I love them to death! Total cuties!
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I love them to death! Total cuties!
Easton's family "lost" their house (not sure what that means since when I went there to pick him up it had a "sold" sign on it) and dang, it was a nice house. His mom was a nurse and was a little overzealous in medicating him, we think. She loved him to death, but her family had to, apparently, move and wherever they were moving didn't take dogs. I suspect they went to live with a family member.
It's sad that she called 3 weeks after she gave him up to say that she now had a place for him, and could she have him back? But by then we had already placed him in another home where they loved him.
Absolutely adorable.
Well, MR. Tibbs is back here with me. His adoptive home didn't work out. The guy was really nice but he has expensive brand new cherry floors, and dog nails were scratching the floors.
We are interviewing potential parent #2, and young Irish guy working here in the States.
Last I heard, the UK had horrible quarantine rules for incoming pets. Unless Visa guy plans on staying, I'd move to the next name on the list. Or I could be completely wrong about those rules...
Update to this thread:
My but a lot has happened to these dogs since I started this thread.
The sweet boy, Easton, died two months ago. It was so sad because he was with a young couple who adored him and who were getting married the weekend after he died. they ha d a special outfit for him to wear in their wedding. He was 9 years old and was euthanized due to a cancer. But they've already taken another (younger) bulldog from our rescue program. She will do just fine with them.
The big news is that Tibbs (now renamed Henry )******drumroll***** is living in Ireland! He is there now, we got a photo today from his dad showing Henry lounging on a deck. He flew Luftwanza (spelling? ) which puts dogs in the passenger compartment. Henry's dad is gaga over this dog.
I have to say, he is a great dog. We took him on vacation with us last fall when we stayed in a hotel. Every morning Henry would trot down the carpeted stairs of this old Victorian grand hotel and the doorman would let him out (he was with us on a leash, of course.) He liked that lifestyle!
What's amazing about Henry is that he had such a bumpy life in the past year yet he's a lovely, calm dog. Less than a year ago he was living in a backyard breeder's home in SE Missouri (puppy mill capitol of the world) and they would soon give him up, taking him to Walmart to stand in the parking lot there to sell him. A good Samaritan took him and dropped him off at the Humane society. There, they neutered him and someone from St. Louis saw him on a pet listing a drove hours down to SE MO to get him. But bad news--their first bulldog couldn't stand Henry and she went nuts trying to kill him. So these nice people turned Henry over to Bulldog Rescue and that's how he ended up with me. We adopted him out to a guy near me but that only lasted there a few days--the guy said that Henry was ruining his new cherry floors with his nails. Henry came back to me until we found a new dad for him--an Irish guy who lives in an apartment in a cool part of our city. The Irishman said that he planned to work in the U.S. for some years, but nope--last month he moved back to Ireland because he couldn't get a visa for his girlfriend.
Tired yet of hearing about Henry's many moves? It truly is amazing what we do to these dogs and yet guys like Henry remain serene and confident. His big downside was that he likes to fight with other male dogs. He rolled Easton when the two of them were here. Poor little Easton didn't know what hit him. But otherwise he was a good dog.
So our Ozark country dog is now a dog about town in Greystones. Co. Wicklow, Ireland. Here is Henry (R) with a little friend in Wicklow:
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/b...nryIreland.jpg
I never realized how cute bulldogs are until I saw these pictures.
I love dogs, and still miss my little Annie, a female Bichon Frise I had for 13 wonderful years.
We aren't allowed to have pets in my building now, but even if we could, I'd never have another one since I can't get out anymore to exercise them, let alone outlive them at my age.
Fortunately my sons bring their dogs here when they visit me, so I make a big fuss over them.
I loved hearing your stories Iris lily! I've rescued animals for years, so it's heartwarming to me to hear about happy endings. It's great to know Luftwhanza lets dogs ride in the passenger cabin. Europe is so dog friendly...
Sweet Pups I.L!! My little Ratdog will have to visit the "boyz" (and of course "She Who Must Be Obeyed" too) when we are pass thru your area next time. Oops - just saw they are gone but you'll have more. Rat Dog (AKA Latte) is the last of my rescue dogs (or so I keep saying) for now.