me. I am more reserved. She is 4 and I am 5, and we’ve always been together. She walks fast and I walk slow. We’ve always shared the same bed and most times, the same crate. Do we want to be adopted together? Of course we do. But can we go to separate homes? Sure, if needed.

Our family went through some changes. They went their separate ways and that left us looking for another family to call our own. We love everyone and everything. We have gone to the dog park many times and never caused any problems with anyone. We love small dogs, medium dogs and large dogs. Once, a jumbo dog ran over us, so we try to stay out of the area at the dog park with the jumbo dogs.

We both need vaccinations and Lucy May still needs to be spayed. We are already at Dr. Larsen’s office, thanks to Uber, so our lap sitting, fur brushing and beauty regimens are all underway. We are glad to be among Bulldog-loving people. If you have a spot for two Bulldogs, we hope you can be matched to us. We promise that you won’t be sorry you adopted us both. We are double the pleasure, double the fun.

8/17/19 Update:  This was my first week/weekend at my foster home and I’m settling in and learning their routine. I’ve learned to stand near the back door if I want to go potty, and I’m working on learning “inside” when it’s time to come back inside.

I loooovve sun bathing. I really love rolling around in the grass on my back. I get excited and grunt and bark, and oh, it just feels so good!

My foster parents have another dog, who seems nice. He’s trying to teach me how to “play.” I’m just not sure how to do it yet. I sure do like watching him run around.

My foster parents also have “Cat.” He tried stealing some food out of my kennel on the first night I was here… how rude! Mostly that just scared me. “Cat” seems to be giving me space, but I noticed “Cat” checking on me when he thinks my foster parents aren’t looking. That’s very sweet of him.

My foster parents are nice and pick me up to put me on the couch when I sit at their feet and look up real sweet at them. They have a bigger couch upstairs that I love, but I’m not ready for the stairs so they carry me up and down them, too. I’m getting used to being picked up, as long as they stay away from my sensitive tail area (due to it being removed). However, I’ve tried a couple times to get on the couch by myself, and I think I’ll keep trying because couch sitting is almost as nice as sunbathing.

8/26/19 Update:  Hey there, Scrunchie here, dishing about my 3rd week at my fosters. They FINALLY took me out for a ride in their wagon! Walking, now that’s for those “sport” dogs. Pick me up, put me in a wagon, and I’ll be a happy lady for as long as you can push me! #ridelikethewind

My fosters have been holding out on something else; it’s called a fridge. “Cat” showed me the fridge while foster mom was putting away groceries. All that food looked and smelled so good. I’m still on my diet, nothing but kibble and veggies, but a girl can dream. #loseweighttoeatcake

I’m still getting my feet soaked daily, but I’ve been able to move around the house more. I even found a beanbag chair and helped myself to getting in it!! Foster dad was so proud he brought the beanbag downstairs for me to sleep in that night!

That’s it for this week, hopefully this weather becomes more bulldog friendly soon, so I can be out and about in my wagon….psst I heard my fosters talking about taking ME to soccer games! #soccermomscrunchie

9/10/19 Update:   It’s Scrunchie, ready to tell y’all about my week. My fosters thought I needed a trip to the vet this week. I was really nervous all the way there, and tbh, I was nervous inside the vet too. Foster dad held me the whole time, and I didn’t mind a bit. I’m not too fond of those ladies who like to poke and prod at me. I was mostly good. You wouldn’t be too happy if someone removed a cyst from your eye lid. The doc said she was impressed with my weight loss, so I let her look at my paws. They’re still swollen, but better. I was relieved when foster dad carried me back into the truck for the ride home, I even got a peanut butter cookie!

Doc said I still need my foot soaks. Foster mom thinks it cute when I try to run from her. Once I’m in the bathtub I accept my fate; plus foster mom sits with me and scratches my neck, so the other pets actually get jealous. Afterwards we have some snuggle time as she dries me off, so really I don’t mind at all. I usually show her my Scrunchie Roll in appreciation.

After all that vet stuff, I really needed to stop and smell the roses…and fire hydrants, and anything my fosters pull my wagon up to outside. I heard about this Bulldog Bonanza at the Lazy Dog, that sounds just like my kind of Saturday. Hope to meet y’all there!

9/17/19 Update:  Going to our rescue event at The Lazy Dog in Addison the other day was a hoot. Foster Mom was so worried about how much I was going to walk on that patio. Did I show her or what!? I know you saw me strutting my stuff. #liketherunway I greeted everyone on that patio. I even asked a couple handsome strangers for food. Girl’s gotta try. #owningit

I’m getting better and I’m trying to “run.” Foster Dad calls it high gear, low range… Whatever that means.

I learned how to play chase! Foster brother was so excited, he ran into to the doorway, #bulldoghandling. I helped Foster Mom with a craft project and Foster Dad thought that was hilarious. He also thought it was funny that I learned how to crawl under the bed with my cat friend. Foster brother was annoyed because he hasn’t figured out how to fit under there, yet. #depthperceptioniskey

I have heard there is going to be a birthday party this weekend at my foster home. That means CAKE! Sweet dreams, y’all… sweet, lemon bundt cake dreams.

9/21/19 Update:  Dreams really do come true, and I LOVE lemon cake! Kids’ birthdays are the best. There were all sorts of things hanging from the ceiling. Every time I pulled them down, my foster parents put them back up. That was a fun game all week! This party was really magical. I was told I’m a Gryffindor! Foster mom said it’s because I’m brave and try new things, even though I might get a little nervous, like climbing over the couch to beg for cake. She also said “cat” was definitely Slytherin, with all that food stealing he tries. I agree with her.

