Patty’s turn to write

     Mom said I could write today’s blog.  She was too tired to think straight. 

     Gavin thinks I should write about food, but that’s all he ever thinks about.  I want to write about all the bullies like me that someone rescues.  Mom and Dad rescued me and I think that’s important.

     We have many friends on Facebook that are rescues.  Lil Bit and Tugg are two of them.  They had a much rougher start than I did.  We Bullies are made of tough stuff and more often than not we bounce back from the worst of circumstances. Those two certainly have.

     I was lucky.  I was what Mommy calls a dump off.  Some man had imported me from Budapest Romania so he could breed Bullies.  He got a boy Bullie from Oklahoma too.  I didn’t like the boy Bullie much and the man decided I was too much trouble.  Mom ran the Lehigh Valley Bull Terrier Club rescue at the time and he brought me to her.  She says he was supposed to bring my papers and shot records and stuff but he never did come back with them.

     At first I didn’t like Gavin very much, but he was nice to me except when I stole his bones.  Mommy says she had planned to place me in a home but since Gavin’s Auntie Sadie died, he was lonely for another Bullie and she and Dad decided that maybe I should stay.

      That was almost eight years ago and I am still happy here.  I love my Mommy and Daddy and my bratty big brother Gavin.