Etta — Soft, Sweet… and Runs a Tight Ship 

A Gentle Soul with a Little Sass

Hi, I’m Etta. I’m 9 years old, 20 lbs, and living my best “sweet little old lady with a touch of spice” life. I’m mostly mellow, love to relax, and just want to be near my people—but don’t get it twisted, I’ve got a little sass in me and I like things done my way.

My Story
I was rescued from San Diego Humane and came in with my buddy Tata. We were said to be bonded, but we’ve learned that it may be more of a trauma bond than a true match. I like things on my terms, and I tend to correct everything around me, which can make it hard for him (or other dogs) to just be themselves. I’m ready to have my own space to relax and live a happy, balanced life.

Potty Routine (I’ll Let You Know!)
I’m potty trained and will go to the door when I need to go out. I had a couple of accidents at first, but once I get into a routine, I do really well. I do have a bit of an “older lady bladder,” so I just need consistent potty breaks and I’m good to go.

Sweet, Affectionate, and Attention-Loving
I am a total love. I’ll gently lift my paw to ask for pets, and once I get going, I’m all about the cuddles and attention. I really just want to be close to my people and feel included.

Chill… With Opinions
I’m low energy for the most part with little bursts of play, but I definitely have opinions. I like structure, I like knowing what’s expected, and I feel most comfortable when there are clear boundaries in place.

Social Life (Structure is Everything)
When I’m introduced slowly and feel secure, I can coexist around other dogs. If I’m getting the attention I want and things are calm, I’m easily redirected away from negative behavior. That said, I do best with structure and guidance. A home with one calm dog who doesn’t feel the need to engage with me could work, but I would also thrive as your one and only. No other pets is honestly my easiest and best-case scenario.

Bigger Dogs Aren’t My Thing
Larger dogs make me uncomfortable, and I do best avoiding that situation altogether. Smaller, neutral dogs are a much better fit—if any.

Meeting New People
I can get a little excited and overstimulated when meeting new people. I may jump or get a little mouthy, but it’s not aggression—it’s just me getting overwhelmed. With direction, I calm down quickly and settle in. You have to stay on me until I learn the ropes and remember it is not overnight like amazon!

Food & Routine
I eat twice a day (7am and 5pm) and I LOVE my meals. I’m currently eating salmon and sweet potato and doing great. I’m very food motivated and always happy to accept treats (any kind, really—I’m not picky).

Walks & Manners
I walk nicely on a leash and am easy to handle, unless I see another dog—then I can react. I know basic commands like sit, stay (kind of), and “down,” and I’m very capable of learning more with consistency.

Care & Health
I did great during my bath and overall I’m a pretty low-maintenance girl. Just be gentle when picking me up—I may be a little older, but sometimes I still act like I’m training for the Olympics with my jumps.

My Favorite Things
Food, massages, cuddles, and attention. I’m a simple girl—I just want to feel safe, loved, and a little bit spoiled.

My Perfect Home
I need a home that will provide structure, consistency, and calm leadership. I do best in a quieter environment where I don’t feel the need to manage everything around me. I could live with one calm, neutral dog, but I would truly thrive as your only pet where I can just relax and be loved.

A Soft Place to Land
I’m a sweet, mellow girl with just enough spunk to keep things interesting. Give me structure, give me love, and I’ll give you a loyal little companion who just wants to be your girl.

Etta is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $850.00. You can apply for her at freedomfrenchierescue.org, currently fostered with Tata in Florence, AZ. 

*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.

  Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty)

Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari

Hi, I'm Agatha.

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

*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.

  Professional Heart Thief, Daddy’s Girl Type

I don't fall in love quickly… but when I do, you'll wonder how you ever lived without me.

Hi, I'm Sonora. I'm three years old, weigh about thirty-two pounds, and for the first time in my life I'm learning that my worth has absolutely nothing to do with having puppies. I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue alongside my friend Rio after another rescue in Los Angeles reached out asking if they could help us. Before that, we had spent our lives living in a backyard where we were used for breeding, and while there are a lot of pieces of my story that no one will ever know, I've decided those chapters don't get to determine how the rest of my life turns out.

My first stop after rescue was a temporary foster home in San Diego, and apparently I made quite the first impression. I was so round that everyone became convinced I was pregnant. Plans were already being made, people were preparing for puppies, and then... surprise! I wasn't pregnant at all. I was simply getting ready to come into heat. I don't know who was more relieved, me or the rescue, but I can promise you we were all celebrating the same thing. No more babies. Ever. That chapter of my life is officially over, and I finally get to discover who Sonora is when she's allowed to simply be a dog.

If I had to describe myself today, I'd say I'm resilient, thoughtful, quietly funny, and fiercely loyal. I'm not usually the first dog to burst into the spotlight because I like taking my time. I watch, I listen, and I learn about the people around me before handing over my whole heart. Then one day, usually without anyone noticing exactly when it happened, I've decided you're my person. From that moment on, loving you becomes one of my favorite things to do.

Becoming Brave

Confidence isn't something that magically appears overnight. It's built one kind interaction, one gentle word, and one safe day at a time. Every morning I wake up just a little braver than I was the day before because every morning someone reminds me that this life is different from the one I left behind.

My skin is healing beautifully, soft little patches of fur are growing back where they once disappeared, and my body is finally getting the chance to recover from years of producing litter after litter. I've started taking short walks while I continue healing from my spay surgery, and every new adventure teaches me something wonderful. The world isn't nearly as scary as I once believed it was. Sometimes all it takes is someone believing in you long enough for you to start believing in yourself.

The most exciting part is that my personality keeps growing right alongside my confidence. Every week my foster family discovers something new about me, and I discover something new about myself. It's amazing how much a dog can blossom when she's finally given the freedom to simply exist without expectations.

My Heart Picks Its People

The biggest thing you'll notice about me isn't how pretty I am or how soft my ears are. It's how deeply I love once I trust you.

One of my favorite places in the entire world is resting my head across your belly while you gently rub between my eyes and scratch behind my ears. I could happily stay there for hours, completely convinced that life doesn't get much better than quiet moments spent with someone I love. Those little routines have become incredibly important to me because they remind me that I'm finally safe enough to relax.

I do have a confession to make, though. I have a tiny weakness for the gentlemen in the house. My foster mom laughs because she says if she wasn't the one feeding me and taking care of me every day, I'd probably steal her husband without a second thought. Then there's my foster brother, who never seems to stand a chance. I've learned that if I roll over, flash my adorable belly, and look at him with my big brown eyes, he'll usually stop whatever he's doing just to rub my tummy or sneak me a little extra attention. I like to think I've mastered the art of charming the guys, and honestly, they're making it way too easy.

Sometimes I hold onto my favorite people a little tightly in the beginning because I've never really had someone who belonged to me before. Rescue has taught me something beautiful, though. Love isn't something you have to guard. It grows the more you share it, and every day I'm learning to trust that the people who love me aren't going anywhere.

Finding Joy in the Little Things

Life has become incredibly exciting now that I actually get to enjoy it instead of simply surviving.

I'm absolutely obsessed with my little monkey toys, and if you hand me a chicken foot you've instantly earned VIP status in my book. I know exactly when breakfast and dinner are coming, and my whole body starts celebrating before the bowl even touches the floor. Sometimes I get so excited that I can't help but jump, spin, and dance around the kitchen because food has become something joyful instead of something uncertain.

One of my foster family's favorite little quirks is the way I drink water. Instead of patiently waiting for the bowl to be filled, I prefer drinking directly from the little waterfall while they're pouring fresh water into it. Apparently everyone else thinks that's hilarious. Personally, I just think fresh water tastes better straight from the source.

I've even met chickens, which everyone acted like was going to be a very big moment. I politely walked over, sniffed them, decided they weren't nearly as interesting as advertised, and wandered off to find something more exciting. No offense to the chickens, but they really need to work on their entertainment value.

A Willing Student

One of the easiest ways to my heart happens to be snacks, which works out pretty well because I'm incredibly food motivated and absolutely love learning. I've already mastered "sit," and my foster says I catch on quickly because I'm genuinely paying attention. I want to understand what you're asking of me, and when learning comes with a tasty reward, I'm even more enthusiastic.

I'm potty trained and have been doing wonderfully in my foster home. Like any dog, moving somewhere new can sometimes lead to a little confusion while we both learn each other's routines, but once I understand the schedule I settle in beautifully. My foster says I've made incredible progress, and I'm pretty proud of myself too.

We're still working on crate training, and I have to admit I'm a little dramatic about it. When it's time for me to settle into my crate or my own space, I might voice my opinion with a theatrical little tantrum first. I like everyone to know exactly how I feel before eventually deciding that maybe it's not so bad after all. A few reassuring belly rubs certainly help speed up the process, and before long I'm fast asleep wondering what all the fuss was about.

I'm also studying the other dogs every time they use the dog door. I haven't quite worked up the confidence to master it myself yet, but I'm watching closely. One of these days I'm going to surprise everyone and stroll through it like I've been doing it my whole life.

Relationships Take Time

I really enjoy being around other dogs, but I appreciate being allowed to meet them slowly. Taking time to decompress helps me build confidence and prevents me from feeling overwhelmed. Once I understand everyone is friendly and the routine makes sense, I settle in beautifully and happily coexist with my canine companions.

Every now and then, if I'm feeling unsure, the hair along my back might stand up for a moment. That's simply my way of saying I'm still figuring things out. The wonderful part is that I'm incredibly easy to redirect, and with calm leadership I move right along without any drama. My foster understands my body language, and because of that I've continued making wonderful progress every single week.

I'm playful, energetic, and always ready for a little fun. Right now my foster keeps reminding me that I'm still healing from surgery and need to take things easy, but if it were entirely up to me I'd happily spend the afternoon tossing toys across the room and inviting everyone to join me.

The Girl I've Always Been

Today my kennel cough is behind me, my skin continues improving with regular care, and my veterinarian says I'm a healthy girl with no underlying medical concerns. I do have a mild case of dry eye that's easily managed with inexpensive over-the-counter eye drops, but otherwise I'm feeling better than I ever have before.

More importantly, I'm finally becoming the dog I was always meant to be. Nobody changed who I am. Someone simply gave me enough love, patience, and safety for the real Sonora to finally step forward. It turns out she was pretty wonderful all along.

If you're looking for a loyal companion who loves deeply, learns quickly, makes you smile with her quiet little quirks, and believes belly rubs solve almost everything, I have a feeling my next chapter might begin with you. I've spent enough of my life giving to everyone else. Now I'm ready to discover what it feels like to be cherished simply because I'm Sonora.

Sonora is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, she is being fostered in Chandler, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1100.00, you can apply for Sonora at freedomfrenchierescue.org. Please review adoption process and everything about out of state adoptions is there also. 

*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.

