English Bulldog puppies and dogs in Gilbert, Arizona

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Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty) Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari Hi, I'm Agatha I was found as a stray and FFR picked me up at AZ Humane. I'm a 3-year-old exotic bully lowrider, which basically means I'm built like a tiny tank and somehow still capable of reaching speeds that should probably require a permit. People keep calling me Darla 2.0, and honestly, I understand the comparison. We both have confidence, charm, and a strong belief that we deserve to be adored at all times. The difference is there can only be one Darla, and there can only be one Agatha. Trust me—we've discussed it. The Great Utah Competition I currently live with Darla, and we're actually pretty good friends. By "good friends," I mean we spend a large portion of every day competing for Utah's attention. If Utah sits down, we're both there. If Utah walks into a room, we're both there. If Utah so much as glances in our direction, we're suddenly convinced we haven't received affection in years. It's a very serious competition and we both take our responsibilities very seriously. Thankfully, Utah has enough love for everyone, even if Darla occasionally forgets that. Bedtime According to Agatha Every evening I have one simple and completely reasonable request: I get petted first. That's it. That's the rule. Once I receive the appropriate amount of attention, I happily settle down next to Harvey and Foster Dad and drift off to sleep. I'm not saying the bedtime routine revolves around me, but everyone seems much happier when it does. Food Is My Love Language I enjoy food in all forms, but Foster Dad's crockpot creations are on a completely different level. The second those smells start floating through the house, I become very interested in whatever is happening in the kitchen. Since coming into rescue, I've put on some healthy weight and I'm looking fantastic. My little lowrider body has filled out nicely, my coat looks great, and life is pretty sweet these days. Ball Is Life Do not let these short little legs fool you. The second the horse ball comes out, I transform into an athlete. I sprint around the yard with the rest of the pack like I've been preparing for the championship game my entire life. The ball doesn't even need to belong to me—I simply need to be involved in whatever excitement is taking place. The neighbors probably think we're hosting professional sporting events in the backyard. A Little Shy, A Lot Sweet When I meet new people or find myself somewhere unfamiliar, I can be a little shy at first. I like to take a minute, look around, and make sure everything feels safe before jumping right in. Once I settle in, though, I become part of the family very quickly. Foster Dad says I fit into the household like I'd always been there, and honestly, that's exactly how it feels. I love people, I love dogs, and I love being included in whatever is happening. Just a Tiny Tune-Up I do have a small mass on my ankle that will be removed, but it's simply a minor bump in the road. Other than that, I'm healthy, happy, and ready for whatever comes next. Rescue has helped me get back to feeling my best, and now I'm ready to find a family of my own. What I'm Looking For I'm looking for a family, some dog friends, a comfy couch, plenty of snacks, and humans who appreciate a girl with a big personality. If you're searching for a dog who is equal parts comedian, cuddle bug, athlete, best friend, and professional attention-seeker, I might be exactly who you're looking for. Just know that if you sit down, I fully intend to sit next to you. And if another dog gets there first... Well, let's just say I've had plenty of practice competing with Darla. Agatha is spay, vaccinated and microchipped and being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1100.00 you can apply at freedomfrenchierescue.org

EET PIPPA — PERFECT EARS, PUPPY ENERGY & A HEART THAT JUST NEEDS A MINUTE FROM LAS VEGAS TO A WHOLE NEW LIFE Hi, I’m Pippa! I’m only about one year old, and I’m a French Bulldog/English Bulldog mix who came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Las Vegas animal shelter. When I arrived, I was super skinny—you could see almost every rib on my little body—and I had missing fur and an injured foot that had developed an infection. My foot was wrapped, I started antibiotics, and within just a few weeks it has almost completely healed. My fur is looking great, I've gained some much-needed weight, and with another couple of pounds, everyone thinks I'm going to be absolutely perfect. GIVE ME A MINUTE BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHO I AM When you first meet me, I can come across a little testy or guarded because I'm still figuring out new people and situations. I've