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.

   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.

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.

EET PIPPA — PERFECT EARS, PUPPY ENERGY & A HEART THAT JUST NEEDS A MINUTE

FROM LAS VEGAS TO A WHOLE NEW LIFE

Hi, I’m Pippa! I’m only about one year old, and I’m a French Bulldog/English Bulldog mix who came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Las Vegas animal shelter. When I arrived, I was super skinny—you could see almost every rib on my little body—and I had missing fur and an injured foot that had developed an infection. My foot was wrapped, I started antibiotics, and within just a few weeks it has almost completely healed. My fur is looking great, I've gained some much-needed weight, and with another couple of pounds, everyone thinks I'm going to be absolutely perfect.

GIVE ME A MINUTE BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHO I AM

When you first meet me, I can come across a little testy or guarded because I'm still figuring out new people and situations. I've only been in rescue for about three weeks, and that's not very long when you're a one-year-old dog whose entire life has suddenly changed. Give me time to watch you, learn you, and understand that I'm safe, and you'll meet a completely different girl. Once I know you and trust the people around me, I'm incredibly sweet, affectionate, and happy to be part of everything.

I’M STILL JUST A PUPPY

I'm only one, so underneath that cautious first impression is a young girl who wants to have FUN. I love running around, exploring the backyard, checking out everything I can find, and going on walks with my foster mom. My leash skills aren't exactly award-winning yet, but I'm learning. There is so much of the world I haven't experienced, and I need a family that understands I'm still a puppy who needs guidance, structure, and opportunities to learn instead of expecting me to arrive knowing everything.

“GO HOME,” AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN

My crate is actually one of my favorite places because it's my safe space. Tell me to “go home,” and I'll head right in. I'm perfectly content lying in there with the door open, relaxing and watching what's happening around me. I had a few pee accidents in my crate during my first week, but since then I've done incredibly well and don't normally have accidents in there. If I'm crated and need to go outside, I'll even bark to let you know, so please listen because I'm trying to communicate with you.

I ALREADY KNOW THE DOGGY DOOR

I've also figured out the doggy door, which is pretty impressive considering how recently my entire life changed. I'm learning the household routine quickly and doing a great job figuring out where I'm supposed to go. I'm not a dog who jumps all over people either, so while I definitely have puppy energy, it doesn't mean I'm launching myself at every human who walks through the door.

OTHER DOGS ARE COOL, I’M JUST FIGURING THEM OUT

I like being around other dogs, but I'm still learning how I fit into the group. I haven't really started wrestling and playing with everyone yet because right now I'm more interested in observing and getting comfortable. Occasionally, if I'm relaxing in my crate and another dog gets too close, I may react and let them know they're invading my space. I can also display some dominant behavior, but I'm very easily redirected and I haven't been going after or biting the other dogs. I simply need humans who will continue giving me structure and helping me make good choices.

SMALLER CAST, PLEASE

Because I'm still decompressing and learning how to interact appropriately, Freedom Frenchie Rescue would prefer a calmer home with only one or two other dogs rather than dropping me into a huge, chaotic pack. We're currently unsure about cats, so we aren't going to pretend we know how I'd feel about one. Children in my future home need to be 13 or older, giving me the calmer environment and personal space that will help me continue building confidence.

BONES, TOYS & THE SWEETEST LITTLE MOUTH

I love chewing on bones and playing with toys, and sometimes I'll even suckle on my toys, which is ridiculously cute considering I occasionally like to pretend I'm such a tough little bulldog. The funniest part is how gently I take treats. For a girl who came into rescue skinny enough that you could see her ribs, I don't snatch food from your hand or act like I'm competing for the last snack on Earth. I take my treats ever so gently, and yes, you will probably immediately want to give me another one.

SPAY DAY WAS NOT MY FAVORITE DAY

I was recently spayed, and I'm going to be very clear that I did not enjoy the recovery portion of that experience. I've been sleeping a lot and taking things easy while my body heals because apparently major surgery isn't something you're supposed to bounce right back from the next morning. My rescue is letting me rest and recover at my own pace, and once I'm feeling completely like myself again, I'm sure that puppy energy will be right back where I left it.

EXCUSE ME, HAVE YOU SEEN MY EARS?

We really need to discuss the most obvious feature on my entire body: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE EARS?! Freedom Frenchie Rescue has seen a whole lot of bulldog ears, and apparently mine are some of the most perfect ears to ever come through this rescue—right up there with Yogurt. They're enormous, they're magnificent, and I'm fairly certain they deserve their own adoption application. Whether they actually improve my listening skills remains to be seen, but aesthetically, they're a solid 10 out of 10.

I’VE CHANGED A LOT IN ONLY THREE WEEKS

Think about everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. I left a shelter, traveled into rescue, started treatment for an infected foot, began gaining weight, watched my fur start growing back, learned a new house, figured out a doggy door, learned that my crate is safe, met new humans and dogs, and then got spayed. That's a LOT for a one-year-old girl to process in just a few weeks, and I'm already showing everyone how much potential is hiding underneath that initial guarded exterior.

DON’T MISS OUT ON THE GIRL I’M BECOMING

I'm not looking for someone who expects me to walk through their door and instantly understand my entire new life. I'm looking for someone calm and consistent who will let me settle in, continue teaching me, respect my safe space, and understand that trust is what brings out the very best version of Pippa. Give me that, and you're getting a sweet, funny, curious little bulldog who loves her bones, toys, backyard adventures, walks, dog friends, gentle treats, and the people she learns are hers. Turns out I   am easily molded into your lifestyle.

SERIOUSLY, DON’T LET SOMEONE ELSE GET THESE EARS

I'm only one year old, and I've already made incredible progress in three short weeks. I'm healthier, gaining weight, healing beautifully, learning quickly, and becoming sweeter and more comfortable every day. There is so much life ahead of me and so much personality still waiting to come out. Anyone scrolling past this girl without applying might want to take another look, because underneath those absolutely ridiculous ears is one very special little bulldog—and somebody is going to be incredibly lucky to call me theirs.

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

*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 DELIA — THE RADDEST LITTLE LOWRIDER ON THE BLOCK

THE SOFT LIFE LOOKS REALLY GOOD ON ME

Hi, I’m Delia! I’m 1.5 years old, a lowrider nano bully, and I come equipped with a spectacular underbite, a permanently peeking tongue, tiny cropped ears, and one of the sweetest personalities you could ask for. My whole 24lb self came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society, where I had arrived pregnant. My pregnancy was terminated and I was spayed while there, and because I was also struggling with severe skin issues, the Humane Society reached out to rescue for continued care. Fast-forward to today and my skin looks beautiful, I feel amazing, and that girl who was trying to figure out her new life has officially left the building.

THIS IS DELIA 2.0

There was a time when everyone described me as the shy little girl who needed time to come out of her shell. Well, we can officially retire that description because I AM OUT. My foster family has given me love, security, good food, medical care, and the confidence to realize that life is actually pretty fantastic. I'm curious, affectionate, playful, goofy, and completely invested in whatever my people are doing. I've discovered there is an entire world out there to enjoy, and I fully intend to participate.

MY PEOPLE ARE MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

I absolutely LOVE affection. Belly rubs, kisses, cuddles, being held like a baby, crawling into your lap—I'm available for all of it. If you're sitting down, I'm probably going to assume you left room specifically for me. I'm incredibly loving and enjoy being close to my humans, but I'm also comfortable enough now to explore, play, and enjoy myself without constantly needing reassurance. I've learned that my people are still going to be there when I come bouncing back for another round of cuddles.

I HAVE PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO SNIFF

I love going for walks, exploring, sunbathing, checking out what's happening around me, and taking in all the interesting smells and sounds the world has to offer. Cars, sirens, people, neighborhood activity—I'm interested in all of it and frequently respond with my signature head tilt while I investigate. Really loud or unexpected noises aren't my favorite, but these days I'm much more interested in experiencing life than hiding from it. There's simply too much going on out there for Delia to miss.