   Hi, I'm Tortilla. The Bunny-Eared Frenchie Who Refuses to Be Ordinary.

I’m eight months old, weigh about 18 pounds, and before we go any further, yes… the ears are real. I know they're the first thing everyone notices, and honestly, I get it. They have a personality all their own. Some people say I look like a bunny, others think I have satellite dishes attached to my head, and Foster Mom swears I can probably hear a treat bag open from three counties away. Whatever the explanation is, they've become part of my charm, and I wear them proudly.

A Fresh Start Looks Pretty Good on Me

My story didn't start out nearly as cute as my ears.

I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society alongside another little dog who could practically be my twin. When I arrived, I was in rough shape. Mange had left me with very little fur, and life hadn't exactly been kind to me yet. But rescue has a funny way of changing everything.

Today, my skin has completely healed, my beautiful coat has grown back, I've been spayed, fully vetted, and I'm healthier than I've ever been. It's amazing what good food, great medical care, and people who believe in you can do.

About These Eyes...

You may notice I have two cherry eyes, and yes, they're part of my story too.

Most of the time they tuck themselves back where they belong, but when I get really excited or I'm running around playing, they like to make a surprise appearance. My veterinarians have determined that surgery would simply be cosmetic at this point, and Freedom Frenchie Rescue made the decision to save those medical funds for dogs whose lives depend on them.

The way I see it, if you're looking for perfection, you'll probably miss out on someone pretty extraordinary. The people meant for me won't see flaws. They'll see a happy little dog who doesn't let something unique define her.

Professional Playtime Coordinator

I'm still a puppy, which means I approach every single day with the enthusiasm of someone who just discovered life is the greatest thing ever.

If another dog wants to wrestle, I'm in. If there's a toy nearby, I'm already carrying it. If someone starts running, I'll gladly assume we're all participating in zoomies together. I absolutely adore my canine friends and genuinely enjoy being around people just as much. Chews are wonderful, meals disappear in record time, and every day is another opportunity to figure out what adventure comes next.

I'm also doggy-door trained, have been doing wonderfully with potty training, and I've gotten really good about letting Foster Mom know when I need to head outside. I'm a smart little girl who truly wants to do the right thing.

Life Skills Are Still a Work in Progress

Every puppy has a few things they're still learning, and I'm no exception.

At night, I sleep peacefully in my crate like a perfect little angel. During the day, however, I have some very strong opinions about being crated while everyone else continues living their lives without me. Foster Mom insists that learning patience is an important life skill. I remain unconvinced, although she tells me I'm making progress every week.

I'm also working on remembering that launching all eighteen pounds of myself directly into people's arms isn't technically considered polite greetings. Personally, I think enthusiastic hugs should always be encouraged, but apparently there are "manners" involved.

One Tiny Problem... The Vacuum Exists

I'd like to formally report the vacuum cleaner.

It is suspicious. It is loud. It rolls around the house acting like it owns the place, and someone clearly needs to put it in its place. Naturally, I've accepted that responsibility. Every time it appears, I make it very clear that I do not approve of its presence. Foster Mom has responded by putting me in another room whenever she vacuums, claiming it's easier than negotiating our ongoing disagreement.

I'm still pretty sure I'm winning.

Learning That the World Is a Safe Place

I ride beautifully in the car and enjoy being with my people wherever they go.

Sometimes brand-new places or unfamiliar situations can make me a little nervous. I'm still young, and I'm learning that the world is much bigger than I ever knew. With patience, encouragement, and continued socialization, my confidence continues to grow. I simply need a family that understands that courage isn't something you're born with—it's something you build one positive experience at a time.

Could You Be My Forever Family?

Everyone who meets me remembers the ears first.

But the people who really know me remember something much more important.

They remember the little puppy who fought her way back from neglect without losing her joyful spirit. The goofy girl who can make an entire room laugh without even trying. The playful best friend who loves other dogs, adores her people, and wakes up every morning convinced it's going to be the best day yet.

I'm finally healthy enough to leave my past behind and start the life I've always deserved.

Now I'm just looking for the family that's ready to start it with me.

Tortilla is vaccinated, microchipped and spay, she is currently fostered in Florence AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1500.00. you can apply on our website 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.

Part Goofball. Part Professional Troublemaker. Somehow Also a Bucket Thief. 100% Ready for Forever.

Hi, I’m Nopel! I’m about four years old, 45 pounds, and 100% English Bulldog, which means I came factory-equipped with wrinkles, opinions, selective hearing, and the confidence to make completely ridiculous decisions while maintaining direct eye contact. Apparently four years old makes me a grown woman, but I reject that classification because grown women probably don’t steal plastic buckets and parade them around the yard like they just won a new car on The Price Is Right. I’m playful, affectionate, sensitive, stubborn in all the ways an English Bulldog is contractually obligated to be, and somehow capable of turning completely ordinary situations into a full production.

The Part of My Story That Isn’t Funny

Before I became the ball-chasing, bucket-stealing comedian I am today, I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from Riverside County Animal Shelter with an enormous gaping wound on my neck. And when they say enormous, they mean it. The wound stretched across a huge portion of the side and underside of my neck, leaving the tissue underneath completely exposed. This wasn’t a little cut or something that could simply be cleaned up and forgotten about. It was a massive open wound, and there was no hiding how serious it was. Somehow, though, there I was—still standing, still trusting people, and apparently already planning my future career in stolen buckets.

My First Stop Was Surgery

Once I was safely in rescue, our veterinarian determined that some of the tissue surrounding that enormous wound was dead and needed to be surgically removed. I went into surgery so the damaged tissue could be cleared away and my body could have the best possible chance to regenerate healthy new tissue and skin. My veterinarian carefully closed as much of the wound as they safely could while intentionally leaving a small opening so fluid could continue to drain instead of becoming trapped underneath everything that was trying to heal. There was no quick fix for something this extensive. It was going to take medical care, patience, time, and a body willing to fight—and fortunately, I brought the last one with me.

Then My Body Did Something Pretty Incredible

For nearly two months, my foster family and medical team have watched that enormous wound get smaller and smaller. Week after week, healthy tissue filled in, new skin formed, and my neck continued healing at an incredible rate. What once covered such a huge portion of my neck is now down to one tiny little opening. I’m doing so well that my next big medical milestone is my spay, which is scheduled for next week. Considering where I started, I think we can all agree that my neck and I have accomplished some pretty impressive things together.

The Scar Is Part of Me, but It Isn’t My Personality

I may always carry some physical evidence of what happened to my neck, but I refuse to make that the most interesting thing about me. I didn’t come out of this afraid of life. I came out wanting to chase balls, steal buckets, follow my people everywhere, play with my foster sister, and insert myself into absolutely any situation that looks remotely entertaining. Whatever happened before rescue took a piece of my skin, but it did not get my personality. That thing is alive, well, and frankly a little out of control.

Now That We’ve Covered the Serious Stuff, We Need to Discuss My Ball

I have been through some things, yes, but I refuse to let adversity interfere with my commitment to BALL. Fetch, keep-away, chase it, lose it, find it, carry it around for absolutely no reason—I support the entire ball-based economy. If nobody is available to play with me, that’s okay because I am an independent woman with hobbies. I can entertain myself just fine, although I would obviously prefer an audience because some of my best work deserves witnesses.

The Pool Step Is Where I Conduct Important Business

One of my favorite places is the top step of the pool, especially when I have my ball with me. Unfortunately, my ball has developed a bizarre and completely unexplained tendency to fall into the water. Obviously, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. It just falls in there, somebody retrieves it for me, and then—wouldn’t you know it—it happens again. And again. And again. I realize this sounds suspicious, but I would appreciate everyone respecting my privacy while the investigation remains ongoing.

I Have a Completely Normal Relationship With Buckets

I love plastic buckets, particularly the ones with handles, and I see absolutely no reason why we need to make this weird. Some dogs like stuffed animals. Some dogs like ropes. I am a woman with industrial taste. If you leave a bucket where I can reach it, I may carry it away, throw it around, drag it somewhere completely unnecessary, or proudly parade past you like I just won it on a game show. If something important is currently being stored inside a bucket at your house, you should probably reconsider your organizational system before I move in because I cannot be held responsible for poor human planning.

Where Are You Going? Great, I’m Coming Too

As much as I love my toys, I love being with my people even more. If you walk into another room, there is a very good chance you’re going to hear 45 pounds of English Bulldog following directly behind you because whatever you’re doing has suddenly become a group project. Work from home? Perfect. I can supervise. Watching television all Saturday? Scoot over. Folding laundry? I have absolutely no useful skills to contribute, but emotionally I am completely available. I don’t need constant entertainment; I just really enjoy knowing my people are nearby.

Kids Are Fun, Dogs Are Friends, Cats Are Questionable

I love attention from grown people and little people, and I’ve spent time with my foster family’s two- and five-year-old grandkids and do great with them. When playtime gets exciting, though, I can occasionally forget that I am 45 pounds of English Bulldog and not a delicate little woodland creature. Little kids should always be supervised around me so I don’t accidentally bulldoze somebody during an especially enthusiastic moment. I’m not trying to knock anyone over; sometimes my personality simply arrives somewhere before my brakes do.

My Foster Sister Is Teaching Me the Fine Art of Sharing

I’ve also been learning how to live, play, and share with my foster sister, Freya. We have some fantastic play sessions together, especially after bath time, because apparently nothing says “freshly cleaned” quite like immediately losing our minds and playing ball together. Living with another dog has also been teaching me that toys, affection, dinner, and every other valuable resource in the universe do not actually belong exclusively to Nopel Incorporated. I admit this information came as a surprise, but I’m making progress.

Cats and I Have Agreed to See Other People

Cats are a different situation. Sometimes I can walk right past one like it doesn’t exist, and other times something in my brain apparently says, “You know what would improve this afternoon? Chasing that.” I can become pushy and bully them, and because my reactions aren’t consistent, my rescue believes a cat-free home is the best choice for everyone. I have plenty of other interests to keep me occupied, and I’m pretty sure the cats will appreciate this arrangement too.

I May Have a Mild Case of Main Character Syndrome

I like being first for affection, first for toys, first for dinner, and ideally first in your heart, your family photos, and any future estate planning. I can be a little bossy because apparently I spent some time believing I had been elected household president without anyone actually holding an election. Structure and consistent boundaries are good for me, especially when another dog is involved. I’m learning that I don’t have to be first every single time to still be loved, which is an important lesson for a girl who spent part of her life not knowing whether anyone was going to take care of her at all.

Potty Training, Doggie Doors & the Occasional Formal Complaint

I use a doggie door and do a great job taking myself outside. I’ve had a few isolated marking incidents while adjusting to foster life, and they have tended to happen after I’ve been corrected because apparently I am capable of filing a formal complaint without access to a pen. We’re working on it. I respond much better to calm, firm redirection than raised voices, and once I understand what is expected of me, I’m very capable of following the household routine.