only been in rescue for about three weeks, and that's not very long when you're a one-year-old dog whose entire life has suddenly changed. Give me time to watch you, learn you, and understand that I'm safe, and you'll meet a completely different girl. Once I know you and trust the people around me, I'm incredibly sweet, affectionate, and happy to be part of everything. I’M STILL JUST A PUPPY I'm only one, so underneath that cautious first impression is a young girl who wants to have FUN. I love running around, exploring the backyard, checking out everything I can find, and going on walks with my foster mom. My leash skills aren't exactly award-winning yet, but I'm learning. There is so much of the world I haven't experienced, and I need a family that understands I'm still a puppy who needs guidance, structure, and opportunities to learn instead of expecting me to arrive knowing everything. “GO HOME,” AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN My crate is actually one of my favorite places because it's my safe space. Tell me to “go home,” and I'll head right in. I'm perfectly content lying in there with the door open, relaxing and watching what's happening around me. I had a few pee accidents in my crate during my first week, but since then I've done incredibly well and don't normally have accidents in there. If I'm crated and need to go outside, I'll even bark to let you know, so please listen because I'm trying to communicate with you. I ALREADY KNOW THE DOGGY DOOR I've also figured out the doggy door, which is pretty impressive considering how recently my entire life changed. I'm learning the household routine quickly and doing a great job figuring out where I'm supposed to go. I'm not a dog who jumps all over people either, so while I definitely have puppy energy, it doesn't mean I'm launching myself at every human who walks through the door. OTHER DOGS ARE COOL, I’M JUST FIGURING THEM OUT I like being around other dogs, but I'm still learning how I fit into the group. I haven't really started wrestling and playing with everyone yet because right now I'm more interested in observing and getting comfortable. Occasionally, if I'm relaxing in my crate and another dog gets too close, I may react and let them know they're invading my space. I can also display some dominant behavior, but I'm very easily redirected and I haven't been going after or biting the other dogs. I simply need humans who will continue giving me structure and helping me make good choices. SMALLER CAST, PLEASE Because I'm still decompressing and learning how to interact appropriately, Freedom Frenchie Rescue would prefer a calmer home with only one or two other dogs rather than dropping me into a huge, chaotic pack. We're currently unsure about cats, so we aren't going to pretend we know how I'd feel about one. Children in my future home need to be 13 or older, giving me the calmer environment and personal space that will help me continue building confidence. BONES, TOYS & THE SWEETEST LITTLE MOUTH I love chewing on bones and playing with toys, and sometimes I'll even suckle on my toys, which is ridiculously cute considering I occasionally like to pretend I'm such a tough little bulldog. The funniest part is how gently I take treats. For a girl who came into rescue skinny enough that you could see her ribs, I don't snatch food from your hand or act like I'm competing for the last snack on Earth. I take my treats ever so gently, and yes, you will probably immediately want to give me another one. SPAY DAY WAS NOT MY FAVORITE DAY I was recently spayed, and I'm going to be very clear that I did not enjoy the recovery portion of that experience. I've been sleeping a lot and taking things easy while my body heals because apparently major surgery isn't something you're supposed to bounce right back from the next morning. My rescue is letting me rest and recover at my own pace, and once I'm feeling completely like myself again, I'm sure that puppy energy will be right back where I left it. EXCUSE ME, HAVE YOU SEEN MY EARS? We really need to discuss the most obvious feature on my entire body: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE EARS?! Freedom Frenchie Rescue has seen a whole lot of bulldog ears, and apparently mine are some of the most perfect ears to ever come through this rescue—right up there with Yogurt. They're enormous, they're magnificent, and I'm fairly certain they deserve their own adoption application. Whether they actually improve my listening skills remains to be seen, but aesthetically, they're a solid 10 out of 10. I’VE CHANGED A LOT IN ONLY THREE WEEKS Think about everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. I left a shelter, traveled into rescue, started treatment for an infected foot, began gaining weight, watched my fur start growing back, learned a new house, figured out a doggy