LAMB CHOP, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I love my toys, and Lamb Chop happens to hold a particularly important position in my life. I can happily entertain myself with my toys, play around the house, and then transition directly into cuddle mode when I've decided I've accomplished enough for one day. I'm still wonderfully calm and easygoing, but don't confuse "chill" with boring. There is a funny, playful little girl living inside this lowrider body, and now that I feel good, everybody gets to see her.

THE DELIA WIGGLE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

When I'm excited to see you, my whole body gets involved. I don't simply wag my tail because that would be far too ordinary. My butt wiggles, my body wiggles, my little legs get moving, my tongue comes out, and suddenly you've got an entire lowrider traveling toward you in one happy wave. Add my ridiculous underbite and permanently peeking tongue to the situation and maintaining a serious expression around me becomes almost impossible.

APPARENTLY I’M ALSO A GYMNAST

I make the funniest little noises when I yawn or stretch, and sometimes I'll lie down with my back legs stretched so far apart that it looks like I'm casually practicing the splits. Nobody asked for this performance, but I provide it anyway. That's part of living with me—you start noticing all these weird little Delia things that somehow make you love me even more.

MY HOUSE MANNERS ARE PRETTY DARN GOOD

I'm potty trained and will go to the door when I need to go outside. I'm also crate and pen trained and sleep peacefully in my pen through the night until it's time to start another day. I'm easy to redirect, did wonderfully at the vet, and I'm fantastic about letting my foster family handle things like cleaning my ears. I'm not just an adorable face with a ridiculous tongue; I'm actually a really nice little roommate.

SPA DAYS ARE PART OF KEEPING ME FABULOUS

My skin has made an incredible transformation, and we want to keep it that way. My forever family will need to continue my regular skin maintenance and spa routine instead of waiting for problems to return before addressing them. My adorable little cropped ears also need regular cleaning because dirt and debris can collect in them quickly and cause irritation or infection. Thankfully, I make the whole process pretty easy because I'm extremely cooperative about being cared for.

FOOD DESERVES ITS OWN PARAGRAPH

Food and treats are very serious business in my world, and I don't understand why humans insist on pretending otherwise. I enjoy my meals, appreciate snacks, and believe treats are an excellent way to celebrate accomplishments both large and small. Went potty outside? Treat. Had my ears cleaned? Treat. Looked exceptionally cute while lying on the couch? Obviously, treat. I like a little cucumber in my water please it keeps it fresh, you humans drink it so why can’t I!

I KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS NOW

Meeting new people isn't the big scary event it once was. I may still take a minute to check someone out because I have standards, but I'm no longer that little girl hiding inside herself. I've built wonderful relationships with the men in my foster family, including my foster dad and foster uncle, and I've continued doing well as I've met new people. Give me a respectful introduction instead of overwhelming me, and I'm perfectly capable of handling the rest.

Social & Dog Interactions

Socially, Delia can get a little overstimulated around other dogs. There are some dogs she clicks with right away and others she simply doesn’t—and honestly, dogs are a lot like people in that way. We don’t expect them to love everyone they meet. The great thing about Delia is that she takes redirection really well and very quickly. Her person will need to learn her cues, understand her demeanor, and continue keeping her appropriately socialized. She does best on a slip lead during introductions and social situations because it allows for quick, clear redirection when she gets overly excited. With a confident handler who understands her signals and sets her up for successful interactions, Delia does very well.

I MAY BE SHY IN TRANSITION, BUT DON’T BABY ME

Here's the most important thing my future family needs to understand about me: I may be shy again when I first transition into my new home. New house, new smells, new people, and a completely different routine are a lot to take in. Please don't mistake that temporary uncertainty for the confident girl I've become, and don't feel sorry for me and start letting everything slide because I'm adjusting. That's actually the opposite of what I need.

BE MY LEADER FIRST, THEN BRING ON THE CUDDLES

I need you to be my leader from day one. Show me the routine, give me boundaries, be consistent, follow through, and help me understand exactly what is expected of me. Structure makes me feel safe because I don't have to guess what I'm supposed to do. Once I've mastered the routine and understand where I fit, then bring on ALL the cuddles. Belly rubs, kisses, lap time, baby holding and ridiculous amounts of love are absolutely encouraged once we've built that foundation together.

I PROMISE I WON’T LET YOU DOWN

Give me that foundation and I promise I'll meet you there. Once I understand the routine and know you're my person, I'm going to be your best friend. I'll follow your lead, love you with my whole little lowrider heart, make you laugh with my wiggles and underbite, and remind you every day why you chose me. I may need a minute during transition, but don't mistake that for the girl I'm going to be once I'm settled. I will not let you down.

I’M LOOKING FOR A HOME THAT FITS ME

I'm a sweet, affectionate girl who has found her confidence, but I still appreciate people who understand boundaries and don't overwhelm me. Children in my forever home should be 10 years old or older so everyone can respect my space while still enjoying all the love and silliness I bring. My rescue is continuing to learn more about my interactions with other dogs as I safely meet new friends, so they'll use what they know about me to help determine the right match.

THE GIRL YOU SEE TODAY IS THE REAL DELIA

I'm not waiting to come out of my shell anymore. I'm already here. I'm walking, exploring, playing with my toys, sunbathing, investigating the neighborhood, demanding belly rubs, climbing into laps, wiggling my entire body when I'm happy, and thoroughly enjoying being spoiled by the people who love me. Rescue didn't change my sweet nature—it gave me enough security to let the rest of my personality finally shine.

THE RADDEST KID ON THE BLOCK IS READY

At three years old, I've already learned what it feels like to be cherished, comfortable, healthy, confident, and completely loved, and I have no intention of going backward. I'm ready for walks, toys, adventures, ridiculous stretches, sunshine, cuddles, treats, belly rubs, and a family who will lead me through the transition and then love the heck out of me once I know the routine. Give me that, and I promise I'll give it right back.

Because I'm not the scared little girl waiting to discover life anymore. I'm Delia, I'm living it—and I'm pretty sure I'm the raddest kid on the block.

Delia is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ, 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.

A Little Truffle With a Whole Lot of Soul

Hi, I'm Truffles about 5ish years old. Yes, like the fancy little chocolates, except I'm 27 pounds of wrinkles, short legs, squishy cheeks, and pure sweetness. I'm somewhere between three and four years old, and while I may be built like a tiny bulldozer, I have the heart of a marshmallow. I know my face gives off a slightly serious, possibly judgmental expression, but don't let that fool you. I'm actually one of the gentlest little girls you'll ever meet. I'm affectionate, easygoing, and happiest when I'm surrounded by people and dogs who make me feel safe. I don't need to be the center of attention every second, but I certainly appreciate knowing where my humans are at all times. After all, somebody has to supervise this household, and I take that responsibility very seriously.

My Past Is a Mystery, but My Future Doesn't Have to Be

I can't tell you exactly how I ended up needing rescue, and honestly, I'd rather focus on where I'm going than where I've been. What I can tell you is that I'm still figuring out this whole business of being loved, having a routine, and understanding that the people who care about me aren't going to disappear. Sometimes the simplest things take me a little longer to understand, not because I'm stubborn or unwilling, but because I'm still learning to trust the world around me. My foster family has been showing me what a normal, happy dog life looks like, and I'm slowly discovering that it's actually a pretty wonderful place to be.

The Great Backyard Negotiations

My foster mom has this enormous backyard, and once I'm out there, I absolutely love it! There's sunshine to soak up, grass to stroll through, interesting things to sniff, and other dogs to watch while they go about their very important dog business. The funny part is getting me to actually GO outside. You would think watching all my foster siblings head out the door would be enough motivation, but apparently I like to keep everyone guessing. I know where the door is, I understand the general concept, and yet sometimes I stand there looking at everyone like they've just suggested I take a trip to the moon. I'm not opposed to the backyard; I simply believe all major outings deserve a little consideration before departure.