Leaving Me Alone May Result in an Inventory Audit

When my family leaves the house, I’m generally a good girl. The word “generally” is doing a little work here because I have been known to become opportunistic when nobody is supervising me. A bag of chips left within reach? That feels irresponsible on your part. An unattended bucket? We’ve already discussed my position. Something interesting sitting somewhere I can investigate it? I am simply gathering information. Keeping tempting things put away and giving me appropriate toys makes life easier for everyone, although admittedly less exciting for me.

At Night, Even the Comedian Clocks Out

I understand the bedtime routine and will go into my crate, although my foster family usually leaves the crate door open so I can use the doggie door if I need to. I sleep quietly through the night, and sometimes in the morning you’ll find me patiently waiting at the bottom of the stairs for everyone to wake up and tell me good morning. I might have a big personality during business hours, but even I understand there is a respectable time to begin the morning festivities.

Apparently I’m Also a Spa Girl

Baths don’t bother me at all. I’ll come right over to my bath spot, cooperate while my foster mom gets me cleaned up, and let her groom me afterward. Then, once I’m fresh and beautiful, I’m ready to completely undo everyone’s hard work by playing. I also happen to believe goofy noises and ridiculous songs are an official invitation to party, so if you’re the kind of person who makes up nonsense songs about your dog while doing chores around the house, congratulations. I have been waiting for you.

There’s a Sensitive Girl Underneath All This Comedy

This is probably the most important thing my forever family needs to understand about me. I am funny, confident, playful, stubborn, ridiculous, affectionate, and sometimes a whole lot of personality stuffed into 45 pounds of English Bulldog, but underneath all of that I am incredibly sensitive. I came into rescue carrying physical evidence that life had not always been kind to me, and whatever happened before I arrived is something I can’t explain. What my foster family does know is that raised voices don’t help me. I respond best to calm, firm correction, consistency, patience, and someone who shows me what they want instead of frightening me when I get something wrong.

I’m Learning What It Means to Feel Safe

Over the last two months, people haven’t just been healing my neck. They’ve been teaching me what life is supposed to feel like. I’ve learned routines, boundaries, playtime, bath time, doggie doors, family life, sharing, sleeping safely at night, and waking up knowing the same people will still be there in the morning. My personality has gotten bigger as my wound has gotten smaller, and I think that tells you everything you need to know about what feeling safe has done for me.

So What Kind of Forever Am I Looking For?

I’m looking for a family that appreciates a big English Bulldog personality but is willing to give that personality some structure. I need patience, consistency, plenty of affection, playtime, continued guidance, and a cat-free home. I need someone who understands that a sensitive dog can also be a hilarious dog and that the girl who makes you laugh by stealing a bucket may also need you to calmly remind her that she is safe, she is loved, and she doesn’t have to be in charge of absolutely everything anymore.

I Survived the Hard Part. Now I Want the Good Part.

When I arrived from Riverside County Animal Shelter, a huge portion of my neck was open and the tissue underneath was exposed. Since then, I’ve gone through surgery, wound care, nearly two months of healing, and a whole lot of learning about what happens when humans show up for you instead of letting you down. Soon I’ll be spayed, my tiny remaining wound will finish closing, and there will really only be one thing left that nobody at the veterinary hospital can give me—a permanent address.

I don’t need someone to feel sorry for me because I am so much bigger than what happened to me. I need someone who looks past the scar and sees the ridiculous, sensitive, affectionate, ball-obsessed, bucket-stealing English Bulldog standing on the other side of it and thinks, “Yep. That absolute lunatic is ours.” Because I’m Nopel, and after everything it took to get me here, I think I’m finally ready to stop healing in someone else’s home and start living in my own.

Nopel is spay vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently being fostered in Gilbert, AZ, you can apply for her on our website 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.

Suri here-Missing One Eye, Never Missing the Fun! 

WELL… I’M BACK, GUYS!!

Yup. I went to Seattle for a week, and let’s just say… worst vacation ever.  ️ Zero stars. Do not recommend.

I was given basically zero decompression time. By day one after a long ass flight, I was already being put in front of little kids, and by day three, a trainer was being called and saying I needed to be returned. No I never met the trainer…

Want to know why this all happened? Because I nipped at the kids.

Here’s the thing — I was kid tested before I left and I did AMAZING. I loved them! But rescue dogs are not robots. Put yourself in my paws for a second. I flew to another state, walked into a completely unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people, smells, sounds, routines and expectations…and before I even had a chance to figure out where the heck I was, I was expected to interact with little kids.

Four-year-olds don’t understand decompression. They don’t always understand a dog saying, “I need some space.” And that’s okay — they’re four! But because my rescue can’t control what happens once I leave, my new requirement will be children 12 and older.

So Mo booked a flight, came all the way back to Seattle to get me, and now I’m HOME with my rescue and ready to try this again.

But this time, I need a SERIOUS furever. Like really fkn serious, people.

I need someone who understands that when I arrive, I may be scared. I don’t know you yet. I don’t know your house, your family, your smells, your routine or your other pets. Give me at least two weeks to decompress and let me learn that I’m safe.

Does that mean I don’t want cuddles and to be babied? Please. Of course I do. (see above pictures) But let me come to you. Let me get my bearings. Let me learn your home and let YOU learn me.

Don’t rush me. I’m not rushing you. To be fair to me I am still navigating this loosing an eye thing...

If we’re really going to spend the rest of our lives together, what’s two weeks?

I’m back. I’m safe. And I’m still waiting for my REAL furever. 

I'm a little 17-pound French Bulldog with a soft heart, a gentle soul, and a personality that continues to blossom every single day. When you first meet me, I can be a little reserved while I take everything in. I like to observe my surroundings, make sure I feel safe, and learn who everyone is before I completely open up. But once I know I'm home and surrounded by people I can trust, you'll quickly discover that I'm playful, affectionate, and happiest when I'm included in whatever the family is doing. Whether you're folding laundry, watching television, cooking dinner, or simply walking from one room to another, you'll probably find me tagging along because being near my people is one of my favorite places to be. 

My journey to Freedom Frenchie Rescue wasn't the happiest beginning. I was one of three little Frenchie girls who were abandoned when our family moved away, leaving us behind without understanding what we had done wrong. Thankfully, the rescue stepped in and gave us the second chance every dog deserves. Since arriving, I've learned what it feels like to be safe, loved, and cared for, and every day my confidence grows a little more because of the kindness I've been shown. 

My One-Eyed Adventure

When I first arrived, everyone noticed something unusual about one of my eyes. I had a dermoid covering most of it, and over time the condition caused my eye to shrink. Unfortunately, saving the eye wasn't possible, and after consulting with specialists, the decision was made to remove it completely so I could finally live comfortably. The amazing part is how quickly I adapted. Having one eye is simply my normal, and I don't spend a second thinking I'm any different from the other dogs. I run, wrestle, chase toys, explore the yard, cuddle on the couch, and enjoy every single day without letting my missing eye slow me down. My foster mom says I doesn't define me—it just makes me a little more unique. One of my cutest little habits is the way I tilt my head whenever something catches my attention. Since I only have one eye, I like to angle my head just enough to make sure I get the very best view of whatever is happening around me. My foster mom laughs and says I'm "giving everyone the eye," and honestly, she's probably right. I never want to miss out on the excitement, even if the excitement is simply watching someone make dinner or hearing the treat bag crinkle from across the room. 

My Favorite Things 

Nothing makes me happier than spending time with my foster brother, Kane. We wrestle, chase each other through the house, nap together, and somehow always manage to convince ourselves that one more round of playtime is a great idea. I have my own special way of getting his attention too. If he's ignoring me, I'll gently reach over and high-five him right in the face. If that doesn't work, I'll bounce over with the tiniest little nibble on his ear until he realizes I'm very serious about playing. It's all part of our daily routine, and it always makes my foster family laugh because I have absolutely no problem letting him know when I think it's time for fun. Because I've grown so much having Kane by my side, my rescue would really love to see me go to a home with another playful French Bulldog. Having another dog gives me confidence, keeps me active, and fills my days with companionship. I love having someone to wrestle with, share naps with, and simply exist alongside. Of course, I also enjoy my humans just as much. When playtime is over, you'll usually find me curled up beside you on the couch, quietly enjoying your company while you relax after a long day. 

Living My Best Frenchie Life

If I had to describe my perfect day, it would include a little bit of everything. I'd start with some wrestling and zoomies around the house, followed by a nap with my foster brother, then maybe another play session just because we can. Somewhere in the middle, I'd definitely make time to stretch out in a warm patch of sunshine because I absolutely love sunbathing. There is just something about feeling the warmth on my back that makes me completely content. I think life is meant to be enjoyed, whether that's playing with my best friend, soaking up the Arizona sunshine, or ending the day snuggled next to the people I love. 

Things I'm Still Learning 

Like many rescue dogs, I'm still working on a few things, and potty training is one of them. I'm making progress every week, but I do have one very big distraction... the neighborhood cats. Every time we go outside, they somehow appear near the sliding glass door, and suddenly I've completely forgotten why I went outside in the first place. Potty pads have also been a little hit or miss, but my foster family continues to encourage me with patience and consistency, and I'm learning more every day. I'll need a forever family who understands that learning new routines takes time and who will celebrate all of my little victories along the way. 

My Perfect Family

I'm looking for a family that understands the best relationships aren't always instant. Sometimes the sweetest dogs simply need a little time before their personalities fully bloom, and once mine does, you'll discover a silly, loving, playful little Frenchie who wants nothing more than to make memories with her family. I'd especially love another playful French Bulldog to share my adventures with, a home where cuddles are plentiful, and people who will appreciate both my gentle nature and my goofy side. I may only have one eye, but I don't feel like anything is missing. I see every day as another opportunity to play a little harder, love a little bigger, and enjoy every sunny spot, couch cuddle, and ear nibble life has to offer. I'm simply waiting for the family who will look at me and realize they've been missing me too. 

Suri is vaccinated, microchipped, and spay, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. she is being fostered in Mesa, AZ and you can apply for her 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.

MEET VELMA — TOYS, BELLY RUBS & A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE SRINKLED WITH LOYALTY

Hi, I’m Velma! I’m estimated to be about two years old, weigh around 21 pounds, and I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from Riverside County Animal Shelter after I was found as a stray. Nobody knows exactly what my life looked like before I landed at the shelter, but everyone is pretty sure I belonged to someone at some point. I know how to live in a house, I’m potty trained, I’m great in my crate, and I definitely understand that humans are responsible for important things like treats, belly scratches, snuggles and, above all else, TOYS. I have a lot of happy, loving energy packed into this little body, and every day that I feel safer, more of it comes pouring out.