door, learned that my crate is safe, met new humans and dogs, and then got spayed. That's a LOT for a one-year-old girl to process in just a few weeks, and I'm already showing everyone how much potential is hiding underneath that initial guarded exterior. DON’T MISS OUT ON THE GIRL I’M BECOMING I'm not looking for someone who expects me to walk through their door and instantly understand my entire new life. I'm looking for someone calm and consistent who will let me settle in, continue teaching me, respect my safe space, and understand that trust is what brings out the very best version of Pippa. Give me that, and you're getting a sweet, funny, curious little bulldog who loves her bones, toys, backyard adventures, walks, dog friends, gentle treats, and the people she learns are hers. SERIOUSLY, DON’T LET SOMEONE ELSE GET THESE EARS I'm only one year old, and I've already made incredible progress in three short weeks. I'm healthier, gaining weight, healing beautifully, learning quickly, and becoming sweeter and more comfortable every day. There is so much life ahead of me and so much personality still waiting to come out. Anyone scrolling past this girl without applying might want to take another look, because underneath those absolutely ridiculous ears is one very special little bulldog—and somebody is going to be incredibly lucky to call me theirs. Pippa is spay, vaccinated and microchipped her adoption donation fee is $1150.00 and you can apply for her on our website freedomfrenchierescue.org. She is currently being fostered in Mesa, AZ.

MEET MEATLOAF — BIG HEAD, BIG HEART & CURRENTLY EMPLOYED IN CORPORATE AMERICA OMGGGG… LOOK AT THIS BIG BEAUTIFUL FELLA Hi, I’m Meatloaf, and OMG OMG OMG, apparently nobody was prepared for this much preciousness wrapped inside one giant English Bulldog. At an estimated 2.5 years old and 60lbs I’m goofy, animated, built like a small piece of furniture, and underneath all of this bulldog is one of the kindest demeanors you could ask for. My foster mom had never fostered an English Bulldog before and was totally up for the challenge. Then I showed up being sweet, well behaved, gentle (BULL IN A CHINA SHOP), and ridiculously lovable, and she quickly realized I wasn't exactly the challenge everyone warned her about. Also, whoever keeps saying English Bulldogs are just giant Frenchies clearly doesn’t have a clue! I am my own entire experience. MY BACKSTORY IS A LITTLE… QUESTIONABLE I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue through a surrender that was posted on Facebook. My owner said she could no longer care for me, although we're honestly not completely sure why. When the rescue picked me up, they were told another English Bulldog in the home kept going after me—and supposedly that dog was my mom. They were also told that my dad was Chris Brown's dad’s son….Yea that’s a mouth full. Listen, unless somebody shows up with a canine family tree and some receipts, we're just going to file that one under “interesting information we cannot confirm.” At the end of the day, we really don't know where I originally came from, and none of that changes the dog standing in front of you today. THE ONE THING WE DID KNOW WAS THAT MY EAR NEEDED HELP What wasn't questionable was the condition of my ear. I came into rescue with a significant ear infection that desperately needed treatment. It was bad enough that if we couldn't get it under control, there was concern that something as serious as TECA surgery could eventually become necessary. Thankfully, I have been responding really well to my ear medication and drops, and we're continuing to watch my progress closely. For now, things are moving in the direction everyone hoped they would, and considering where that ear started, that's pretty freaking exciting. APPARENTLY I’M A VERY GOOD PATIENT… MOST OF THE TIME Ear drops? Go ahead. Eye drops? Fine. Wrinkle wipes? Ohhhh, yes please. I let my people take care of me without turning every medical task into an Olympic event, and I actually LOVE having my face and wrinkles wiped. Considering how uncomfortable my ear must have been before coming into rescue, I've been incredibly tolerant about everyone poking around and helping me feel better. There is, however, one very important exception that my foster mom discovered, and knowing it has helped everyone understand me better. PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF THE BACK OF MY NECK (for now) I do not like having the scruff or back of my neck grabbed or pulled. Foster mom figured this out after a small Meatloaf tantrum at the vet and has since realized that this is a genuine trigger for me. We don't know why. It could be a learned sensitivity from something that happened before rescue, it could be associated with the discomfort I've experienced around my ear, or it could be something else entirely. We aren't going