Well, it’s been a roller coaster of emotions for me. As much as I loved playing with my fur foster brothers and sisters, and as much as I loved the belly rubs from my foster brother Justice, and as much as I enjoyed snuggles and belly rubs from my foster parents…. I knew that my next life chapter would be even better for me.
We had to go on a long boring car ride, and I was confused when my foster mom started praying for me. But boy am I grateful now…. I got a FAMILY for Christmas. Miracles do happen!
When I arrived at this beautiful home, all decorated for Christmas, my family got on the floor and loved on me! Then they introduced me to a new fur brother. I was so happy I didn’t know who to run to next! I even showed them a little of my cute spunk and I jumped up on the couch. My new dad said I could…,and he even let me lay on the pillow and blanket! Can you believe it?
Thank you, Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue and everyone who helped make this Christmas magical for me! I’m celebrating my new beginning with the upcoming new year.
I joined rescue yesterday and I can’t tell you how emotional that was for my mom. She could hardly breathe and her tears fell like rain.
She loved me since the day she found me in a park in really bad shape. Even though I had two cherry eyes, was covered in fleas and I was really thin, she figured someone missed me. But try as she might, no one came looking for me. And she and I became best friends.
My mom got my eyes fixed and had me neutered. I finally had some good food and I started gaining weight. I am perfect now, if I must say so myself.
Are you wondering why I’m now in rescue?
Up to our front door are steep steps and I am scared to death to go down them. It makes me a nervous wreck. I start to shake at the thought of stepping down.
Is there a star phobia? Well, yes there is. It is called bathmophobia… A fear of stairs. If you have it, you may be afraid of falling down a set of stairs or a steep incline.
My mom had to carry me down the stairs every time I wanted to go outside. And after a year and a half, my mom just can’t lift me anymore.
We talked about it and the only answer was for me to join rescue. They’ll be able to find me a fabulous family and a home with only a few steps. I’m good with a few steps, but it has to be just a few.
Bulldog lovers, if your home is stair-free, I just might be the Bulldog for you. Or, if you have a strong back and like to carry a Bulldog, I could be the Bulldog for you.
I’m about 2 1/2 years old and I’m worth my weight in gold.