TOYS ARE BASICALLY MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY

When I say I love toys, I need you to understand that we are not talking about a casual hobby here. My day can start with a toy in my mouth and end with a toy in my mouth, with approximately 400 toy-related activities happening in between. If you let me play outside all day, I absolutely would. Catch? Yes. Chase? Absolutely. Fetch? Well, I will enthusiastically run after whatever you throw, but apparently there is some expectation that I’m supposed to bring it back to you, and I don’t remember agreeing to those terms. I’m especially looking forward to cooler weather when I can spend more time outside without my foster humans ruining all my fun with their responsible decisions about French Bulldogs and Arizona heat.

GIVE ME A MINUTE AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS

When I first came into rescue, I was nervous, guarded, and unsure about people touching me. During those first couple of days, I could even be a little snappy because I simply didn’t know what anyone expected from me or whether I was safe. Nobody knows what happened before I arrived, so Freedom Frenchie Rescue didn't force affection or expect me to immediately trust people I had just met. They gave me space, let me watch, and allowed me to figure things out at my own pace. That was exactly what I needed, because once I realized nobody here was going to hurt me, everything started changing incredibly quickly.

THE TRUST IS BUILDING FAST

Every single day, my walls come down a little more, and underneath them is one seriously loving little girl. The trust that everyone wondered might take weeks or months to build has started developing so quickly, and once I decide you're safe, you get an entirely different Velma. I'm affectionate, silly, energetic, curious, and becoming more comfortable asking for attention instead of wondering whether I should avoid it. The girl who didn't want anyone touching her at first is quickly turning into a total love bug who genuinely wants to be close to her people, and watching that transformation has been pretty incredible.

WANT TO WIN ME OVER? IGNORE ME

One of the best ways to become my friend is actually to stop trying so hard to become my friend. Sit down on the floor, relax, and pretend I'm not there because eventually my curiosity will take over. I'll wander toward you, investigate the situation, hang around for a minute, and before you know it, the supposedly independent little dog is climbing into your lap looking for affection. Giving me the choice to come to you makes all the difference because every time I make that decision for myself and something good happens, my confidence in people grows a little stronger.

BELLY SCRATCHES WILL EXPOSE MY TRUE IDENTITY

I have this hilarious little routine where I'll come over for pets, run away, circle back, disappear behind you, and then wait to see if you'll reach around and scratch my belly. Please do, because whatever tough-girl act I was attempting immediately disappears. Once that belly rub starts, I'm yours. The more comfortable I become, the more everyone realizes that underneath my initial hesitation is a ridiculously affectionate little girl who wants to love and be loved. I don't need someone to force a relationship with me; I need someone willing to let that relationship happen naturally, because once it does, you're getting one heck of a love bug.

THE OTHER DOGS ARE BECOMING MY CREW

I live with other dogs, and as I've settled in and become more confident, I've shown just how much I enjoy having them around. I can entertain myself perfectly well, especially when I've got my toys, but I really do love the companionship of other dogs and enjoy being part of everything happening around me. I've been good at reading other dogs' energy, and while I can sometimes be protective of my precious toys, I've also allowed another dog to take one from me without turning it into a big production. As my trust and confidence continue to grow, so does my willingness to engage, relax, and simply enjoy being one of the dogs.

THERE IS A LOT GOING ON BEHIND THESE EYES

I'm incredibly observant and always paying attention to what's happening around me, even when it looks like I'm completely consumed by whatever toy happens to be in front of me. I'll sit for treats, I'll sit for a toy, I'm potty trained, and I've had zero accidents in my crate. Open my crate door and I'll walk right inside without a fight because I understand the routine. When I transition into a new environment, I may not eat normally for the first few days while I figure everything out, but once I feel safe and understand what's happening around me, I settle in beautifully.

ROAD TRIPS, BATHS & DOMESTICATED DOG PROBLEMS

I do pretty well in the car and don't mind heading out for a ride, so I'm happy to join you for adventures once we've built that relationship and I'm comfortable with you. Baths are another story because I wouldn't exactly put them on my list of life's greatest experiences, but I'll get in there and tolerate the indignity because apparently being a domesticated dog means occasionally having humans wash all the perfectly good dog smell off of you. I have accepted this unfortunate reality and will cooperate accordingly.

PLAY HARD, LOVE HARD & THEN PASS OUT

I'm still a young French Bulldog, so when I'm ready to play, I bring some serious energy to the situation. I love being silly, rolling around on chairs, scratching my back, racing around, playing with my toys, interacting with the other dogs, and making everybody laugh. Then, because I am still a Frenchie and we believe strongly in balance, I'll eventually crash and sleep like I haven't rested in six months. I could thrive with an active family that wants to play and interact with me, but I could also be happy in a calmer home because I'm really good at entertaining myself and don't need someone constantly creating activities for me.

I NEED SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE FIRST FEW DAYS AREN'T THE WHOLE STORY

For now, Freedom Frenchie Rescue is recommending children 12 and older because I'm still learning what life looks like when I don't have to keep my guard up, and my toy obsession can be pretty intense. My adopter needs to understand that the Velma they meet on day one may not be the Velma they have a week later. Give me decompression time, don't overwhelm me, let me learn your routine, and allow me to decide when I'm ready for affection. My foster family did exactly that, and my trust has grown incredibly quickly because they listened to what I needed instead of expecting me to immediately become the dog they wanted me to be.

SMALL GIRL, BIG PERSONALITY & AN EVEN BIGGER HEART

Despite my white and cream coat, I currently haven't shown the significant allergy issues people sometimes expect with light-colored Frenchies. I could probably stand to gain another pound or two, but otherwise I'm a compact little 21-pound girl with a huge personality and an even bigger capacity for love. I'm potty trained, crate trained, dog friendly, smart, playful, affectionate, and completely committed to making sure the toy industry remains financially stable for years to come.

YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS GIRL

I may make you earn my trust at first, but once you have it, you're going to understand exactly why everyone around me has fallen in love. There is so much happiness, affection, playfulness, and loving energy inside this little body that it almost feels like I'm making up for lost time. I love my dog friends, I'm learning how wonderful people can be, and every day I'm becoming more confident about showing everyone who I really am. Passing me by because I need a little patience in the beginning would mean missing out on the very best part—the moment I decide you're my person and all that love I've been holding onto finally belongs to you. Give me some space, a little patience, plenty of belly scratches, and an unreasonable number of toys, and I'll take it from there.

Velma is Spay, Vaccinated, and microchipped. Her adoption donation fee is $1150.00 she is currently being fostered in Florence, AZ. You can apply for this amazing sweet girl at freedomfrenchierescue@gmail.com

*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.

MEET BINDI — 18 POUNDS OF WRESTLING, SUNSHINE & SPACE-CADET ENERGY

FROM STRAY TO SAFE

Hi, I’m Bindi! I’m three years old, weigh a whopping 18 pounds, and I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society after I was found as a stray. When I arrived, I had painful masses in my ears that bothered me so much I was constantly digging at them. FFR knew I needed help and got me into surgery, and I eventually had TECA surgery. My hearing may be different now, but I'm comfortable, happy, and living my very best little Bindi life.

YES, I CAN HEAR YOU… MOSTLY

Let's clear something up because people hear "TECA" and assume I can't hear anything. Yes, I can hear, but my hearing isn't 100%, so sometimes you're going to have to speak a little louder to get my attention. Interestingly, my hearing seems to experience a miraculous recovery when a bag of chips opens. I can also detect a food dish being prepared from what feels like three rooms away, and I'll immediately appear beside you asking whether you've considered sharing. So don't worry about me too much—I may miss you calling my name occasionally, but somehow I never miss snack-related activities.

TURNS OUT, I’M NOT JUST A SPACE CADET

My foster dad has always said I'm one of the easiest, sweetest little girls, and that part hasn't changed. What HAS changed is that apparently I was holding out on everyone because now that I'm comfortable, my playful side has arrived. I still have my hilarious Bindi moments where I stare out the window or sit outside contemplating the meaning of life, but now I might follow that up by body-slamming one of my friends and starting a wrestling match. I contain multitudes.

SURI, PREPARE TO RUMBLE

I'm currently fostered with Suri, and somewhere along the way, we became really good friends and playmates. I LOVE having another little dog around who wants to wrestle, play, and participate in my daily nonsense. Watching the two of us together has shown everyone just how much I enjoy canine companionship because once I'm comfortable, I'm not just hanging around the other dogs anymore—I'm joining the fun. A home with another playful dog could be a really great fit for me.

WELCOME TO MY HOME, PLEASE ACCEPT YOUR KISSES

If you have guests over, don't worry about greeting them because I've already assigned myself that job. I am the official welcoming committee, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. New person at the door? Excellent. Please come inside so I can greet you with hugs, kisses, and enough enthusiasm to make you wonder whether we've actually met before. I LOVE people, I love getting pets, and if I could carry your guests' bags inside like a tiny 18-pound butler, I absolutely would. Unfortunately, I lack both thumbs and upper-body strength, so hugs and kisses will have to do.

OUTSIDE IS BETTER WHEN MY PERSON IS THERE

I love being outside, especially when my person comes with me. Give me some nice weather, a little sunshine, a yard to wander around in, and my human nearby, and I'm one happy little girl. I don't need you to entertain me every second because I'm perfectly capable of exploring, sniffing, watching the world, or finding a comfortable place to hang out. I just really like knowing you're there because apparently sunshine is better when you have somebody you love sitting in it with you.

YES, I STILL TALK TO MYSELF

One of my funniest qualities hasn't changed at all: I talk to myself ALL THE TIME. I'll wander around mumbling, grumbling, investigating something, playing with a toy, or apparently having a very serious conversation with absolutely nobody. Maybe it's because my hearing is limited, or maybe I simply find myself fascinating. Either way, living with me means occasionally wondering who Bindi is talking to before realizing the answer is, once again, Bindi.

INDEPENDENT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LOVE YOU

I'm a really nice combination of affectionate and independent. I love my people and will absolutely come looking for pets and affection, but I don't need to be attached to you every second of the day. I can wrestle with Suri, entertain myself, find a comfy place to nap, or just hang out while you're doing your own thing. Then I'll decide I've gone long enough without attention and come remind you that there's an adorable 18-pound Frenchie standing nearby who could really use some scratches.

FOOD CHANGES EVERYTHING

I'm incredibly laid-back about most things in life, but when food enters the situation, all bets are off. My foster dad cooks food in the crockpot, which means I'm expected to smell something delicious for HOURS before anyone actually feeds me. I continue to believe this qualifies as psychological warfare, so when dinner is finally served, you can bet I'm showing up early. I'm also learning to catch treats, and while my enthusiasm is considerably better than my accuracy, I refuse to give up.

I'VE GOT THE HOUSE ROUTINE DOWN

I know how to use the doggy door, and if I can't get outside, I know how to use a potty pad. I'm easy to have around the house, happy to sleep wherever I find a comfortable spot, and perfectly capable of settling when playtime is over. I can go from wrestling match to professional napper without much transition time, which is basically one of the core requirements of being a French Bulldog.

