Bulldogs World

This morning, on our commute, Beatrix and I were approached by a young man who wanted to tell us how beautiful she is.  He then mentioned that he really wanted a bulldog, but had had one as a kid who died from "throat trouble" when very young, and so he was a bit afraid of getting a bulldog despite loving them. As it turns out, his family is from the Dominican and didn't have a lot of money when he was young -- my guess is that his dog then had an elongated palette that was left untreated. So, we talked about that particular issue, and the importance of doing research and making sure you can afford a dog in both sickness and in health, so to speak, before committing to one. And then onto the subject of rescues -- he said he never saw bulldogs on the regular shelter sites, and so I told him about looking into breed rescues.  I mentioned fostering, and his face just lit up! "I'd LOVE to foster!" he exclaimed. :) I recommended he check into Mid Atlantic (who are probably too far away from Boston, but could maybe put him in touch with more local resuces) and also the breeder where I got Beatrix, who also does rescue up here. (In fact, last time I checked their website, they had a note up saying they weren't currently planning any litters, as they really wanted to focus their efforts on the rescue end of things.)

So, anyway, there isn't much point to this story except that I wanted to share a really great "I love your dog" conversation that turned into so much more, and hopefully he'll look into rescues and fostering and find himself a bully to love. :)

In other news, it's gorgeous out, and Beatrix and I went for a short walk. I cut it short because it was SO warm out, and she was all panting, so I wanted to get her inside where it's cool and where she could get a good drink of water.  She's now passed out on my office floor, snoring away. Here's a pic of her from our walk, denuding a large branch of all it's smaller branches, which is her favorite thing to do with sticks.