Excuse Me, I Thought We Were Going to the Kitchen!

Mornings are particularly entertaining because I know there's a routine, but I occasionally have my own interpretation of how that routine should unfold. While everyone else is heading outside for potty time, I sometimes decide the kitchen sounds like a much more appealing destination. Can you blame me? That's where the food lives! My foster mom gently redirects me with a few encouraging words and some little "scoot scoots," and eventually I make my way outside like that was my plan all along. I'm mostly potty trained, although I still have an occasional accident. We're working on building my confidence and helping me understand that going outside doesn't mean I'm being left behind. With patience, consistency, and reassurance, I'm getting better at navigating this whole routine.

Moch and Me: The Lowrider Wrestling Federation

Now, before you decide I'm just a quiet little couch ornament, allow me to introduce you to my foster sister, Moch. This girl is my partner in crime, my wrestling opponent, and quite possibly my favorite source of entertainment. Put the two of us together and suddenly you've got 54-ish pounds of lowrider chaos rolling around like two furry potatoes fighting over the last french fry. We wrestle, tumble, playfully mouth each other, and carry on for a solid 45 minutes like we're competing for a championship belt. It's ridiculous, it's hilarious, and it's probably the most athletic either of us will ever look. Then, just as quickly as the madness begins, we're exhausted and ready to collapse into a well-earned nap. Professional athletes need their recovery time, you know.

A Little Less Hearing, A Whole Lot More Living

I also underwent TECA surgery, and I am happy to report that I have healed beautifully! My ears may not work quite like they used to, and I am a little hard of hearing, but that certainly hasn't slowed me down. I'm thriving, enjoying life, and soaking up every bit of love that comes my way. You might just have to speak a little louder to get my attention, but trust me, once I know you're talking to me, I'm all ears! Well, figuratively speaking, of course. My hearing might not be perfect, but my heart works just fine, and I've got plenty of love to give!

Sunshine, Snuggles, and Supervising the Neighborhood

When I'm not busy defending my wrestling title, I'm actually a pretty laid-back little lady. I love wandering around the yard, finding a comfortable patch of sunshine, and watching the world go by. I enjoy being around other dogs and seem to take comfort in their company, even when I'm not actively playing with them. I'm also quite happy following my humans around, checking in on what they're doing, and making sure nobody has wandered off without notifying me. I don't need constant entertainment or a packed social calendar. Give me a comfortable place to relax, some canine companionship, a little sunshine, and people who enjoy having a short-legged shadow, and I'm perfectly content.

The Face Says Judgment, but the Heart Says Love

I realize I have one of those faces that looks like I'm silently questioning every decision you've ever made. My eyebrows have opinions, my wrinkles have wrinkles, and my little underbite certainly doesn't help my case. But underneath that serious expression is an incredibly gentle, affectionate girl who genuinely enjoys being loved. I don't have to push my way into every situation or demand that the entire household revolve around me. I'm perfectly happy just being included, knowing I belong, and having the freedom to be my sweet, slightly goofy self. And once you see me wrestling with Moch or wandering around the yard on these little legs, I promise that serious face becomes even funnier.

Confidence Isn't Built Overnight

One of the most important things my future family needs to understand is that I'm still building confidence. New routines and unfamiliar situations may require extra encouragement, and I need someone who won't mistake my hesitation for disobedience. I do best with calm, consistent guidance and people who understand that trust is something we build together. Freedom Frenchie Rescue believes strongly in allowing dogs time to decompress, and I am definitely a girl who will benefit from that patience. Please don't rush me into everything at once or expect me to have life completely figured out the moment I walk through your door. Give me structure, reassurance, and the opportunity to learn at my own pace, and you'll get to watch my personality blossom.

My Perfect Forever Home

I'd love a home with people who appreciate a gentle, affectionate companion but also have a sense of humor about the occasional bulldog shenanigans. Another friendly, playful dog could be a wonderful match for me because I genuinely enjoy canine companionship, especially when there's an opportunity for a good wrestling session. I'd also love a family who understands that my potty training is still a work in progress and who will continue helping me build confidence with a predictable routine. I don't need perfection, expensive toys, or someone who expects me to become a different dog. I need patience, kindness, consistency, and a family who sees the beautiful little soul underneath all these wrinkles.

One Little Truffle, One Very Big Promise

Here's what I hope you understand about me. I may not be the dog who races through the door ready to conquer the world on day one. I might need a little encouragement to go outside, a little reassurance when things feel unfamiliar, and an occasional reminder that the backyard is not, in fact, the kitchen. But I have so much love to give, and every day I'm learning how wonderful life can be when you're surrounded by people who care. I'll make you laugh with my serious little face, entertain you with my lowrider wrestling moves, and remind you that sometimes the sweetest things in life come in the most unexpected packages.

My name is Truffles, and I'm not asking for the whole world. I'm just asking for a little piece of it where I finally belong. Preferably with sunshine, a wrestling buddy, and a kitchen I'm allowed to visit after potty time.

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

The OG English Bulldog Beauty with Legs for Days!

The Original Bulldog Supermodel

Some bulldogs are cute. Some bulldogs are beautiful. And then there's me, Lottie, a 45-pound, 3 year old English Bulldog who looks like I stepped straight out of the good old days when bulldogs had longer legs, taller frames, and a little more room to breathe! I've got the classic bulldog face, a body that actually sits a little higher off the ground, and the kind of natural beauty that makes people stop and stare. I'm not saying I'm better looking than your husband, but I'm also not saying I'm not. What I do know is that underneath all these gorgeous wrinkles is a young lady with a whole lot of love to give and a story that's just beginning to get good.

From a Warehouse to a Whole New World

My journey with Freedom Frenchie Rescue began at the San Diego Humane Society, where things had gotten so overcrowded that they were using temporary kennels inside a neighboring warehouse just to make room for all the animals needing help. Can you imagine how overwhelming that must be for a dog? All those unfamiliar sounds, smells, barking, and uncertainty about what tomorrow might bring. Thankfully, the Freedom Squad showed up to bring several dogs into rescue, and I was one of three lucky souls who got a ticket out of there. Now, here's the funny part. They had absolutely NO plans to bring me home that day, but then they saw me, and it was over! We all know Mo's love for bulldogs, and apparently, when she sees a face like mine, all previous plans go right out the window. I didn't know where I was going or what was waiting for me, but looking back, that was the day my life started changing.

First Impressions Aren't Always the Whole Story

When I arrived at my foster home, I wasn't exactly sure what everyone expected of me. There were new dogs, new people, new rules, and an entirely different environment to figure out. During those first couple of days, I showed a little dominance toward the other dogs because, quite frankly, I wasn't comfortable yet. Instead of labeling me as difficult, my foster mom recognized that I needed time, structure, and a little breathing room. She gave me my own space and allowed me to decompress without forcing introductions or expecting me to immediately fit into a household I knew absolutely nothing about. And wouldn't you know it? Once I realized nobody was asking me to conquer the world overnight, I started relaxing and showing everyone the sweet girl hiding underneath all that uncertainty.

Social Butterfly in Training

These days, I genuinely enjoy being around other dogs, although I'm still figuring out exactly how this whole playing-together business works. I love watching my foster siblings run around the backyard, and I'll happily follow my foster mom while keeping an eye on all the action. Sometimes I join in, especially when someone throws a ball or toy, because apparently chasing things is pretty entertaining! Now, bringing that ball back is an entirely different conversation. I chased it, didn't I? What more do you people want from me? I'm slowly learning how to participate in group activities, and every day I'm becoming more comfortable and confident around my furry roommates. I don't need to be the center of every doggie play session, but I sure do enjoy being included in the fun.