TINY GIRL, VERY BIG LIFE

At only 18 pounds, I'm a tiny little package with a lot more personality than anyone originally realized. I love car rides and being included in adventures, but I'm equally happy spending the day with my person, my dog friends, some sunshine, good food, and a comfortable place to nap. I'm sweet, funny, playful, affectionate, dog friendly, and apparently qualified for a future career in hospitality if someone can figure out how to make me a tiny butler uniform.

I THINK I'VE GOT THIS HAPPY THING FIGURED OUT

After everything I've been through, I'm not asking for anything complicated. I want a person who loves me, another dog who wouldn't mind the occasional Bindi wrestling championship, some outside time when the weather is nice, plenty of pets, good food, and a comfortable place to crash when the fun is over. My hearing may not be 100%, but my ability to love absolutely is—and between my kisses, wrestling matches, space-cadet moments, snack detection system, and personal welcoming committee services, life with me is going to be anything but boring.

Bindi is spayed,vaccinated, and microchipped and her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently fostered in Scottsdale, AZ and you can apply for her on our website 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.

    Tata — Your Happy Little Ride-or-Die

Older, Wiser… Still Got the Zoomies

Hi hi! I’m Tata. I’m about 7 years old, 25 lbs, and I’ve officially entered my “happy, chill… but also sometimes chaotic” era. I’m a sweet, loving guy who enjoys the simple things—good food, good naps, and being around my people. But don’t let my age fool you… I still get the zoomies and like to have a little fun.

My Story (and Why I Deserve My Own Life)

I came into the shelter with Etta, and while we’ve been through a lot together, we’re starting to realize we may not be the best match for each other long term. Sometimes when dogs go through hard things, they rely on each other in ways that aren’t always healthy. I’m ready to learn how to just be me—to relax, grow, and live my own happy life without that extra stress.

I’ve Got the Basics Down

I’m potty trained and will go right to the door when I need to go out. I had a couple of accidents when I first got settled, but once I understand the routine, I do really well. Give me consistency and I’ll absolutely follow your lead.

Playtime… But I’m Still Learning

I really love other dogs and I want to play, but sometimes I get a little too excited and it can come off a bit intense. I’m not trying to cause problems, I just don’t always know how to keep it calm yet. The good news is I’m very easy to redirect and I listen when my human steps in. I would do best with a calm, submissive dog around my size, or I’d be just as happy being your one and only.

 I Feel Big Feelings Sometimes

I can get a little overstimulated when meeting new people, but I calm down quickly with the right direction. I also have a bit of separation anxiety at times—I just really love my people and like knowing you’re there.

Food, Baths, and My Glow-Up Era

I eat like a champ and never miss a meal. I’m currently on a salmon and potato diet and doing great with it. I came into rescue with some skin issues, but I’m already looking and feeling so much better. My itchiness is improving, my coat is coming back, and I get baths twice a week. Not my favorite thing, but I tolerate it like a good boy.

Certified Lover Boy

I am a total lover. Cuddles, massages, attention—I want all of it. You can tell I didn’t always have that kind of love before, so now I really soak it in. If you give me a little love, I’ll give you everything right back and then some.

Let’s Go Somewhere

I love going for car rides and being out with my people. I’m happy just being included in whatever you’re doing.

 What I Need From You

I’m a quick learner and I know my basic commands, but I do need structure. If you give me clear boundaries and consistency, I will absolutely thrive. If not, I might try to make my own rules… and we probably don’t want that.

My Perfect Home

I would do best in a calm, structured home with someone who understands how to guide me. A dog my size who is more submissive would be a great fit, or I could be perfectly happy as your only dog. If someone chooses to adopt me with Etta, we would need to be the only dogs in the home so we can keep things balanced.

Just a Good Boy Ready for His Chance

I’m a low-maintenance kind of guy—just give me a little guidance, a lot of love, and I’ll give you everything I’ve got. I’m happy, I’m sweet, and I’m ready to finally just be me.

Tata is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. He is being fostered in Florence, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $850.00 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.

  Meet Decatur — The Quiet Gentleman

Decatur came to us from Maricopa County after being surrendered by his owners at 10 years old for “aggression.” We’re going to be very clear here… we have not seen that dog. What we’ve seen is a calm, observant, older gentleman trying to figure out a brand new world.

His Reset Era (Decompression Matters)

Decatur has been with us for several days now, doing exactly what dogs need—decompressing. He’s been crate resting, coming out on his own terms to potty, and slowly taking in his surroundings.

There was a moment where another dog wandered into his space… and nothing happened. No reaction, no escalation. Just awareness. That tells us everything we need to know—this is a dog who doesn’t want chaos.

We will only consider homes that understand the importance of a proper 2-week decompression. No immediate dog intros. No forcing relationships. Let him settle first—always.

Dog Energy Match (This Matters)

Decatur doesn’t need a high-energy, in-your-face playmate. He needs a neutral, respectful dog—the kind that minds their business.

Think calm. Think unbothered. Think “Twig energy.”

That’s where he will thrive.

Personality & Daily Life

For a 10-year-old, Decatur still has a little spark. He’ll chase a ball, grab it, and proudly lay down with it like he just won the game—no returns required.

He’s quiet.
He doesn’t bark.
He doesn’t create chaos.

He sleeps most of the day, enjoys the sun, and just wants a peaceful place to exist.

Health & Care

Decatur is currently being treated for a mild case of kennel cough with antibiotics.

He also has an eye that requires drops to prevent dryness—this is part of loving a senior dog. Nothing complicated, just consistency.

He crates well, has no accidents, and may graze on his food rather than eat all at once.

Transport Policy (Read This Before Applying)

We are receiving a lot of interest in Decatur—but we need to be clear:

Out-of-state adopters must arrange and pay for transport.

Our funds go to dogs in critical medical need. We cannot allocate rescue resources toward transport costs.

His Perfect Home

Decatur is for someone who:
Understands older dogs
Respects decompression
Values peace over chaos
Is okay with a low-maintenance, quiet companion

He doesn’t need much.
Just consistency, patience, and a soft place to land.

Final Word

Decatur isn’t broken. He’s not aggressive.
He’s just… misunderstood and finally exhaling.

Now he just needs somewhere to finish his story.

Decatur is vaccinated, microchipped, and neutered his adoption donation fee is $550.00. He is in a temporary foster, he needs a forever home ASAP located in Phoenix area. You can apply for him on our website 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.

   Hi, I'm Baxter.

The Guy Who Somehow Turned Being a Stray Into a Personality Trait.

Life has been a bit of an adventure so far. I was originally found as a stray in Kern County, California, and from there I started what can only be described as a very unnecessary road trip. I was transferred to Los Angeles, eventually made my way to Arizona, and finally landed with my foster family in Tucson. Nobody knows exactly what happened before I was rescued, but whatever my story was before, it clearly prepared me to handle change pretty well. Since arriving in rescue, I've settled into foster life like I've been doing it forever. I sailed through my neuter surgery, have shown no signs of any medical issues, and every day I become a little more convinced that the couch was invented specifically for me.

Equal Parts Athlete and Professional Cuddler

If you ask my foster family what I spend most of my time doing, the answer depends entirely on what time of day you ask. Some days I'm flying through the house at full speed with a toy in my mouth, launching myself over furniture like I'm auditioning for an action movie. Other times I'm completely convinced that my purpose in life is to be attached to a human at all times. I love to play, I love to wrestle with my toys, and I especially love anything that involves a game of fetch. Once I've burned through my energy, though, I'm perfectly happy to curl up next to my people and spend the rest of the evening supervising whatever they're doing.

A Man of Routine

One thing you'll quickly learn about me is that I take my schedule seriously. Every morning starts with a sprint outside to handle business, followed by an immediate return to the kitchen for breakfast. Once breakfast is secured, I head right back outside again just to make sure the yard is still there. It's an efficient system that I've spent a lot of time perfecting. I am also extremely food motivated, which means training me is pretty straightforward. The downside is that if you're taking too long to pour my breakfast, there's a good chance I'll try to assist. My foster family has accidentally poured kibble directly onto my head more than once because I insist on being involved in the process.

The Little Things That Make Me... Me

I have a few quirks that my foster family finds endlessly entertaining. For example, I absolutely love slippers, but only if they're attached to someone's foot. A slipper sitting on the floor is completely uninteresting. A slipper attached to a moving human suddenly becomes the greatest toy ever created. I also enjoy licking ears and toes, which apparently isn't something every dog does, although I personally think everyone is overreacting. Then there's my famous "froggy stance." If you scratch the middle of my ribs while I'm standing, my legs spread out and I strike a pose that has caused more laughter in my foster home than I care to admit. They've spent weeks trying to capture it on camera, and somehow every attempt has failed.

Sleep Is a Full-Body Experience

When bedtime rolls around, I become one of the least dignified creatures on the planet. Most dogs curl up in a nice neat little ball. I sleep completely upside down with all four legs pointing in different directions like someone assembled me without reading the instructions. It's not uncommon for my foster family to walk by and stop to make sure I'm actually alive because I look so ridiculously comfortable. The good news is that I sleep soundly and wake up ready to tackle another day of being adorable.

About Other Dogs

I get along with many dogs, but I also think honesty is important when you're looking for a forever family. I generally do best with dogs around my size who have easygoing personalities. Bigger dogs or dogs that are very assertive can sometimes create situations where I make less-than-stellar decisions. The best way my foster family describes it is that when another dog gives me a warning, I occasionally mistake it for the beginning of a conversation rather than the end of one. Because of that, I benefit from slow introductions, clear boundaries, and humans who are willing to help me continue building good habits. I'm not looking for conflict; sometimes I just need a little help reading the room. I need a leader and someone that will listen to the guidance of the rescue and my foster family. They do know me best!

Why I Think We'd Be Great Together

At the end of the day, I'm a young dog with a huge heart and an even bigger personality. I love people, I do great with kids, I'm potty trained, I listen well to my humans, and I genuinely enjoy being part of whatever is happening around me. I'm the kind of dog who will make you laugh when you least expect it, follow you from room to room just because I want to be near you, and then fall asleep upside down on your couch like I pay the mortgage.

My life started with a few detours, but I think I've finally reached the part of the story where I find my family. I'm looking for people who appreciate a dog with character, a little bit of sass, and a whole lot of love to give. If you're searching for a best friend who can keep you entertained, keep your lap warm, and occasionally remind you that slippers are never truly yours, I think we should meet.

Love,
Baxter

I am vaccinated, microchipped and neutered, currently I am being fostered in Tucson, AZ. You can apply for me at freedomfrenchierescue.org and my adoption donation fee is $1100.00.

*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.

