Bully Bully
Hey guys, what’s up? My name is Bully Bully but you can just call me Bull. Mom says that everyone keeps asking how I became the great dog that I am today so I figured I would tell Y’all a little about me.
Well, you see about 8 years ago I was living out in the country somewhere with all of these other dogs. There were all of these cages with tons of barking dogs, and there were always puppies coming and going. Mom calls it a puppy mill and says that I was a stud dog. I am not sure what that means, but I know that I am a stud because everyone always tells me how pretty I am. Any way, one day my previous owner took me to a vet clinic with all of these puppies. I was so scared because I didn’t know what they were going to do with me. Then this blonde haired girl opened the back of the van and said “come on baby, your going home with me.” I didn’t want to leave the back of that van so the blonde haired girl picked me up and took me inside.
She then set me on a scale, and said “oh my, you are only 68lbs.” I am not sure why that startled her so much but as soon as we got home she gave me the biggest bowl of food that I have ever seen. Then the next day this blonde haired girl (who is now my mamma) took me to work with her. She worked at a vet clinic so I wasn’t very happy going there, especially once they started taking all of these samples to run tests. Once she got the results back she found out that I had no immune system. I also had sarcoptic mange and a bunch of intestinal parasites. No wonder I was so itchy!
Over the next few months mom fixed my skin, got all of the bugs out, and put some weight on me. Once I was all better I got to meet my grandpa and was able to go to his training classes. Mom used to tell me that it was for my own good since I didn’t have any manners. I didn’t mind at first, but I started loving it once I realized that grandpa always gave me tons of treats. Once I had enough confidence to let strangers touch me, mom and I would go to Petsmart, the dog park, and anywhere else where there were a lot of people and dogs. This was when I started trusting people again.
Then one day about a year after my mom rescued me, my dad asked mom if he could get a Shelby Mustang. She said sure and laughed really hard afterwards. I wasn’t sure why she was laughing so hard until she came home with an English Mastiff puppy. She handed the 6 lb. puppy to my dad and said, “here is your Shelby Mustang.” Dad laughed really hard and said “what a perfect name!”
I love my sister very much, but I think she loves me a little more because she stresses out really bad if we are separated. Must be a girl thing! So about three and half years ago mom told me and my sister that we are not going to the vet clinic anymore. I didn’t like the sound of that since I loved going to work with my mom every day. However, she reassured me that I would still be going to work with her, it was just going to be a different place. That was when we first started going to daycare. I got to meet all of these really nice people and tons of dogs. I fell in love the first week.
At first I stayed in the play area all day with the other dogs. But, that was before I realized how cool and quiet it was up front. So now I chill up front all day and wait for my best friends to come in the front door. When they come in I will get up, say, “what’s up to my doggie friends?” then nudge their parents hands for them to pet me. If they don’t pet me I will flop over on my back and demand a belly rub. It works every time! My mom tells me that I know how to train people really well.
Over the past few years I have also had a few foster brothers and sisters. Most of these guys are English Mastiffs, but there have been a few mixed breeds as well as some Bull Mastiffs like me. I miss all of my foster brothers and sisters when they leave but I know they are going to their new forever homes just like I did a long time ago.
Two years ago around Christmas time my mama went to grandpas with out me and came back with this little puppy named Bruiser. She told me to be sweet to my brother. I noticed she didn’t say foster brother, so that was my clue that he was staying with us furever! I love my Bruiser aka Pop Pop. We are the bestest of buds. He hangs out up front with me from time to time and always makes sure my face, eyes, and ears are clean. I love that little dude!
A few weeks ago mom did it again! She came home with yet another puppy and said be sweet to your brother. I am not so sure about this little guy. He is a hyper little thang and has the most high pitched squeal ever! I think I am just getting too old for this puppy stuff! My mom promised me that this is the last puppy I would have to train so here we go again! ;) I don’t mind too much though because while mom is training him she uses me as an example. Which means I get treats for doing the most simple mundane tasks like sitting, laying down, and staying. I hope he is a slow learner…
So in a nutshell that is how I became the great dog that I am today. My mom says that it took a lot of training and love to get me where I am today. I think it just took a lot of treats. Either way I love my life, my family, and all of my friends, two-legged and four.