A Lady Who Appreciates Her Personal Space

I'm already potty trained and crate trained, and I'm currently working on mastering the doggy door. When it's time to head into my crate, I walk right in without throwing a fit, screaming for management, or filing a formal complaint with the bulldog union. I actually appreciate having a quiet little space that belongs to me. My crate is where I can relax, feel secure, and take a break from the excitement of the household. Having a predictable routine has made such a difference in my life, and I'd really love for my future family to continue providing that same structure while I settle into my forever home. Trust me, a girl can love her humans and still appreciate a little personal space!

Fine Dining, Bulldog Edition

Now, we need to discuss something extremely important to me, and that's FOOD! I absolutely love mealtime, and when that bowl hits the floor, I approach it like I've been personally invited to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Unfortunately, my foster mom seems to think inhaling an entire meal in record time isn't a competitive sport, so she's introduced this ridiculous contraption called a slow feeder. Apparently, it's supposed to make me slow down and enjoy my food instead of vacuuming it up like a commercial-grade Hoover. I'm still deciding how I feel about this arrangement, but since the food keeps coming, I suppose I can cooperate. I mean, there are worse things in life than having someone make sure you enjoy your dinner instead of swallowing it in three seconds!

Those Eyes Have a Story to Tell

One of my favorite things to do is sit quietly beside my humans and look directly into their eyes. I'm not demanding anything or trying to be dramatic. I just really, really enjoy being close to people. Sometimes I stare so intently that my foster mom wonders what I'm thinking, and I wish I could tell her that I'm simply enjoying having someone who notices me. Nobody knows exactly what my life looked like before rescue, but I sometimes act like a girl who hasn't had nearly enough individual attention. I crave affection, reassurance, and companionship, and while I'm learning to be more independent, there's nothing quite like knowing someone is there because they genuinely want to be. I don't need constant entertainment or someone hovering over me every minute of the day. Sometimes just being near my person is more than enough.

When the Bulldog Zoomies Hit

Listen, I might look like a sophisticated English Bulldog with excellent posture and a face made for magazine covers, but when those zoomies kick in, all bets are off! I tuck my little bulldog booty underneath myself, throw my legs outward like the roots of a tree, and take off across the yard like I'm qualifying for the Nationals. My foster mom thinks it's absolutely hysterical, and honestly, I can't blame her. I have a very unique running style, and while it might not win any awards for grace or coordination, it certainly gets everyone's attention. For a girl who was once so unsure of her surroundings, there's something pretty wonderful about feeling comfortable enough to let loose and be completely ridiculous. I may not be the most aerodynamic bulldog on the planet, but I certainly know how to make an entrance!

Legs for Days and a Nose That Never Quits

Now, let's talk about my walking skills because, unlike some bulldogs who believe a leash is an invitation to participate in a professional tug-of-war competition, I happen to be quite the little lady! I'm fantastic on a leash, I don't pull hard, and I have absolutely no problem taking the lead as we explore the neighborhood together. Every so often, I'll stop, turn around, and look back just to make sure my human is still attached to the other end. After all, I can't have you getting lost while I'm out here discovering the world! I absolutely love taking my time, sniffing every bush, blade of grass, and mysterious scent that crosses my path. There is an entire world out there that I'm only beginning to experience, and I intend to sniff the life out of every square inch of it! Of course, my signature walk comes with those fabulous back legs kicking out to the sides like I've got my own personal choreography going on. Some girls walk a runway; I prefer to turn the entire sidewalk into one!

Children Are Cool, but My Manners Are Still Under Construction

I think kids are pretty great, and I certainly don't have anything against the little humans running around this world. However, I am still a young bulldog learning that excitement doesn't necessarily require launching all 45 pounds of myself into someone's personal space! Sometimes I get so happy to see people that my enthusiasm gets ahead of my manners, and I might jump up to say hello before remembering that all four paws are supposed to stay on the ground. We're working on that, but until I perfect my greeting etiquette, I'd do best in a home with children ages 9 and older. I  don't want someone getting pissed off at me and yelling at me because I knocked over their little human. It's not because I don't like younger kids; it's simply because I'm a solid girl with a big personality, a whole lot of excitement, and occasionally questionable judgment about where my feet belong. Give me a family willing to continue teaching me polite greetings, and I promise to bring plenty of laughter, affection, and classic bulldog entertainment into their lives!

Maintaining All This Natural Beauty

Being this gorgeous does require a little maintenance, but thankfully, I'm a pretty cooperative girl. Wrinkle cleaning? Absolutely, let's get those folds freshened up! Ear cleaning? No problem, I'm happy to participate. Bath time? Well, now you're pushing your luck a little, but give me something interesting to focus on and I'll tolerate the whole production. As far as my health goes, I'm doing well and don't have any known significant medical challenges. My rescue does feel that routine chiropractic care could be beneficial for my alignment, mobility, and comfort as I get older, so that's something my future family may want to discuss with their veterinarian. After all, I plan on keeping these fabulous legs moving for many years to come, and I fully expect my future family to appreciate every inch of this beautiful bulldog body!

Learning to Walk Away Instead of React

I'm still young, and I'm learning how to handle situations that make me uncomfortable. In the beginning, there were moments when I would react because I didn't know what else to do. My foster mom has been helping me recognize those situations, giving me direction, and showing me that I don't have to respond to everything happening around me. The really exciting part is that I'm beginning to make better choices all by myself! Instead of engaging when something doesn't feel right, I'm learning to walk away and remove myself from the situation. That's a pretty big accomplishment for a dog who's still figuring out how to trust her surroundings. I'll need a family who understands canine behavior, respects my boundaries, and continues helping me build confidence through patience and consistency. Sometimes the biggest victories aren't the things you teach a dog to do, but the things they finally feel safe enough to stop doing.

My Forever Family Doesn't Need to Be Perfect Either

I'm looking for someone who understands that rescue dogs aren't delivered to your doorstep with an instruction manual and a guarantee that everything will be perfect on day one. I need a family who will give me time to decompress, establish a routine, and understand that building trust is a process. I enjoy the companionship of other dogs and would love to continue developing those relationships with thoughtful introductions and appropriate supervision. What matters most is having someone who can provide calm leadership, recognize when I need a little space, and celebrate the progress I make instead of expecting me to have everything figured out immediately. A family with children ages nine and older would be ideal, especially one that understands my enthusiastic greetings are still a work in progress. I promise there's an incredibly affectionate, funny, and loyal bulldog waiting to share her life with the right people.

The Girl Behind Those Beautiful Eyes

My foster mom says there's something special about watching my eyes change as I become more comfortable. When I first arrived, those big, beautiful eyes were filled with uncertainty, and sometimes they still carry a little sadness. But every day, there's more curiosity, more excitement, and a little extra sparkle looking back at her. I'm starting to understand that life can be about more than surviving the next unfamiliar situation. It can be about chasing toys, soaking up sunshine, making doggie friends, enjoying a good meal, exploring the neighborhood with my nose leading the way, and having someone wrap their arms around me simply because they love me. I'm looking forward to attending adoption events and meeting people who might see beyond my beautiful face and recognize the wonderful companion I'm becoming. Who knows, maybe one of those people will be the human I've been waiting for all along.

I'm Not a Work in Progress. I'm a Life Worth Loving.

Here's what I want my future family to understand about me. I'm not asking anyone to erase my past, change my personality, or turn me into some picture-perfect bulldog who never has an uncertain moment. I'm asking for the opportunity to keep growing into the confident, happy girl I know I can be. I've already come so far in such a short time, and I have every intention of continuing to surprise everyone who believed in me. I might have the face of an old-school English Bulldog supermodel, the appetite of a linebacker, a nose that believes every blade of grass deserves a personal inspection, and a running style that resembles a tree trying to escape its roots, but I've also got a heart that's finally learning what it means to feel safe.

My name is Lottie, and I don't need someone to fix me. I need someone who sees everything I've already overcome and wants to be part of everything I'm about to become. I've got the looks, the legs, the personality, and enough bulldog charm to keep you entertained for years. All I'm missing is someone to walk beside me while I discover just how wonderful this world can be. And trust me, darling, the best of me is still ahead!