  Hi, I'm Koda 

Hi, I’m Koda! I’m about four years old, weigh a whopping 18 pounds, and I’ve been with Freedom Frenchie Rescue since May. Yeah, that’s a long time to be waiting, but those months have given me something I desperately needed: time. Time to heal, time to learn, time to trust, and time to finally show everyone who I really am. The Koda who arrived in May and the Koda you’re reading about today are two very different little dogs, and everyone who has watched my journey is incredibly proud of how far I’ve come.

My journey with Freedom Frenchie Rescue started when the team traveled to Ventura County Animal Shelter to pick up another bulldog named Scarlett. They weren't planning on bringing me home too, but then they saw my handsome little face and apparently that plan went right out the window. I like to think of myself as the impulse purchase at the checkout line, except instead of grabbing a candy bar, they came home with an 18-pound French Bulldog who would eventually take over the sofa, steal an office chair, collect some dog friends, and become somebody's tiny little shadow.

When I first arrived in May, I had skin issues, missing fur along my back and body, and a whole lot to learn about living safely and comfortably in a home. I needed more than medical care because I also needed consistency, boundaries, patience, and people willing to let me figure things out without overwhelming me. My skin has healed beautifully, my fur has grown back, and I'm medically healthy, but some of my biggest changes aren't things you can see in a photograph. I'm more confident, more trusting, more affectionate, and finally beginning to understand that the people who love me aren't going anywhere.

I am absolutely full of love, but I don't necessarily want a bunch of humans towering over me, reaching down, and immediately getting into my space before I've decided we're friends. Think about it—I’m tiny, and the world looks pretty different from down here. Get down on my level, give me a little space, and let me make the first move. I promise curiosity will eventually get the best of me, and once I decide you're safe, that little wall comes down quickly. I don't need anyone to force me into trusting them because if you give me the opportunity to choose you, I will—and once I do, I will love you forever.

Once you're one of my people, I'm a serious little clinger. I love being near my human, knowing where you are, and making myself comfortable wherever you've decided to spend your time. If you're on the sofa, there's a pretty good chance I'm coming too. If you're heading somewhere in the car, I naturally assume my invitation has already been confirmed. I do pretty well riding in the car, although I remain convinced that your lap is the safest and most appropriate seat in the vehicle. I'm finally getting to be the silly, affectionate, people-loving little guy who was hiding underneath all that uncertainty when I first arrived.

I absolutely adore my foster dad, and when he isn't home, I've discovered the next best thing: his office chair. I'll climb right up there and sleep in his spot like I'm keeping it warm until he gets back. There's something about being where my person usually sits that makes me feel comfortable and safe. Considering I've also claimed the sofa as my personal headquarters, there is definitely a developing theme here involving Koda and furniture ownership, but I'm only 18 pounds, so surely there's enough room in this house for everybody.

I love having other dogs around and genuinely enjoy the companionship of my furry friends. Some days I'll sleep in the room with the other dogs, other days I'll sleep in my kennel, and I'm comfortable having both options. I don't need every second of my day to revolve around another dog, but being part of a pack has been really good for me and has helped me become more comfortable and confident. Give me my person, some dog friends, a comfortable sofa, and a bone to chew, and you've basically created Koda paradise.

I do play with toys, but I absolutely LOVE my bones, and one of my favorite ways to spend the day is stretched out on the sofa chewing one or simply sleeping. I'm not a dog who needs nonstop entertainment or someone constantly creating activities for me. I can settle, entertain myself, and enjoy simply being part of the household. After everything I've experienced, there is something pretty special about watching me realize that it's perfectly okay to curl up somewhere comfortable, close my eyes, and completely relax because this time I'm safe.

Potty training used to be one of my biggest challenges, but I've made major improvements. I know where I'm supposed to go now, and I'll actually sit by the door when I need to be let outside. The catch is that I don't hold it as long as some other dogs, so when you see me waiting at that door, this is not the time to finish an episode, answer an email, or decide you'll let me out in five minutes. Koda at the door means Koda needs OUT. My foster family is still learning my timing, and I may occasionally have an accident right by the door if they don't get there quickly enough, but compared with where I started, my progress has been huge.

My appetite is fantastic, and I'm extremely enthusiastic about treats, although we've had to work on the minor detail that your entire hand is not included with the snack. I've learned that I don't need to take someone's fingers off to make sure I get my treat, and my manners have improved tremendously. Patience is still something I'm practicing because when you're a French Bulldog and someone is standing there holding food, waiting politely feels completely unreasonable. I'm getting there, though, and that's pretty much the story of my entire journey—give me a little time and I'll keep surprising you.

I may be tiny, adorable, and incredibly easy to want to spoil, but one of the best things you can give me is structure. I've made all this progress because my foster family has helped me understand routines, boundaries, and expectations instead of treating me like a helpless little baby. I need my forever family to continue that. Being my leader doesn't mean being harsh with me; it means being calm, consistent, and helping me understand what comes next. Structure actually makes me feel safer, and when I feel safe, the loving, hilarious little Koda everyone has fallen for comes right out.

There is one thing I hear almost every single time somebody meets me in person: “HIM SO TINY!” Apparently, pictures don't adequately prepare people for just how little I actually am because, yes, I really am only about 18 pounds. I could stand to put on another pound or two, but nobody needs to turn me into a chunky little potato because keeping me lean and at a healthy weight is one of the simplest ways my future family can help protect my little body. Don't let the packaging fool you, though, because I somehow manage to occupy an impressive amount of space when I'm stretched across your sofa, sleeping in your office chair, or attempting to convince you that your lap was obviously designed specifically for Koda.

That's probably the most important thing to understand about me: I try. It may take me a little longer to learn something, trust someone, or completely settle into a new routine, but I keep trying. Since May, I've learned how to trust more, love harder, live comfortably with other dogs, improve my potty habits, wait a little more politely for treats, settle on my own, and understand what life inside a family is supposed to feel like. Rescue didn't transform me overnight. It gave me enough time, patience, and consistency to transform at my own pace, and I'm still getting better.

If you looked at the Koda who arrived in May and assumed that was simply who I was, you would have missed all of this. You would have missed the tiny guy sleeping in his foster dad's office chair because he misses him. You would have missed the dog who loves his furry friends, sits by the door because he's finally learned where he's supposed to potty, curls up on the sofa with his bone, and slowly walks over when someone gets down on his level because he's decided they're safe. Most importantly, you would have missed the little love bug who was underneath all of that uncertainty the entire time.

I'm four years old, about 18 pounds, medically healthy, dog friendly, crate comfortable, making major progress with potty training, and completely devoted to the people I learn to trust. I don't need a family that expects perfection on day one or overwhelms me with attention because I'm tiny and cute. I need someone who will get down on my level, let me come to them, continue the structure that's helped me thrive, and understand that when Koda gives you his trust, you're getting his whole heart. I've spent months becoming this version of myself, and now I'm ready to find the person who gets to love him forever.

Koda is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped and is being fostered in Phoenix, Arizona. His adoption donation is $1,100, and you can apply to adopt him through the Freedom Frenchie Rescue website.

*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.

  Marketing Director | Internet Sensation | Professional Socialite | Future Couch Potato 

You may know me as the guy whose freedom walk took over the internet. Yep… over 1.1 million people watched me hippity-hop my way out of the shelter. I’m between 4/5, closer to 5 probably… but who’s counting! I weigh about 45–50 lbs and I love being a low rider!

Just to clear something up…

No, my feet weren’t hot.  It was early morning. That’s just… how I walk. I don’t know what to tell you. I was born with main-character energy. I was so freaking excited to get out of that place duh! 

Around here they call me the Director of Marketing, but I’m ready to retire from corporate life and accept a full-time position as your best friend on your couch! Or maybe my own couch!

Slow down, my friend.

If you’re looking for instant perfection, I’m probably not your guy. This is rescue, duh! My perfection awaits.

If you’re looking for something real… keep reading.

I like my own space. Actually, I love my own space. I prefer having my own room where I can decompress, stretch out, and feel like the king I know I am. There’s absolutely no rush with me. Life isn’t an Amazon Prime order, a DoorDash delivery, or AI-generated overnight success. The best relationships take time. Give me that time, and I’ll meet you there.

Let’s talk about my roommates.

I can absolutely live with other dogs… but we have to do it the right way.

I need time to decompress before making new friends. Once I’m settled, I coexist beautifully and even play with my 11-month-old foster sister, who seems to believe every hour is Zoomie O’Clock. She’s a lot. I can handle her… just in small doses, thank you very much.

I’m not a fan of rushing introductions. Slow is fast in my world. (Read up on dog psychology.)

About my toys…

Sometimes I think my toys are priceless museum artifacts.

If I decide one belongs to me, I’m actually very easy to redirect with calm leadership. My rescue recommends skipping toys during the first month while I settle in, unless I’m enjoying them by myself. Once everyone understands the rules, life gets much easier.

Humans? Obsessed.

People are my favorite. I’ll happily be your shadow, your adventure buddy, your couch companion, your emotional support potato… whatever the day calls for.

If you’re sitting down for a family dinner, you better believe I’m already under the table. I’ll politely rest my face on your lap and silently campaign for just one tiny bite. I’m not saying it’ll work… but I’m also not saying it won’t. My negotiation skills are top-tier.

Like most bullies, I’m convinced I’m actually a lap dog. Your opinion on that isn’t really part of the decision-making process.

Now for my fabulous maintenance package.

Every king deserves a little spa day. My ears need a good cleaning every week.

I appreciate having my handsome face wiped down because, well… presentation matters.

And if you happen to own a classy little bow tie collar—not one that’s bigger than my head—we’re probably already best friends. We can change it up with a gold chain too! My fits can be Hampton summer or LA Chicano! I pull everything off, just saying!

One more thing…

If we go outside, don’t be offended if I decide I’d rather head back in. I’m not exactly applying for Wilderness Explorer of the Year. You can call Dora the Explorer for that mess. When it’s cool out, the outside is great. Just let me go potty and back in!

I also take treats like an absolute gentleman. Refined. Sophisticated. Very mindful.

My quirks make me… me.

My happy dances deserve it’s own fan club. The hops I present are stellar! When I try to jump up and give a stretch for some pets, I have to get a good start with a couple bounces! My goofy personality lights up every room I walk into.

I don’t try to be funny…

It just keeps happening.

My tongue is long and extra, and most of the time it sticks out when I sleep!

What I’m really looking for…

Someone who understands that the best dogs aren’t always the easiest on Day One. I just want a home that's run like a spiritual gangster, leadership and calmness. I also love puppies they are so fun!

Someone who believes trust is earned.

Someone who understands structure, patience, leadership, and bulldog logic.

Because once I’m comfortable…

You’ll wonder how you ever lived without me.

So if you’re looking for a dog who’s equal parts comedian, gentleman, king, and loyal best friend…

I saved you a spot under my butt so I can get the most pets and snores at the same time!

