found a new home!
Plenty of my friends are looking
for one too. Find a pet to adopt.
I am already neutered, housetrained, up to date with shots, good with kids, and good with dogs.
A bowl of chocolate chip ice cream in Bulldog form, Chuy (pronounced “Chewy” I’ve learned) is the cure for all that ails you on a scorching summer’s day. Or a winter’s day. Or over the autumnal equinox. Really any time. Of course I’d like to start off by describing Chuy’s less superficial strengths. How well he sits for his treats, his fantastic dance moves during a good, old-fashioned butt scratch, his funny way of snorting while he sniffs about your neck. But honestly, I’m so captivated by this hunk’s looks — the polka dot nose, the delicious, brindled coat, those big puppy-like paws that you want in just one place and one place only (hint: it’s across your lap) — I’m hard pressed to think about much else. But, no. I’m being shallow. Chuy is much more than just great looks and polished manners. He is a gentleman among men, refined and sweet, affectionate and curious, playful and bright. Chuy is also part American Bulldog and how fitting that is, as to me, he is classic Americana all the way. He is Coca-Cola drunk from a glass bottle, fireworks, apple pie, a pick-up truck, maybe even a country song. Donning his very best star-spangled scarf, I wonder what could be more perfect than having this all-American boy right by your side on our nation’s favorite holiday? Or really any day. O say can you see…Chuy forever home with you?