Lottie is spay, microchipped, and vaccinated, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is located 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.

The California Girl with a Million-Dollar Underbite and Sunshine in Her Soul!

The Shelter's Most Overlooked Cover Girl

Well, hello there, darling! My name is Rizzo, I'm two years old, weigh a fabulous 25 pounds, and I'm one little lady who still can't figure out how a gorgeous California girl like myself ended up sitting in a local shelter without anyone adopting me! Seriously, I'm still trying to figure that one out! I was found wandering around as a stray, and somehow, despite this ridiculously adorable face, my winning personality, and a smile that could light up an entire room, nobody came to take me home. NOT ONE PERSON! I mean, have you seen my face? Thankfully, the Freedom Squad recognized a good thing when they saw it, and now I'm getting my second chance at finding a family who appreciates everything this little package has to offer. I've already learned that sometimes life doesn't go according to plan, but that certainly doesn't mean you stop smiling. And trust me, smiling is something I happen to be exceptionally good at!

Botox Could Never, Darling!

Now, before we go any further, we absolutely MUST discuss my lips because, quite frankly, they're magnificent! I've got this fabulous, naturally plump lower lip that would put a ten-thousand-dollar Botox appointment to shame, and the best part is that I was born this way! No injections, no fillers, no appointments, just pure bulldog perfection. And then there are my adorable little crooked teeth and that glorious underbite that occasionally catches my upper lip and leaves me sporting the most ridiculous expression you've ever seen. Sometimes my lip gets stuck, and I just carry on with my day looking like I've been personally offended by something. My foster mom thinks it's hysterical, but I prefer to call it my signature look. Some girls spend thousands trying to achieve the perfect pout. I just wake up, flash my crooked little teeth, and let nature do the rest. Honestly, Hollywood could never compete with this face!

I Don't Need Sunshine, I AM the Sunshine!

Here's something you should know about me. I'm not one of those girls who needs to lie outside baking in the sun to feel fabulous. Absolutely not! While my foster siblings are stretched out across the patio soaking up those Arizona rays, you'll find me relaxing comfortably in the shade, protecting this youthful glow I've worked so hard to maintain. But there's another reason I don't need to sunbathe, and it's actually pretty simple. I AM the sunshine! I'm the happy little face greeting you when you walk into a room, the goofy smile that makes a bad day better, and the girl who somehow manages to find joy in just about every situation she encounters. My crooked teeth might be showing, my upper lip might be stuck on my underbite, and I might have a toy hanging out of my mouth, but I promise you I'll be smiling through all of it. Life hasn't always been perfect, but that doesn't mean I have to carry the clouds around with me. I've got enough sunshine in this little body to brighten an entire household, and I'm just looking for someone who wants to share it with me.

Toys Are Life, and I'm Not Accepting Questions

If there's one thing you absolutely MUST know about me, it's that toys aren't just something I enjoy. They are my entire personality, my greatest passion, and quite possibly the reason I get out of bed every morning! Balls, squeaky toys, anything you can throw across the room, I'm interested. I absolutely LOVE playing catch and fetch, and unlike some of my fellow bulldogs who believe retrieving is beneath them, I actually bring my toys back! There's just one tiny condition. Before you throw it again, I may need to climb into your lap for a quick cuddle because I'm a firm believer that athletic performance and emotional support should go hand in hand. And you should see the way I chase things! I bunny-hop across the floor, launch myself toward my toys, and pounce on them like a tiny kitten who's just discovered her first feather wand. I'm basically a puppy, a professional athlete, a lap dog, and a suspiciously catlike creature all rolled into one fabulous little package.

Kitchen Management Has Officially Hired Me

I've recently made one of the greatest discoveries of my young life, and I'm honestly shocked nobody told me about it sooner. THE KITCHEN! Did you know that humans regularly stand in this magical room preparing food, and sometimes perfectly delicious little treasures just FALL onto the floor? For FREE? Naturally, I've taken it upon myself to oversee the entire operation. I'm now the self-appointed Head of Floor Cleanup, Assistant Dishwasher, and Quality Control Inspector for anything that might accidentally tumble off the counter. I take my responsibilities very seriously, and I believe no crumb should ever be left behind. If a plate happens to come within licking distance, I may even offer a complimentary pre-rinse because I'm thoughtful like that. My foster mom seems to think I should mind my own business, but I'm simply trying to contribute to the household. You're welcome, by the way.

Curiosity Didn't Kill This Cat... I Mean Dog!

I'm a curious little lady who believes there's an entire world out there waiting to be explored, and I intend to investigate every inch of it. New backyard? Interesting! Unfamiliar smell? Better investigate! Something moved behind that bush? Excuse me while I conduct a full inspection! I love wandering around and discovering all the little mysteries of my surroundings, but here's the sweet part. I never get too far before circling back to check on my human. I might be independent enough to enjoy exploring, but I still want to know where my person is and what they're doing. Sometimes I'll come trotting back as if I've just returned from a top-secret mission with highly classified information. Unfortunately, humans don't speak fluent bulldog, so you'll just have to trust that my discoveries are fascinating. I'm a part-time explorer, full-time mama's girl, and an extremely dedicated neighborhood investigator.

Beauty Sleep and Bathroom Etiquette

Let's discuss my sleeping arrangements because I happen to be an absolute dream at bedtime. I sleep soundly through the night, and I'm perfectly content waiting until morning to head outside and take care of my business. No midnight parties, no unnecessary wake-up calls, and no demanding that someone entertain me at three in the morning. A girl needs her beauty rest, and I take that responsibility very seriously! I'm also a creature of habit when it comes to potty time. While some dogs believe the entire backyard should be treated like an obstacle course of unpleasant surprises, I have designated my very own personal powder room. Same spot, every single time! Honestly, I don't understand why everyone finds this so impressive. It's called having standards, people. A full night's sleep, a predictable bathroom routine, and a girl who knows exactly where she wants to go? I'd say I'm bringing some pretty impressive qualifications to the adoption table.

Walking in a Straight Line Is Highly Overrated

I happen to be quite good on a leash, although I do believe walks should be an experience rather than a race to the finish line. You see, my nose has a very important job, and sometimes that requires taking a slightly unconventional route. A little zig to the left, a little zag to the right, perhaps a brief investigation of that suspicious-looking bush, and then we're back on our way! I'm not trying to drag you around the neighborhood or make things difficult. I'm simply providing a guided tour of everything my curious little nose discovers. Between all the unfamiliar desert smells and the approximately 47 squirrels bouncing around inside my imagination, there's an awful lot happening in this big, beautiful world. I promise to make our walks entertaining, and you'll probably start noticing things you never paid attention to before. Consider me your personal adventure guide with four legs and excellent sniffing credentials.

Doggie Roommates? I'm Here for the Good Vibes!

I absolutely enjoy being around other dogs, and one of the nicest things about me is that I don't feel the need to create unnecessary drama. I'm not interested in being the queen of the castle, controlling everyone else's activities, or starting arguments over who gets to sit where. My foster home is basically like living with four teenagers under one roof. Everybody has their own interests, minds their own business, and occasionally crosses paths for a quick hello before returning to their regularly scheduled programming. I enjoy being part of the group and having other dogs around, even if we're not constantly wrestling or playing together. Sometimes companionship is simply knowing your friends are nearby while you enjoy your own activities. I'm perfectly happy sharing my world with other dogs, and I think a home with a friendly canine companion could be a wonderful fit for me. Just don't expect me to surrender my title as Chief Toy Enthusiast without a discussion!