to invent a story and call it abuse when we don't know that. What we do know is that I communicate pretty clearly when something makes me uncomfortable, and now that my people understand that boundary, they can handle me in ways that make me feel safer. I’M LEARNING THAT RULES APPLY TO ME TOO My foster mom has started working with me on some basic commands, and I'm doing really well. I'm smart, I'm food motivated, and I take treats so gently that it's almost ridiculous considering the size of my head. We're working on structure and redirection, and I'm beginning to understand what is expected of me. Like most bulldogs, I do best when someone calmly and consistently leads the way instead of leaving me to make every decision myself. THE SLIP LEAD INCIDENT OF 2026 Foster mom has also been working with me on a slip lead during because having that extra connection helps her communicate with me while we're practicing. She started in the backyard, and I actually did really well. Then she redirected me for the first time, and I would like the record to reflect that I nearly died. At least that's what my performance suggested. I did not actually die. I wasn't even injured. I simply discovered that redirection was apparently part of this arrangement, expressed my extreme disappointment, and then pouted because nobody apologized for expecting me to have manners. Listen I am an English Bulldog, you think frenchies are dramatic haha I HAVE FEELINGS, AND YOU WILL KNOW ABOUT THEM If you want a dog with absolutely no facial expressions, keep scrolling because I am not your guy. I am ridiculously animated. When I'm happy, you know it. When I'm excited, you know it. When I think you've made an unacceptable decision on my behalf, you REALLY know it. I pout. I give the cold shoulder. I stareeee.. for a very long time. It can be questionable. I can communicate an entire paragraph of disappointment without making a sound. There is a very big baby living inside this very big bulldog body, and he has opinions. PUT A BELLY BAND ON ME AND FIND OUT Nothing demonstrates my flair for drama better than putting something on me that I have not personally approved. A belly band, for example, can cause my entire operating system to shut down. I will simply stand there completely frozen, staring at you with the most asinine, deeply offended glare you've ever seen in your life. I won't necessarily fight you about it because that requires effort. Instead, I'll make you feel terrible about your choices. It's psychological warfare, English Bulldog edition, and apparently, I'm naturally gifted. I HAVE NOW ENTERED CORPORATE AMERICA Foster mom takes me to work with her, which means I am officially a corporate Meatloaf. My primary responsibilities currently include arriving at the office, locating the area underneath her desk, going to sleep, and maintaining employee morale by existing. I take this position very seriously. Honestly, if your workplace allows dogs, I may already have more office experience than some applicants. Just give me a desk to sleep under, reasonable snack benefits, and adequate wrinkle maintenance, and I see absolutely no reason I can't climb the corporate ladder. Ive been asking her for a tie to wear to work but apparently she likes to keep is casual, with a ridiculous belly band!! THE CARPOOL IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS Getting to the office requires riding in the car, and I'm not going to pretend that's my favorite part of the job. I don't necessarily hate the car, but I'm not climbing in yelling, “ROAD TRIP!” either. Foster mom has been taking me for rides regularly, and each time I'm getting more comfortable and settling down faster. This is one of those things where exposure, patience, and consistency are helping me understand that getting in the car doesn't mean something terrible is about to happen. Sometimes it just means we're going to work so I can crawl underneath a desk and resume my nap. Every morning I help her load the car and well myself. LADIES, PLEASE FORM AN ORDERLY LINE I really enjoy being around other dogs, but I especially enjoy the ladies. What can I say? Meatloaf is a flirt. I like hanging out with my canine friends and being part of the group, and foster mom has been able to watch how I handle different personalities. I'm not looking to manufacture drama with another dog, and if somebody starts bringing negative energy, my preference is generally to remove myself and go the other direction. I DON’T WANT THE DRAMA, BUT I’M NOT A DOORMAT It's important to understand the difference between being conflict-avoidant and being unable to defend yourself. I would rather walk away from another dog's negative behavior than participate in it, which says a lot about my temperament. That doesn't mean another dog should be allowed to continually push me, corner me, or provoke me because