Travis Kelsey found his new family!
Happy tails to Grant and his soon-to-be renamed buddy! I couldn’t be more thrilled for Travis to begin this wonderful new chapter. Wishing them all the love and joy in the world!
I’ve been wandering around the streets for a while, eating this and that. You know, when you’re hungry, anything looks good. Luckily for me, a super sweet couple picked me up and started looking for my family.
As it turns out, I am microchipped! Yay!
But there was no happy reunion. Boo.
The chip connected me to a woman who was in California and she said she gave me away about a year ago.
I guess she didn’t really want a Bulldog after all. Or maybe because I’m sick.
I’ve been throwing up plastic for a while. I keep thinking, “Surely, I am done throwing up.” But then, when I least expect it, I throw up again. More plastic.
My new friends knew I needed medical care, and I needed it ASAP. So, without thinking twice, they contacted Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue. My new friends drove me to Dr. Larsen’s clinic. I was really happy to get there and find out just how much more plastic I have in my stomach
Better days are ahead for me now. I am out of the cold and rain, and I will be able to have real food! My days of eating plastic containers are over for me ~ for good! I’m about 2 years old, so I’m looking forward to being happy and healthy again.
6/7/24 Update: He’s a big hunk of love who would love a backyard with trees to perfect his squirrel-gazing skills. He’s very sweet and has a lot of love to go around. He also minds very well, and may do best in a home without other male dogs.
10/4/24 Update: I’m getting settled into my foster home. I have two, two-legged foster siblings (12 and 10) and three four-legged foster siblings. I’m not sure about the furry ones yet. Sometimes I growl when I see them, but I may just need more time to warm up to them.
I do well in a crate, I’m not a barker and I’m potty trained. I like to watch what is going on around me. I’m afraid of things that don’t seem familiar to me, like trash cans, baseball bats and pool-cleaning machines. When I see something that makes me nervous, I may try to jump into my foster mom or dad’s lap…. all 93 pounds of me.
I’m pretty content right now and I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