Road Trips, Window Views, and First-Class Naps

Looking for a four-legged copilot who won't complain about your music choices, criticize your driving, or ask whether we're there yet every five minutes? Congratulations, you've found her! I'm an absolute lady in the car, and I genuinely enjoy going along for the ride. Sometimes I'll curl up and take a little nap, and other times I'll quietly watch the world pass by while contemplating all the fascinating things happening outside my window. Whether we're running errands, heading out for a little adventure, or taking a longer road trip, I'm happy just being included. I don't need constant entertainment or a complicated travel itinerary. Give me a comfortable place to settle, a safe ride, and someone I love sitting nearby, and I'm perfectly content. I have a feeling there are some pretty amazing adventures waiting for me, and I'd really like to experience them with a family of my very own.

Stranger Danger? Never Heard of Her!

I absolutely LOVE meeting new people! Seriously, if you walk into my world, there's a very good chance I've already decided we should be friends. I don't believe in wasting valuable time pretending to be mysterious or playing hard to get. Life is too short, and there are far too many humans out there who might be willing to pet me, cuddle me, or throw a toy! Sometimes my excitement gets the best of me, and I might offer a few enthusiastic little jumps while introducing myself. My foster family is helping me remember that keeping all four paws on the ground is considered proper etiquette, and thankfully, I'm pretty easy to redirect. I'm not trying to be rude; I'm just extremely happy to see you! Besides, every new person I meet could potentially be the human who changes my life forever, and I think that deserves a little excitement, don't you?

A Little Independence, a Whole Lot of Love

One of the things that makes me such a wonderful companion is that I have a really nice balance between being playful, affectionate, and independent. I love spending time with my humans, and I absolutely adore climbing into a lap for some cuddles, but I also enjoy exploring my surroundings and entertaining myself. I'm not a girl who needs to be involved in every single thing happening around the house, although I reserve the right to supervise kitchen activities whenever necessary. I enjoy having other dogs around, appreciate a predictable routine, and love knowing that my people are nearby. I'm still young, so naturally I have energy, curiosity, and plenty of enthusiasm for life, but I also know how to settle down and enjoy the quieter moments. Give me a toy, a comfortable place to relax, and a little affection, and I'm one very happy girl.

My Perfect Family Has Toys, Patience, and a Sense of Humor

If you're wondering what kind of home I'm looking for, let me paint you a picture. I'd love a family who enjoys interacting with their dog rather than simply having one around the house. Someone who will throw my toys, laugh at my ridiculous bunny hops, take me on interesting walks, and appreciate my occasional need to investigate every square inch of the backyard. I'd be happy having friendly dogs around, and I'd love people who understand that even a confident, social little girl like me deserves time to decompress and adjust to a new environment. I'm only two years old, which means I still have plenty to learn, and I'd appreciate a family willing to continue reinforcing my manners and giving me the structure every rescue dog deserves. Most importantly, I want people who understand that adopting a dog isn't just about bringing home something cute. It's about making a lifelong commitment to someone who will depend on you for love, safety, guidance, and care.

California Roots, Arizona Adventures, and a Forever Kind of Love

I've already discovered that life can be pretty wonderful when you're surrounded by kindness, consistency, and people who genuinely care about you. I've got a personality that makes people laugh, a playful spirit that keeps things interesting, and a heart that seems to have plenty of room for everyone I meet. I don't need a mansion, a designer wardrobe, or a backyard worthy of a magazine cover. Although, if you happen to have a shaded patio and an overflowing toy basket, I certainly wouldn't complain! What I really want is a family who will appreciate all the little things that make me who I am. The way I bunny-hop after a ball, the way I circle back to check on my human, the way I curl into someone's lap between games of fetch, and the way I greet every new person as though they might just become my new best friend.

The Final Word from Your Future Favorite Girl

My name is Rizzo, and I'm 25 pounds of California charm, toy-loving enthusiasm, curious little adventures, and some of the sweetest cuddles you'll ever experience. I've got excellent sleeping habits, a designated backyard powder room, a serious commitment to kitchen cleanliness, and enough personality to keep you smiling through even the longest days. I'm not looking for someone to entertain me every second of my life, but I am looking for someone who wants to share theirs with me. Someone who understands that the best relationships are built through patience, trust, laughter, and all those ordinary little moments that eventually become your favorite memories.

I may have left California behind, but I brought the sunshine in my personality, the shade-loving attitude of a Hollywood starlet, and a heart that's ready to belong somewhere forever. So grab a toy, save me a seat, and prepare yourself for a lifetime of laughter. I'm Rizzo, darling, and I'm not just looking for a home. I'm looking for my permanent toy chest!

Rizzo is spay, microchipped, and vaccinated, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is located in Apache Junction, 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.

The California Girl with a Million-Dollar Underbite and Sunshine in Her Soul!

The Shelter's Most Overlooked Cover Girl

Well, hello there, darling! My name is Rizzo, I'm two years old, weigh a fabulous 25 pounds, and I'm one little lady who still can't figure out how a gorgeous California girl like myself ended up sitting in a local shelter without anyone adopting me! Seriously, I'm still trying to figure that one out! I was found wandering around as a stray, and somehow, despite this ridiculously adorable face, my winning personality, and a smile that could light up an entire room, nobody came to take me home. NOT ONE PERSON! I mean, have you seen my face? Thankfully, the Freedom Squad recognized a good thing when they saw it, and now I'm getting my second chance at finding a family who appreciates everything this little package has to offer. I've already learned that sometimes life doesn't go according to plan, but that certainly doesn't mean you stop smiling. And trust me, smiling is something I happen to be exceptionally good at!

Botox Could Never, Darling!

Now, before we go any further, we absolutely MUST discuss my lips because, quite frankly, they're magnificent! I've got this fabulous, naturally plump lower lip that would put a ten-thousand-dollar Botox appointment to shame, and the best part is that I was born this way! No injections, no fillers, no appointments, just pure bulldog perfection. And then there are my adorable little crooked teeth and that glorious underbite that occasionally catches my upper lip and leaves me sporting the most ridiculous expression you've ever seen. Sometimes my lip gets stuck, and I just carry on with my day looking like I've been personally offended by something. My foster mom thinks it's hysterical, but I prefer to call it my signature look. Some girls spend thousands trying to achieve the perfect pout. I just wake up, flash my crooked little teeth, and let nature do the rest. Honestly, Hollywood could never compete with this face!

I Don't Need Sunshine, I AM the Sunshine!

Here's something you should know about me. I'm not one of those girls who needs to lie outside baking in the sun to feel fabulous. Absolutely not! While my foster siblings are stretched out across the patio soaking up those Arizona rays, you'll find me relaxing comfortably in the shade, protecting this youthful glow I've worked so hard to maintain. But there's another reason I don't need to sunbathe, and it's actually pretty simple. I AM the sunshine! I'm the happy little face greeting you when you walk into a room, the goofy smile that makes a bad day better, and the girl who somehow manages to find joy in just about every situation she encounters. My crooked teeth might be showing, my upper lip might be stuck on my underbite, and I might have a toy hanging out of my mouth, but I promise you I'll be smiling through all of it. Life hasn't always been perfect, but that doesn't mean I have to carry the clouds around with me. I've got enough sunshine in this little body to brighten an entire household, and I'm just looking for someone who wants to share it with me.

Toys Are Life, and I'm Not Accepting Questions

If there's one thing you absolutely MUST know about me, it's that toys aren't just something I enjoy. They are my entire personality, my greatest passion, and quite possibly the reason I get out of bed every morning! Balls, squeaky toys, anything you can throw across the room, I'm interested. I absolutely LOVE playing catch and fetch, and unlike some of my fellow bulldogs who believe retrieving is beneath them, I actually bring my toys back! There's just one tiny condition. Before you throw it again, I may need to climb into your lap for a quick cuddle because I'm a firm believer that athletic performance and emotional support should go hand in hand. And you should see the way I chase things! I bunny-hop across the floor, launch myself toward my toys, and pounce on them like a tiny kitten who's just discovered her first feather wand. I'm basically a puppy, a professional athlete, a lap dog, and a suspiciously catlike creature all rolled into one fabulous little package.

