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Bruce, the Fearless French Bulldog (Part 3)

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“He likes to greet every dog as they enter the dog run.

It’s like he’s saying, welcome!

My boyfriend and I were long distance for three years and we are both performers and we moved to NYC together.

When his work took him out of town, I was lonely.

Bruce has totally been there for me.  I don’t have time to wallow in the loneliness anymore, because he deserves the most happy wonderful life.”

Scout, the Labrador Retriever that brought joy to a family (part 1)

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My older son wanted a dog.

I have two boys and two girls.

He is the second oldest.

He’s a teenager and he seemed a little depressed and it seemed like getting a dog would be a good thing.

Of all my kids, he doesn’t ask for a lot.”

Olive, the French Bulldog that wants to play 24/7 (part 2)

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“I say that it’s like living with a toddler.

She wants to play 24/7.

I started doing research into rescuing a Frenchie but I realized pretty quickly that the ones available to rescue usually had either health or behavioral issues.

I realized that I wasn’t the best owner for that situation.”

Olive, the French Bulldog that wants to play 24/7 (part 1)

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“I got Olive because my last dog died and I was still living at home, but was considering moving out on my own.

I was doing research on good apartment dogs and French Bulldogs came up a few times.

I also thought they were very cute.

People said they were quiet and calm.

Olive is the opposite.”

Samantha, the Pit Bull Terrier/Shitzu mix rescue, who was a very sick puppy (part 7)

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“My boyfriend is not happy about that but he acknowledges that if anything were to happen with us as a couple, Samantha is my dog.

She is the biggest blessing.

She is unconditionally loving and brings me joy everyday.”

Jojo, the Beloved French Bulldog, Shared by Two People (part 5)

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“Jojo is like a service or therapy dog.

He came with me to the Dr. for my annual physical and when the Dr. tested my knee reflexes with a medical hammer, Jojo started growling at him, thinking I was in danger.

he would protect me at any and all costs.

As a single person, getting outside my own head and taking care of another being fulfill my life.”

Jojo, the Beloved French Bulldog, Shared by Two People (part 4)

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“One night Jojo jumped off the bed and his legs gave out from under him.

I knew he was in distress because he was panting heavily and he couldn’t walk.

I rushed him to the Animal Hospital, Blue Pearl and they operated on his spine the next morning.

It took four to five months for him to heal, and he is as recovered as he will ever be.

He can run and fetch, climb up on rocks, and ride on the bike.

He can’t jump off of anything, play tug of war, and he can’t wrestle.

Jojo is my best buddy.

I take him with me everywhere.”

Jojo, the Beloved French Bulldog, Shared by Two People (part 3)

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“Jojo became more and more of a shared dog, and we consider it joint custody.

Two things changed  everything with Jojo and me.

Hiking and biking.

We started to go on the bus to Harriman State Park and hike all day.

We got there at 10:30 a.m. and left at 5:00 p.m.

I bike everywhere, so I bought a dog carrier that I attached to my bike and we are a team.

We rode to down to the battery along the river and then up to the little red lighthouse at the George Washington Bridge.”

Jojo, the Beloved French Bulldog, Shared by Two People (part 2)

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“His owner said, Jojo would come home home after our trip to the dog run and Central Park, and pass out from exhaustion.

Next, we started having sleepovers.

His owner and I decided that I would keep him for several days a t time, which turned into Thursday evening through Monday morning.

I started taking him to he veterinarian, because I had him on the weekend, and his owner and I work during the week, and neither of us have much free time.”

 

Jojo, the Beloved French Bulldog, Shared by Two People (part 1)

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“I just kept walking by the store where Jojo would come to work with his mom, because I would see him sitting on the sofa by the window.

I started to go in  and sit with him, and he would play with me.

Then, I started walking him and taking him to the dog park to play.

After the dog run, I started taking him to Central Park for at least an hour at a time.

From one hour it turned into an afternoon, and then I began keeping him for an entire day.”