My foster granny was here this week. She thought she’d be cute and try to take a video of me playing with my bed. I am not a show dog. As soon as I saw that camera in her hands, I gave her the look to let her know I did not approve of her behavior. Then I laid down and looked right back at that camera to let her know the show was over! That being said, I still laid on her lap for snuggles. Have a good week, y’all.

10/1/19 Update:  After thinking about it, I had lots to do this week. Foster Mom recruited me to be her personal trainer. I’m not sure why laying down in the garage is a workout, but laying on the couch is lazy. I do know I’m probably the best personal trainer out there #dropitlikeabulldog. I love my mornings as Foster Dad’s personal side warmer. It’s a much cozier job. #greenheating

This week, I was also Foster Brother’s personal therapist. Foster Granny left last week and he’s been such a drama queen all week about how much he misses her. But he’s a sweet boy, so I let him tell me all about it. Because, when someone is cold, Scrunchie is there. When someone is lonely, Scrunchie is there. When someone needs to talk, Scrunchie is there. When someone needs to go on a long walk…Scrunchie will be there when you get home. When a pretzel falls in the pantry, Scrunchie is there. Life is simply better with a Bulldog. Oh, and here’s a demo of my workout video. We rolling off the calories, y’all!

10/22/19 Update:  I’m gonna cast a spell on you. You’re gonna do what I want you to…. Mix it up here in my little bowl, look in my eyes and you lose control…

‘Cause I’m Bulldog and I’m gonna put a spell on you, for you to be my furever family!

Hey y’all! I thought I was all excited for Bulldog weather, but turns out, that means it gets cold! I’m not much of a morning Bulldog, so waking up to go potty and having a cold breeze where the sunshine shouldn’t even be? That’s not my cup of tea. Foster dad wrapped me up in blankets and snuggled on the couch, so maybe the cold won’t be too bad.

I’ve been trying to warm myself up with foster mom’s coffee. It smells so good. She keeps a good eye on her mugs, but I’ve snuck a sip or two, and I’m gonna keep trying.

I thought about going up the stairs. Then I decided to just visualize that for now… might try again later.

Lastly, this week, I had to chase foster mom around the bedroom, but I was finally able to clean her ears! Now, of course, she thinks it’s a game, but I’ve got to get my job done somehow.

10/29/19 Update: Scrunchie here,  This week I got to judge a pumpkin carving contest. I thought that meant I got to sample the bits they carve out and choose the most delicious pumpkin…turns out you’re not supposed to eat anything. I don’t know how to chose a favorite if I can’t eat it!

I wrestled a DRAGON! Which gave me a big appetite. I’ve been on the hunt all week for extra nibbles. My favorite places to look are the pantry, just bellow Foster Dad’s feet, and on coffee table.

Foster Mom thought I’d look cute dressed as a donut. I agree, I’m adorable, but now I just really want to eat a donut and Foster Mom didn’t get me any of those. I’m excited to help pass out candy to trick or treaters or maybe I’ll just sleep in front of the fireplace….Y’all have a good week! Eat a piece of candy for me!

11/3/19 Update:  We were on a wagon walk this week when I saw this pretty, tall, green grass I really wanted to smell. I put my paw on the top of the wagon, and my foster parents let me out. I took in a big whiff of that grass before doing some business. Then I gave the neighbors a little strut down the sidewalk.

I FINALLY got to go to a soccer game. I was so excited…. I slept through most of it. They won their first game of the season and Foster Dad told me I’m a good luck charm! (Hint, hint for my future furever family).

I discovered I like Lumabones. Every time I pick it up, it tastes like chicken. Best toy ever! Foster Brother gets a little jealous when I chew on it and he leans in real close. Foster Mom says it’s like a Bulldog version of Lady and the Tramp. Now, Foster Brother isn’t the brightest, but I wouldn’t call him a tramp. More of a sweet goofball.  That’s it for me. Have a good week!

11/20/19 Update:  This past weekend was a good one! On Friday, I had pumpkin pie! Pumpkin pie! I don’t think I could imagine something tasting so wonderful. Foster Daughter gave me a piece and I was so happy and grateful, I rubbed my face all over her little legs. That’s how I say thank you.

On Saturday, Foster Parents took Foster Brother and me to a new park. Of course, they also took my wagon. It was beautiful. Foster Mom lifted me in and out of my wagon so I could rummage in leaves, and sniff all these great spots in the grass. I thought about drinking some of that water at the park.. there was so much of it. But it was too many paws away, and I’m not sure why they keep it in the dirt like that, so I decided I wasn’t thirsty.

On Sunday, I went to the Bulldog Bonanza at Grub Burger Bar… and it was delicious! I had French fries and chicken. I met some wonderful people. I even gave out a few kisses.

Foster Parents are still giving me foot baths. The warm water is really soothing on the cold days. Winter means more time with Foster Family on the couch, and in front of the fireplace. I love the fireplace. It warms your rear! Sometimes, I sit in front of it, just hoping Foster Dad will get the hint and turn it on for me.  That’s it for me. Have a good week y’all!

12/12/19 Update:  Hey y’all! Did you miss me? Foster mom says I need to get up off my electric blanket so I’m gonna be at Wagging in a Winter Wonderland tomorrow. Foster family finally put out their Christmas Tree, I know y’all been waiting for pics of me under a tree! See you tomorrow.