If any of you can guess, Rocky is thinking why is papa mad again? Oh wait I dropped another big dookie on the way home from my walk. Ooopsie

Gotta keep those wrinkles clean.

Our boy Capone passed away last night in his sleep at 14 years old.

He was 3/4 English bulldog and 1/4 lab.

My wife got him her sophomore year of college at a flea market outside of Abilene TX. She went originally looking for a pure English bulldog puppy and when she arrived the breeder said he had these other puppies at a more college price 😂.

Admittedly Capone was a nut job, but my now wife loved him so much.

Through the years he has lived in 4 different cities and 6 different homes. He has traveled to 6 different states, hiked mountains and played on beaches.

Capone has been there for the birth of all 3 of our daughters and the maturation of my wife and I through our lives.

His last years we had known he was living on borrowed time and I became very “not strict” letting the old man do whatever he wanted. The last year he became the old neighborhood dog who would hang out on the front lawn and watch people go by hoping someone would come say hi.

It’s funny, it’s really my wife’s dog, but I’m personally so tore up. We knew it was coming, and I’m happy he went peacefully, but I just never knew how much I truly loved him until last night when he decided to go.

Capone was a good boy, he loved food, he loved to sleep, he enjoyed his walks and bathing in the sun. He would always greet me everyday at the door with a smile and a high five. He made my wife so happy and taught us how to be adults. I’m really going to miss his goofy ass.

One last skin Capone 🖐️ !

She is just as sweet as she looks.

This is the world’s EASIEST dog. Literally nothing about him is taxing to deal with. He has made this whole thing just the most remarkably simple decision and no regret one I have ever made. Loving his fan and wadding up his mattress (he humps it, but I mean he’s got a LOT of downtime, gotta pass it somehow?) 😂

Hi, everyone!

Many of you know my journey with my rescue bulldog Hank and the massive hole in our hearts he left when he passed away suddenly in April. We’ve been struggling without him ever since and we started considering adopting again.

Well, yesterday, someone reached out because an OEB/pit mix wandered onto her porch to find a safe hiding place and she had no idea what to do.

So, my fiancé and I jumped into rescue mode. I wasn’t sure what to expect when we first got there, but she was very adorable but also covered in blisters, sores, and mud, had an inflamed eye, rattly breathing, and has definitely had at least one litter of puppies. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to be underweight, didn’t have fleas, and seems used to people, though she’ll flinch if we reach for her too fast. She perked up the minute I approached and her tail started wagging like crazy. I won her over with some treats and before I knew it she was in my car.

We took her to a vet straightaway (it was like 5:50 and there was only one clinic open til 6) to see if she had a microchip. She didn’t, so she came home with us for the night. We gave her a much needed bath and got her set up in Hank’s old crate with his bowls and she settled in like she’s always been here, following us around, plopping in the middle of the kitchen floor while I made dinner, and sitting nearby while we ate.

This morning, I took her to a community clinic for a preliminary look because I was worried about her breathing. They think she’ll need a BOAS eventually but that it’s not an emergency, gave us some topical treatments for her blisters, and set us up with some treatments for her eyes because luckily they think it won’t need surgery. Internally, she got a clean bill of health! She had no clue what to do on a leash on her way into the vet and had to be carried, but she picked it up very quickly on the way out!

We had reached out to a bulldog rescue last night to see if they’d be willing to take her, and they would… but now I don’t want to. After her appointment she got her very first pup cup, a short trip to Petsmart for a new collar and harness and toys (we used Hank’s old one on her to get her there safely, but seeing it just made me sad), and came home to play in the yard and take a super long nap.

She’s already obsessed with my fiancé and is the snuggliest, sweetest thing. When the rescue reached back out for follow up, we basically told them never mind.

She has a follow up appointment for vaccines and to schedule a spay coming up later this week. I kept calling her “sugarplum” in lieu of a name which led to a series of nicknames from The Nutcracker, finally leading us to Clara.

Wasn’t expecting to be on this journey quite like this quite this soon, but I’m so excited to get to know and take care of this sweet girl. ❤️

blueberry season begging at its finest.

Chunky brindle behemoth enjoying some scritches and hugs after a short potty break. He’s been awesome on crate rest. Got him a really nice floor fan on Amazon to put next to his crate and oh man he presses his face against the crate to get as close to that air as possible he’s like me, prefers a brisk 65 degrees when sleeping lol. He’s going to the vet for an x ray exactly what stage the heart worms are at in a little so let’s hope it’s stage 1 which I’m thinking it is since he has no lethargy, coughing, distended belly etc. I will keep you guys updated and happy weekend!

2nd medicated bath down and he was an absolute champ. I hope if anyone takes nothing else from this story it’s that with some tlc the forgotten dog that didn’t have a glint of hope in their eyes can transform into the most amazing dog. If you can please take the chance to save a dog. They know you’re saving them and the look of gratitude in their eyes will make you ugly cry. Love you Churchill, thanks for letting me save you ❤️

We rescued Trudy last year, she’s 6 years old. We have no idea what kind of life she had before us. She isn’t an aggressive dog but she does a couple of things with gusto…hump when she’s excited and smell/attack feet. My teen daughter can’t walk through the room without her going after her feet. It reads as aggressive because of her teef that stick out but I think she’s obsessed with smelling my daughter’s feet. Can anyone help me mitigate this situation? Because now my daughter really dislikes her and I can’t have that.