I'm sweet. I can and will stand up for myself if I feel I need to. My future family should be willing to advocate for me, supervise interactions, and make sure everyone in the home respects each other's boundaries. WALKING WITH MY HUMAN IS MY KIND OF OUTING I LOVE going for walks. Give me my person, let me sniff around, explore a little, and see what's happening in the world, and I'm a pretty happy Meatloaf. Obviously I'm still an English Bulldog, so my future family needs to understand bulldog limitations, especially when it comes to heat and strenuous activity. I don't need to be training for a marathon. I just really enjoy getting out, stretching these bulldog legs, and spending time with my person. I do not like to be left outside, at least not yet I get FOMO, and lets just say a little PTSD kicks in from my history before FFR. So please stay with me, or I’m going to stand at the door and stare at you inside. TOYS ARE SERIOUS BUSINESS I definitely enjoy playing with my toys, and as I get more comfortable, more of my goofy personality keeps coming out. I'm playful without needing to turn the entire house upside down, and I'm perfectly happy entertaining myself for a while before coming back to see what my human is doing. Between toys, walks, office naps, dog friends, and cuddles, I've developed a pretty respectable daily schedule for a guy whose primary qualification is having an enormous head. THIS BIG BOY IS A TOTAL CUDDLER Underneath all of the drama, pouting, flirting, and corporate responsibilities, I am an unbelievably affectionate dog. I LOVE cuddles and genuinely enjoy being close to my people. There's something especially hilarious about watching this big, solid English Bulldog turn into an absolute baby when it's time for affection. I'm intimidating only if you're frightened of being stared at judgmentally after putting a belly band on me. I’M NOT THE STORY SOMEBODY TOLD ABOUT ME We may never know exactly what happened before I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue. We don't know which pieces of my surrender story were accurate, where I originally came from, or why certain things make me uncomfortable. And honestly, none of that tells you nearly as much as spending time with the dog I am right now. I'm kind. I'm gentle. I'm cooperative. I'm learning. I love other dogs. I take treats softly. I enjoy walks and toys. I let my people care for me. I walk away from unnecessary drama. I cuddle like it's my job, and apparently now I actually have a job too. ENGLISH BULLDOGS COME WITH MAINTENANCE As wonderful as I am, adopting an English Bulldog means understanding that this magnificent head and all these wrinkles come with responsibilities. My future family needs to stay on top of my ears, eyes, wrinkles, skin, weight, breathing, and overall health throughout my life. Right now, the rescue is especially focused on getting my ear completely settled and continuing the care that's been working. I'm wonderfully cooperative about most of my maintenance, but I still need humans who understand that staying ahead of bulldog problems is much better than waiting until a little problem becomes a big one. DON’T LET THE BIG HEAD FOOL YOU I'm Meatloaf—the big ding dong who was supposed to be some huge English Bulldog challenge and instead showed everyone what an absolute angel I can be. I'm learning commands, working on my manners, getting better in the car, going to work with foster mom, sleeping under her desk, flirting with the ladies, playing with my toys, enjoying my walks, getting my wrinkles wiped, taking my treats like a gentleman, and providing Oscar-worthy performances anytime I believe I've been mildly inconvenienced. If Heart of the Beast was about me and Jack Black, instead of Brad Pitt and Uber, our adventures would win an Oscar!!! Can you imagine us two! I don't need somebody who's going to feel sorry for me because my story before rescue is unclear. I need somebody who sees the dog standing in front of them now and is willing to keep giving me the structure, care, patience, boundaries, medical follow-through, and ridiculous amount of love that have allowed this personality to come out. Because underneath this giant English Bulldog head is one incredibly kind heart—and one very dramatic corporate Meatloaf who's ready to make somebody laugh for the rest of his life. Meatloaf is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Glendale, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1150.00 and you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. *Please Note: All learning and guidance must continue in their new home. A dog’s behavior can change with a new environment and energy, and every family’s dynamic is different. What works or is allowed in one foster home may not be the same in yours, so consistency, patience, and continued training are key to their success.