Kitchen Management Has Officially Hired Me

I've recently made one of the greatest discoveries of my young life, and I'm honestly shocked nobody told me about it sooner. THE KITCHEN! Did you know that humans regularly stand in this magical room preparing food, and sometimes perfectly delicious little treasures just FALL onto the floor? For FREE? Naturally, I've taken it upon myself to oversee the entire operation. I'm now the self-appointed Head of Floor Cleanup, Assistant Dishwasher, and Quality Control Inspector for anything that might accidentally tumble off the counter. I take my responsibilities very seriously, and I believe no crumb should ever be left behind. If a plate happens to come within licking distance, I may even offer a complimentary pre-rinse because I'm thoughtful like that. My foster mom seems to think I should mind my own business, but I'm simply trying to contribute to the household. You're welcome, by the way.

Curiosity Didn't Kill This Cat... I Mean Dog!

I'm a curious little lady who believes there's an entire world out there waiting to be explored, and I intend to investigate every inch of it. New backyard? Interesting! Unfamiliar smell? Better investigate! Something moved behind that bush? Excuse me while I conduct a full inspection! I love wandering around and discovering all the little mysteries of my surroundings, but here's the sweet part. I never get too far before circling back to check on my human. I might be independent enough to enjoy exploring, but I still want to know where my person is and what they're doing. Sometimes I'll come trotting back as if I've just returned from a top-secret mission with highly classified information. Unfortunately, humans don't speak fluent bulldog, so you'll just have to trust that my discoveries are fascinating. I'm a part-time explorer, full-time mama's girl, and an extremely dedicated neighborhood investigator.

Beauty Sleep and Bathroom Etiquette

Let's discuss my sleeping arrangements because I happen to be an absolute dream at bedtime. I sleep soundly through the night, and I'm perfectly content waiting until morning to head outside and take care of my business. No midnight parties, no unnecessary wake-up calls, and no demanding that someone entertain me at three in the morning. A girl needs her beauty rest, and I take that responsibility very seriously! I'm also a creature of habit when it comes to potty time. While some dogs believe the entire backyard should be treated like an obstacle course of unpleasant surprises, I have designated my very own personal powder room. Same spot, every single time! Honestly, I don't understand why everyone finds this so impressive. It's called having standards, people. A full night's sleep, a predictable bathroom routine, and a girl who knows exactly where she wants to go? I'd say I'm bringing some pretty impressive qualifications to the adoption table.

Walking in a Straight Line Is Highly Overrated

I happen to be quite good on a leash, although I do believe walks should be an experience rather than a race to the finish line. You see, my nose has a very important job, and sometimes that requires taking a slightly unconventional route. A little zig to the left, a little zag to the right, perhaps a brief investigation of that suspicious-looking bush, and then we're back on our way! I'm not trying to drag you around the neighborhood or make things difficult. I'm simply providing a guided tour of everything my curious little nose discovers. Between all the unfamiliar desert smells and the approximately 47 squirrels bouncing around inside my imagination, there's an awful lot happening in this big, beautiful world. I promise to make our walks entertaining, and you'll probably start noticing things you never paid attention to before. Consider me your personal adventure guide with four legs and excellent sniffing credentials.

Doggie Roommates? I'm Here for the Good Vibes!

I absolutely enjoy being around other dogs, and one of the nicest things about me is that I don't feel the need to create unnecessary drama. I'm not interested in being the queen of the castle, controlling everyone else's activities, or starting arguments over who gets to sit where. My foster home is basically like living with four teenagers under one roof. Everybody has their own interests, minds their own business, and occasionally crosses paths for a quick hello before returning to their regularly scheduled programming. I enjoy being part of the group and having other dogs around, even if we're not constantly wrestling or playing together. Sometimes companionship is simply knowing your friends are nearby while you enjoy your own activities. I'm perfectly happy sharing my world with other dogs, and I think a home with a friendly canine companion could be a wonderful fit for me. Just don't expect me to surrender my title as Chief Toy Enthusiast without a discussion!

Road Trips, Window Views, and First-Class Naps

Looking for a four-legged copilot who won't complain about your music choices, criticize your driving, or ask whether we're there yet every five minutes? Congratulations, you've found her! I'm an absolute lady in the car, and I genuinely enjoy going along for the ride. Sometimes I'll curl up and take a little nap, and other times I'll quietly watch the world pass by while contemplating all the fascinating things happening outside my window. Whether we're running errands, heading out for a little adventure, or taking a longer road trip, I'm happy just being included. I don't need constant entertainment or a complicated travel itinerary. Give me a comfortable place to settle, a safe ride, and someone I love sitting nearby, and I'm perfectly content. I have a feeling there are some pretty amazing adventures waiting for me, and I'd really like to experience them with a family of my very own.

Stranger Danger? Never Heard of Her!

I absolutely LOVE meeting new people! Seriously, if you walk into my world, there's a very good chance I've already decided we should be friends. I don't believe in wasting valuable time pretending to be mysterious or playing hard to get. Life is too short, and there are far too many humans out there who might be willing to pet me, cuddle me, or throw a toy! Sometimes my excitement gets the best of me, and I might offer a few enthusiastic little jumps while introducing myself. My foster family is helping me remember that keeping all four paws on the ground is considered proper etiquette, and thankfully, I'm pretty easy to redirect. I'm not trying to be rude; I'm just extremely happy to see you! Besides, every new person I meet could potentially be the human who changes my life forever, and I think that deserves a little excitement, don't you?

A Little Independence, a Whole Lot of Love

One of the things that makes me such a wonderful companion is that I have a really nice balance between being playful, affectionate, and independent. I love spending time with my humans, and I absolutely adore climbing into a lap for some cuddles, but I also enjoy exploring my surroundings and entertaining myself. I'm not a girl who needs to be involved in every single thing happening around the house, although I reserve the right to supervise kitchen activities whenever necessary. I enjoy having other dogs around, appreciate a predictable routine, and love knowing that my people are nearby. I'm still young, so naturally I have energy, curiosity, and plenty of enthusiasm for life, but I also know how to settle down and enjoy the quieter moments. Give me a toy, a comfortable place to relax, and a little affection, and I'm one very happy girl.

My Perfect Family Has Toys, Patience, and a Sense of Humor

If you're wondering what kind of home I'm looking for, let me paint you a picture. I'd love a family who enjoys interacting with their dog rather than simply having one around the house. Someone who will throw my toys, laugh at my ridiculous bunny hops, take me on interesting walks, and appreciate my occasional need to investigate every square inch of the backyard. I'd be happy having friendly dogs around, and I'd love people who understand that even a confident, social little girl like me deserves time to decompress and adjust to a new environment. I'm only two years old, which means I still have plenty to learn, and I'd appreciate a family willing to continue reinforcing my manners and giving me the structure every rescue dog deserves. Most importantly, I want people who understand that adopting a dog isn't just about bringing home something cute. It's about making a lifelong commitment to someone who will depend on you for love, safety, guidance, and care.

California Roots, Arizona Adventures, and a Forever Kind of Love

I've already discovered that life can be pretty wonderful when you're surrounded by kindness, consistency, and people who genuinely care about you. I've got a personality that makes people laugh, a playful spirit that keeps things interesting, and a heart that seems to have plenty of room for everyone I meet. I don't need a mansion, a designer wardrobe, or a backyard worthy of a magazine cover. Although, if you happen to have a shaded patio and an overflowing toy basket, I certainly wouldn't complain! What I really want is a family who will appreciate all the little things that make me who I am. The way I bunny-hop after a ball, the way I circle back to check on my human, the way I curl into someone's lap between games of fetch, and the way I greet every new person as though they might just become my new best friend.