Pickles is vaccinated, neutered, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Mesa, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1100.00 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.

    Give me a minute… I’m figuring you out.  

Hi, I’m Brownie! I’m 3 years old, about 28 pounds, and I’m a shy guy trying to figure out a really big world. I’m not the kind of dog who walks into a new home and immediately acts like I own the place. I need time to fully decompress, learn the lay of the land, watch how everything works, and decide who I can trust. Once I do, my sweet side really comes out. I love kisses, belly rubs, booty scratches, toys, walks, cuddles, and just being close to my people.

I’m probably going to pick my person. You’ve been warned.  

I will most likely find my one person in the human pack, and that’s who I’m going to look to for guidance and reassurance when I’m unsure. I need that person to be calm, confident, and willing to lead me. I really don’t want the job of being in charge! I feel much safer knowing my person has everything under control and will help me make good decisions when I’m not quite sure what to do.

My face will tell you before I do.  

I have some pretty obvious tells when I’m uncomfortable or unsure. My eyes get BIG and wide, and that’s usually me saying, “Ummm… I’m not sure about this.” Occasionally, if I get overwhelmed, I may attempt to nip. My person needs to understand not to panic or make it into a huge situation. Calmly redirect me and I stop immediately—and I usually look like I regret my life choices about two seconds later.  I need someone who can read me, respect when I need space, and confidently redirect me when necessary.

I went and had my photos done this first and I was not a fan of outfits so I nipped at the photographer. I went the second time with Bob and had a blast and then 3 other dogs showed up and two were puppies and I did great! I wore this fancy bandana and I stayed by my person for pets and she helped me be calm. Occasionally I went and got in the mix of playing chaos and ended up having a great time! So I need time to trust and sometimes when you trust me, remember I still need space. I like to cuddle but on my terms.

Please don’t rush me. I promise I’m worth getting to know.  

Sometimes the best thing you can do for me is simply leave me alone and let me observe. I don’t need everyone constantly reaching for me, testing me, or forcing affection. Let me come to you. Show me that you’re predictable, safe, and trustworthy. Every time I realize nothing bad is going to happen, I get a little braver. I’m building confidence, and the right person is going to understand that trust with me is earned—not rushed. 

My play style? Subtlety has left the chat.  

I do really well with smaller dogs. Bigger dogs can be a little more questionable, mostly because apparently I have the social skills of a bull in a china shop.  I head-butt, get hyped up, and sometimes launch myself right into another dog’s face like, “HELLO! WE’RE FRIENDS NOW!” I need appropriate dog friends and a person who understands when I’m getting too excited and knows when to step in and redirect me. I love dogs my size and smaller and sometimes I join the fun other times you can catch me hanging out on the couch or dog bed observing 

Walk? YES. Car ride? We need to discuss the terms.  

I absolutely LOVE going for walks and exploring with my person. Car rides are still a little intimidating for me, especially when it’s hot outside, so we’re working on building my confidence there too. I already know sit, kennel, and shake, and I really do want to make my people happy. Give me clear direction and encouragement, and I catch on pretty quickly.

Kids need to understand my boundaries too.  

I can be incredibly loving with my people, but I would do best with older teens who understand dogs, respect boundaries, and know when I’m asking for space. A calm environment is important for me. Once I feel safe, I’m a goofy, affectionate, lovable boy, but I don’t want to live somewhere chaotic where I constantly feel like I have to be on guard.

And then there are… cats.  

I’m still trying to determine exactly what cats are and why they behave the way they do. The investigation is ongoing.  If there’s a cat in my future home, interactions will need to be supervised while we figure each other out. I’m still collecting evidence before I release my official findings.

My foster mom saved my booty… literally.  

Medically, I’m actually a pretty healthy guy! When I first came into rescue, my tail was in rough shape and everyone thought I might need surgery. My foster mom worked really hard on my tail pocket, and it turns out what I really needed was some serious TLC. My tail is now back to normal! I do have a small tail pocket that needs to be cleaned regularly to keep everything healthy and comfortable. I also have some mild allergies, but we’ve learned that a healthy, good-quality diet really helps keep those under control.

I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I need you to believe in me.  

I’m not looking for someone who expects a perfect dog on day one. I need someone who understands decompression, structure, boundaries, patience, and leadership. Underneath my uncertainty is a really sweet boy who just needs help realizing the world isn’t such a scary place. Give me time to trust you, show me that I can look to you when I’m unsure, and I’ll give you all the kisses, cuddles, goofy moments, and big-hearted Brownie love I’ve been saving for my person.

Brownie is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. His adoption donation fee is $1150.00, and he is being fostered in Mesa, AZ. You can apply for Brownie 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.

    MEET KERMIT — 22 POUNDS OF HOPPITY HOPS, CROOKED SMILES & PROFESSIONAL NAPPING

Hi, I’m Kermit! I’m three years old, 22 pounds, and what the humans call a nano bully, which basically means somebody took an entire bully personality and somehow stuffed it into this ridiculously compact little body. I’m easygoing, loving, incredibly chill, and if competitive napping were an actual sport, I would finally have the athletic career this body was clearly designed for. My life is going to require a little more care than the average dog, but before you start feeling sorry for me, you should probably know that I’m pretty darn happy with my life. Give me a comfortable bed, somebody to snuggle, a little morning sunshine, and occasionally enough room for my famous hoppity-hop zoomies, and I’m good.

SOMEHOW, I MADE IT

I was found in Mesa during the brutal Arizona heat, and considering my size, my breathing, and the body I was born with, everyone is still a little unsure how I managed to survive out there. Nobody knows exactly how long I was outside or what happened before I was found, but somehow this tiny bully kept going long enough to get his second chance. I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue carrying some things that couldn't simply be fixed overnight, and that's okay. Rescue isn't always about turning a medically complicated dog into a perfectly healthy dog. Sometimes it's about figuring out how to give that dog the best, safest, most comfortable life possible, and that is exactly what everyone has been doing for me.

MY FIRST HOUR IN RESCUE WAS A BUSY ONE

When I arrived at Freedom Frenchie Rescue, everyone immediately noticed that I had a prolapsed urethra and my penis was stuck outside where it wasn't supposed to be. Within an hour of coming into rescue, I was already at the veterinarian getting the problem addressed and everything returned to its normal position. Two days later, I was neutered, which is commonly part of managing this problem and reducing the chance of recurrence. So far, I've been doing well, but because I'm Kermit and apparently I enjoy keeping everyone on their toes, this is another part of my medical history that my future family and veterinarian need to know about and continue to monitor.

GENETICS DEFINITELY HAD SOMETHING TO SAY

Being a nano bully means genetics have played a huge role in the way my body was built, and there isn't a surgery that can simply redesign my frame and make everything "normal." I tend to favor my left leg while my right leg curls underneath me, although I am standing on that right leg more now as we've worked on relieving some of the stiffness through my back end. My body may always move differently, and I'm probably always going to need some extra attention and monitoring, but different doesn't mean I don't have a great quality of life. I have made progress, I'm getting stronger and more comfortable, and we are going to keep working with the body I've got instead of expecting it to become something it was never designed to be.

MY CHIROPRACTOR KNOWS THIS BODY

Chiropractic care has become an important part of my routine, and it has really helped relieve some of the stiffness through my back end and improve the way I'm using that right leg. My medical care is going to be an ongoing process for whoever adopts me, so I'm looking for someone who understands that bringing me home also means becoming part of Team Kermit. Freedom Frenchie Rescue will always be available after adoption to provide guidance, and they highly recommend that my future family establish care with a veterinarian who is experienced specifically with French Bulldogs, Bulldogs, and their unique medical needs. I may never be a medically perfect dog, but perfect was never really the goal. Comfortable, happy, loved, and able to enjoy my life sounds much better to me anyway. FYI, she adores me so much that when I go there, I head right in for the kisses!

PLEASE DON'T LET THE NAPPING FOOL YOU

I am SUPER chill and, quite frankly, pretty lazy most of the time. I go outside, take care of my potty business, come back inside, find my dog bed, and immediately resume whatever important nap I had going before somebody interrupted me. But every once in a while, something happens inside this tiny body and Kermit activates TURBO MODE. Suddenly I'm flying across the yard with my ridiculous little hoppity hops, running around like my legs and my brain have entered into completely separate agreements about how we're supposed to move. Those little bursts don't last forever, but when they happen, everybody gets to see that underneath my medical issues is still a happy little dog who wants to play, be silly, and enjoy himself.

BREATHING IS SOMETHING WE TAKE SERIOUSLY

My breathing is intense, which means my family will need to pay close attention to me around food, activity, excitement, and heat. I currently eat specialized food because choking and gagging can be dangerous for me, and if I gag while eating, my food can come back up. I have already had one scary choking episode where my food had to be cleared quickly because I began turning blue, and the episode completely exhausted me for the rest of the day. This is one of those parts of my story that my future family absolutely needs to understand because keeping me safe isn't difficult once you know my routine, but it does require someone who is attentive and willing to take my needs seriously.

ARIZONA SUMMERS AND I ARE NOT FRIENDS

Because of my breathing, I am definitely not the dog you're going to drag around to outdoor social events during an Arizona summer. Honestly, I don't understand why humans want to stand around outside when it's 110 degrees anyway, so I'm going to call this one common sense. If we're going somewhere, I much prefer traveling in my stroller, poking my little head out so I can see what's happening, and squeezing in a cat nap whenever the opportunity presents itself. I still want to be included in life; we just have to make smart choices about how and when I participate.

A COOLER ZIP CODE WOULD BE PRETTY AMAZING

Freedom Frenchie Rescue would absolutely love to see me adopted somewhere with cooler temperatures where I could safely enjoy more of the outdoor life I genuinely love. One of my favorite things is lying outside on an elevated dog bed early in the morning while the sun is starting to come up. I am a professional little sunbather, and being able to enjoy that experience for more of the year would be pretty amazing. Wherever I live, my family will need to understand my limitations with heat and breathing, but finding my forever home somewhere with a cooler climate would give this little guy a lot more opportunities to enjoy the outdoors safely.

OTHER DOGS? SURE, WHATEVER

I'm great with other dogs, although saying I'm obsessed with them would be a serious exaggeration. They can be there, they can not be there, they can play around me, or they can go do their own thing because I'm probably going to be over here minding my business. I am easygoing and chill around other dogs and don't need to be the center of their world. Now, being the center of my HUMAN'S world is an entirely different discussion because I have some very specific expectations regarding that position.