We have an almost 5-year-old spayed English bulldog girl. She's the sweetest little cuddler and a huge couch potato. She'll go on walks, but only short ones before she's simply done. She loves car rides too, but gets so excited she wears herself out fast lol. We're looking to possibly rehome her. Looking for right fit. She's started resource guarding my husband and fighting our other dog over him, and we haven't been able to break it. We've been keeping them separated to avoid rehoming, but now she's starting to go after our cats too. So she needs a home with no cats and no other dogs. She's been fine around young kids, but she doesn't always realize how rough she plays. Teens would be best, since they can tell when she's getting too rowdy and end play time. She knows to stop when she's told. She's trained - knows sit, wait, and leave it. Kennel trained and uses a dog door. She doesn't bark much unless something scary is around, like bubble wrap, which she hates lol.

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Before her life with us began, Cossette’s world was filled with pain, neglect, and silence. Found alone and very ill at the county shelter, this frail 4-year-old French Bulldog was battling more suffering than any living soul should ever endure. Severe emaciation, painful skin and ear infections, intestinal parasites, and severe cherry eyes left her exhausted and hurting, waiting in the dark for a kindness that felt like it might never come.Everything changed the day Carrie On Rescue pulled her into safety. Thanks to an incredible medical grant from PACC911, Cossette received the urgent, top-tier veterinary care she so desperately needed. Wrapped in the warmth and comfort of a loving foster home, her true spirit began to bloom. Today, she has gained 5 crucial pounds (weighing 20 pounds) and is thriving—fully restored, healthy, spayed, microchipped, licensed, up-to-date on all vaccines (including rabies), and completely healed.Despite the deep scars of her past, Cossette harbors zero bitterness. She has emerged as an absolute dream dog—the most gentle, quiet, and loving soul you could ever meet. She greets every single person with pure affection and gets along wonderfully with other dogs. Housetrained, crate-trained, and endlessly sweet, Cossette simply wants to be near you and share the devotion she held onto through her darkest days.Cossette has done her part; now she is ready for her forever home.Adoption & Care Details:Location: Arizona adoptions onlyAdoption Fee: $400 (helps offset a fraction of her extensive medical care)Home Requirements: Must have a home with a safely fenced yard. No apartments or mobile homes.To ask questions or request an adoption application for this special girl, please contact Carrie On Rescue:Email: carrieonsrescuers@hotmail.comCall / Text: (480) 603-7680

Bennington is a Sharpei mix weighing about 65 pounds.As many Sharpeis do, he had some issues with his eye lids and had surgery to correct that while in rescue. All went very well and he's fully healed and ready to see the world.Bennington is a wonderful dog! He's happy-go-lucky, loving and very loyal. He's house trained and has been a joy to be around in his foster home. He's very well behaved. He's athletic and strong and would love to go on hikes and walks with you. Camping also sounds like fun!We think he would be happiest as your one and only pet. Bennington is neutered, vet checked, current on vaccines, licensed and microchipped. His adoption fee is $300.Contact Carrie On Rescue if you have any questions about Bennington or would like an application for him:email: carrieonrescuers@hotmail.comtext: (480) 603-7680Please note: we only do adoptions within the state of Arizona.