WHEREVER YOU ARE, THAT'S MY ASSIGNED SEAT

If you take a nap on the couch, I'll be there. If you're lying in bed, I'm coming too. If you're sitting at your desk trying to work, I'll happily park myself at your feet, although if there is an available lap, I think we both know where this situation is headed. I love being close to my people, getting pets, snuggling, and generally making myself part of whatever you're doing. I don't need constant entertainment or a packed social calendar because being close to you is entertainment enough for me. I don't mind sleeping in my crate when needed, but given the choice between a crate and being curled up beside my human, I'm going to need you to guess which one I'm choosing.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SMILE?

I also happen to have one of the cutest little smiles around, thanks partly to a canine tooth that decided normal positioning was boring and grew crooked out toward the side. When I smile, my lip gets caught on that little tooth and gives me an expression that is completely, unmistakably Kermit. Add one of my little shirts—which I actually enjoy wearing—and suddenly you've got 22 pounds of nano bully walking around looking like he has somewhere very important to be, even though his actual destination is probably another dog bed.

POTTY TRAINED, CRATE CAPABLE & PROFESSIONALLY CHILL

For a medically complicated little dude, I'm actually pretty uncomplicated to live with. I'm potty trained, I go outside to handle my business and come right back in, I'm easygoing around other dogs, and I don't mind sleeping in a crate. I'm not asking for five-mile hikes, endless entertainment, or a calendar filled with dog-friendly breweries and festivals. I need structure, appropriate medical care, safe food, temperature control, plenty of comfortable places to sleep, and a person who thinks having a tiny shadow following them around the house sounds like a pretty fantastic arrangement.

SOME DOGS JUST NEED MORE TIME

In rescue, we've learned that not every medical dog is going to become 100 percent in a few weeks or even a few months. Sometimes it takes a year or two to figure everything out, build strength, find the right routine, and learn exactly what makes that particular dog comfortable. That's okay. I'm allowed to take my time. Kermit's journey doesn't have to look like anybody else's journey, and the family who adopts me needs to understand that my medical care will continue evolving as everyone learns more about what my body needs. What matters is that I'm comfortable, I'm making progress, I'm loved, and I'm getting the opportunity to have the full dog life I deserve.

INTROVERTS, I THINK I FOUND YOU

If your idea of the perfect Saturday involves sleeping in, hanging around the house, taking a nap on the couch, working at your desk with a dog at your feet, and occasionally venturing out into civilization before deciding you've had enough people for one day, I think we should talk. If you're into nano bullies and understand that their unique bodies can come with unique medical needs, I might really be your guy. I'm not looking for the busiest house on the block or someone who needs their dog at every social event. I'm looking for somebody who can appreciate a slower life, understands that my health comes first, and thinks my little hoppity hops and crooked smile are worth every bit of extra care that comes with me. Just don't become a complete hermit, because Freedom Frenchie Rescue still expects to see that beautiful Kermit smile popping up at some upcoming events.

MY BODY MAY BE DIFFERENT, BUT MY LIFE IS STILL MINE TO LIVE

I'm three years old, 22 pounds, potty trained, dog friendly, crate capable, professional nap certified, and extremely committed to being wherever my human happens to be. My body is always going to require some special attention, and whoever adopts me needs to go into this understanding that my medical journey isn't finished just because my adoption papers are signed. But there is so much more to me than my medical chart. I'm the little guy sunbathing on his elevated bed in the morning, hopping across the yard when a burst of energy hits, wearing my tiny shirts, smiling with my crooked tooth, and climbing into your lap because obviously you weren't using all of it anyway. I don't need someone to make me perfect. I just need someone willing to love the Kermit I've already become.

Kermit is being fostered in Mesa AZ, he is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. You can apply for him on our website at freedomfrenchierescue.org. One stipulation to Kermit’s adoption is that he continues to get chiropractic care.

*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.

   MEET JUNIOR — BIG LOVE, BIG ENERGY & AN ABSOLUTELY UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP WITH BALLS

Hi, I’m Junior! I’m three years old, full of loving energy, ridiculously entertaining, incredibly smart, and I have one very important thing you should probably understand before we go any further. BALL IS LIFE. I don’t care if it’s a soccer ball, tennis ball, squeaky ball, or some mysterious ball-shaped object you found underneath the couch. If it rolls, bounces, or looks remotely throwable, I have already decided it is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My foster family has been working hard to convince me that there are other wonderful things in life, and while I remain skeptical, I’m willing to hear them out.

When I meet another dog, I tend to come in a little hot because subtle introductions aren't exactly my specialty. I'm excited, curious, and I want to sniff EVERYTHING immediately, so my first hello can feel pretty intense. It isn't because I'm looking for trouble; I just have the enthusiasm level of someone who has been waiting his entire life to meet the dog standing in front of him. With more submissive dogs, I get my intensive investigation out of the way and then generally go about my business. My foster sister Polly is more submissive, and after giving her the full Junior sniff-down, I mostly leave her alone and do my own thing.

My foster brother Bob isn't particularly impressed with me and makes his feelings pretty clear, but interestingly enough, I don't really care. My foster family has tried parallel walks and worked on helping everyone become more comfortable, but Bob still gets worked up and barks at me. I remain remarkably unaffected by the whole situation because apparently one of us has decided to be mature about this. My rescue will still want appropriate, structured introductions with any future dog siblings because my excitement can be a lot at first, but I have shown that another dog's barking doesn't automatically mean I need to participate in the argument.

I love treats and toys, but balls exist in an entirely different category. A ball can get my attention faster than just about anything else on Earth, which is both extremely useful and occasionally a problem. If I have a ball when it's time to go outside to potty, there is a very real possibility that I will completely forget why we went outside in the first place. This is why my humans are working on commands like "drop it" and "leave it," because apparently there are moments in life when I am expected to focus on something besides my favorite round object. I don't necessarily agree with this philosophy, but I'm learning.

I'm incredibly smart and very trainable as long as you understand how easily I can become distracted by a ball. Once that distraction is removed, my brain comes right back online and I'm ready to work. My foster family has been teaching me "leave it" and "drop it," and instead of encouraging tug-of-war, we've discovered that I absolutely love playing hide-and-seek. Sniff mats are another great way to keep my brain working without winding me up, and having activities that require me to slow down and think has been really good for me. Whoever adopts me is getting a dog with tons of potential, but you'll need to continue giving my brain something productive to do.

This part is extremely important because I'm the kind of dog who benefits tremendously from having a confident human leader. Please don't bring me home, decide I'm adorable, throw every rule out the window, and baby me into believing I've just been elected mayor of your household. If you do that, I will happily turn your living room into a dog park and undo all the hard work that's already gone into helping me learn how to settle and make good choices. Leadership doesn't mean being harsh with me; it means being consistent, setting boundaries, following through, and helping me understand what's expected. I thrive when somebody else is confidently running the show so I don't have to.

When I came into rescue, there were concerns about my back and the possibility of IVDD because my hind end wasn't functioning the way everyone wanted it to. I would slide out and sometimes drop down onto my butt, so Freedom Frenchie Rescue started working hard to support my mobility and keep me moving safely. Chiropractic care became an important part of that plan, and the improvement has been amazing. I'm walking so much better, my legs stay underneath me when I run, and I'm stretching, scratching, moving around, and yes, farting like a perfectly respectable French Bulldog should.

I started with frequent chiropractic appointments while everyone worked on getting my body more comfortable and stable, and because I've responded so well, those appointments have now been able to be spaced farther apart. My ongoing chiropractic care will be a requirement of my adoption because everyone has worked too hard to get me moving this well to simply stop supporting my body once I'm adopted. My future family needs to understand that maintaining my mobility and watching for any changes in my back or hind legs will remain an important part of caring for me throughout my life.

One of the best things about all this work is watching me RUN. My legs stay underneath me now instead of sliding out the way they once did, and my morning backyard play sessions have become one of my favorite parts of the day. Before the Arizona heat kicks in, my foster family takes me outside for a little soccer and fetch, which helps burn off some of my morning energy and makes it much easier for me to settle afterward. Seeing me race after a ball probably looks like normal dog stuff to most people, but considering where I started, watching those legs work underneath me is something my rescue will never take for granted.

I also LOVE swimming, and it has turned out to be a fantastic activity for me because I'm getting to have fun while also working those legs. I swim wearing my life jacket, and my foster family tries to get me into the pool in the evenings whenever possible. Swimming gives me another healthy outlet for my energy while providing great low-impact exercise for my hind end, so as far as I'm concerned, physical therapy is pretty awesome when somebody disguises it as pool time.

I'm doing really well with my potty routine and will actually sit by the door when I need to go outside. My poop schedule is becoming pretty predictable too, which apparently is the kind of information rescue people get extremely excited about. Nobody knows yet whether I understand how to use a doggie door, but I do know how to communicate that I need to go out. There is just one important rule: take the toy or ball away first. If I walk outside carrying my beloved ball, my bladder apparently ceases to exist and I've forgotten the entire purpose of our trip before we've made it through the door.

I absolutely love attention and being involved with my people, but I don't require someone to entertain me every second of the day. Once I've had some exercise, mental stimulation, and appropriate Junior time, I can settle while my humans handle the unfortunate non-Junior responsibilities in their lives. That's one of the things that makes me such a fun dog to live with because I can bring plenty of energy and personality without needing the entire household to revolve around me every waking minute. Although, for the record, I remain open to a household revolving around me if anyone would like to try it.

There is a really loving dog underneath all this energy. I adore attention, enjoy being with my people, love having fun, and have made tremendous progress because the humans around me have given me structure instead of simply letting me do whatever I want. I don't need someone who sees my enthusiasm and decides the answer is more chaos. I need someone who sees how smart I am and continues teaching me how to channel all that excitement into good choices. Give me boundaries, exercise, brain games, affection, and appropriate breaks from my beloved balls, and you're going to see just how incredible I can be.

Whoever adopts me is getting one seriously entertaining dog. I'm smart, affectionate, goofy, energetic, trainable, obsessed with balls, surprisingly unfazed by other dogs throwing opinions in my direction, and always ready to make something fun happen. We've worked incredibly hard on my mobility, my manners, my routine, and teaching me that life contains wonderful things that aren't spherical. I need a family willing to protect that progress instead of starting over, because the Junior you see today is the result of a lot of love, consistency, and work.

I'm three years old, loving, smart, potty trained, toy obsessed, treat motivated, dog social with proper introductions, and finally moving the way everyone hoped I could. My potential IVDD and back history mean my future family needs to take my mobility seriously, continue my required chiropractic care, keep me lean and appropriately active, and pay attention if anything about the way I walk or move changes. In return, you're getting a dog who will keep you laughing, love being part of your life, play soccer in the yard, swim in his life jacket, work that smart little brain, and remind you approximately 600 times a day that somewhere in this house there is probably a ball nobody is currently throwing.

Junior is being fostered in Gilbert, AZ, he is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. His adoption donation fee is $1100.00. You can apply for him on our website at freedomfrenchierescue.org. One stipulation to Kermit’s adoption is that he continues to get chiropractic care.

*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.