The Final Word from Your Future Favorite Girl

My name is Rizzo, and I'm 25 pounds of California charm, toy-loving enthusiasm, curious little adventures, and some of the sweetest cuddles you'll ever experience. I've got excellent sleeping habits, a designated backyard powder room, a serious commitment to kitchen cleanliness, and enough personality to keep you smiling through even the longest days. I'm not looking for someone to entertain me every second of my life, but I am looking for someone who wants to share theirs with me. Someone who understands that the best relationships are built through patience, trust, laughter, and all those ordinary little moments that eventually become your favorite memories.

I may have left California behind, but I brought the sunshine in my personality, the shade-loving attitude of a Hollywood starlet, and a heart that's ready to belong somewhere forever. So grab a toy, save me a seat, and prepare yourself for a lifetime of laughter. I'm Rizzo, darling, and I'm not just looking for a home. I'm looking for my permanent toy chest!

Rizzo is spay, microchipped, and vaccinated, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is located in Apache Junction, 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 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.

    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.

Well, hello there, beautiful people! My name is Gravy, I weigh a fabulous 25 pounds, and according to the shelter, I'm four years old. Now, Mo and the Freedom Squad aren't entirely convinced about that number because my energy, personality, and overall demeanor suggest I might be closer to two and a half! Nobody knows my exact birthday, but I can assure you that whatever age you put on my paperwork, I've got the enthusiasm of a puppy who just discovered the world is one giant playground. Seriously, the amount of energy flowing through this little French Bulldog body should probably be studied by scientists because I wake up every morning like I've just been plugged into a 220-volt outlet! If you remember Stetson from the Freedom Squad, then congratulations, because you've basically found his long-lost twin. Except I'm Stetson times TEN when it comes to energy! I've got that ridiculously adorable face, the most magnificent forehead wrinkle you've ever seen, and a personality that makes it nearly impossible to stay serious around me. Underneath all that excitement is a boy who genuinely wants nothing more than to be loved.

My story started at a local animal shelter, where I ended up waiting for my owners to come back for me. Unfortunately, that never happened. Now, I'm not going to spend my time wondering why someone didn't return for a face like mine because, quite frankly, that's their loss! I mean, have you SEEN this forehead wrinkle? People pay good money for faces with character, and I came equipped with one of the finest bulldog expressions in the business. Thankfully, Freedom Frenchie Rescue came along and recognized that beneath all this energy and enthusiasm was a pretty spectacular little guy who deserved another chance. I arrived appearing to be in outstanding health, with a whole lot of personality and absolutely no intention of letting my past determine my future. I may have been overlooked once, but I have a feeling my forever family is going to take one look at me and wonder how they ever lived without this much Gravy in their life.

Apparently, the humans have been trying to get some really nice pictures of me for my adoption profile, and I have one very important question. WHY? Why would anyone expect a handsome, energetic Frenchie to sit perfectly still when there are approximately a million more interesting things happening around him? I'm not a statue, people! I'm a living, breathing, bouncing little masterpiece, and I believe my photos should reflect that. My foster family has discovered that squeaky toys and treats are the secret to getting my attention, although I make absolutely no promises about how long that attention will last. You might get one perfect picture, followed by 47 blurry photos of my forehead, my backside, and whatever direction I happened to be running. But that's part of my charm. I'm not the kind of guy who sits around waiting for life to happen. I'm the guy who makes life happen, preferably at full speed and with a toy in my mouth.

Now, before you assume I'm nothing but a four-legged tornado, let me introduce you to my softer side because, apparently, I'm quite the romantic little gentleman! My foster mom has discovered that I absolutely LOVE curling up next to her and binge-watching Netflix. Yes, the same little guy who was bouncing off the walls twenty minutes earlier can transform into a perfectly content couch companion who just wants to be close to his human. I don't need constant entertainment when it's time to relax, and I'm more than happy to settle in beside you while you work your way through an entire television series. I'm a genuine love bug, and affection is something I take very seriously. Sometimes when we're cuddling, I'll even stretch out my little paws and place them right on you like I'm giving you a hug. That's right, people, I GIVE HUGS! I don't know how many French Bulldogs have mastered the art of hugging their humans, but I happen to think it's one of my finest qualities. I may have enough energy to run a small amusement park, but when it's time for love, I am all yours.

Now, before you fall completely in love with my ridiculously cute face and impressive hugging abilities, we need to discuss something very important. I NEED A LEADER! Not someone who thinks yelling louder makes them the boss, and definitely not someone who believes letting me do whatever I want is a form of love. I need a confident, consistent human who understands structure, boundaries, and how to guide a dog who has enough personality to run a small corporation. Because here's the truth: if you don't establish the household rules, I will happily create my own, and I can almost guarantee you won't approve of half of them! I'm smart, I listen, and I'm actually very easy to redirect when someone communicates clearly with me. What I need is someone willing to follow through and help me understand what's expected. I don't need to control the household, but without guidance, I might certainly give it a try. A little leadership goes a long way with a guy like me, and when I know someone else is confidently handling the important decisions, I can focus on what I do best: being an absolutely fantastic dog.

Let's talk about my walking skills because, well, they're a work in progress! Apparently, walks are supposed to involve moving in a relatively organized direction while remaining connected to the human holding the leash. Interesting concept, but I haven't completely mastered it yet. Right now, my foster family is working with me using a slip lead and teaching me how to follow direction instead of assuming that every outing should be an independent expedition. I need someone who will continue this training with patience, consistency, and proper guidance because leash manners aren't something that magically appear overnight. I'm not a bad dog on a leash; I'm simply a dog who needs to learn what walking politely actually means. The encouraging part is that I'm responsive, willing to listen, and easy to redirect, which gives me a wonderful foundation to build on. My future family just needs to understand that training doesn't end when adoption papers are signed. That's actually when the real teamwork begins.

Here's something that might surprise you about a guy with this much personality. When I first arrived, crowds and busy social situations made me pretty nervous! I know, I know, you'd think someone with my confidence and enthusiasm would be the life of every party, but sometimes all those people, noises, and unfamiliar experiences were just a little overwhelming. Well, guess what? I'm getting better! My foster mom says I'm becoming much more sociable around people, and I'm starting to understand that meeting new humans can actually be a pretty wonderful experience. Especially when those humans happen to be associated with something called a PUP CUP! Now we're talking my language! I still need someone who understands that confidence is built through positive experiences rather than throwing me into overwhelming situations, but I'm making real progress. I don't need to attend every crowded festival or become the mayor of the dog park overnight. I just need a family who will continue helping me discover that the world can be a fun, welcoming place, preferably with an occasional whipped-cream reward for my bravery!

Let's discuss my relationship with the lovely Miss Nola because apparently every household has someone in charge, and in my foster home, that someone is HER! I genuinely enjoy being around other dogs, and Nola and I get along really well. Sometimes I get a little enthusiastic about sharing attention with our humans, and Miss Nola will politely remind me that she was here first and that not every cuddle session requires my participation. And you know what? I LISTEN! When she puts me in check, I respect her boundaries and move along without turning the situation into a dramatic French Bulldog soap opera. That's a pretty important quality because it shows I'm capable of understanding another dog's communication and accepting correction. My rescue still believes I'd do best with one well-matched canine companion, preferably a female, rather than a house full of competing personalities. With proper introductions, decompression, and humans who maintain a balanced household, I think I could make a pretty spectacular little broth

Gravy is neutered,  microchipped, and vaccinated, his adoption donation fee is $1150.00. He is located in Gilbert, AZ and you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. 

*Please Note: All learning and guidance must continue in their new home. A dog’s behavior can change with a new environment and energy, and every family’s dynamic is different. What works or is allowed in one foster home may not be the same in yours, so consistency, patience, and continued training are key to their success.

   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.

   MEET MILO — 27 POUNDS OF NOSEY NELLY, SELECTIVE HEARING & DARLA’S UNWANTED PERSONAL ASSISTANT

HI, I’M MILO — APPARENTLY I WAS “TOO MUCH”

Hi, I’m Milo! I’m two years old, about 27 pounds, and I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue as a surrender. Somewhere along the way, someone had “saved” me, and eventually I became too much for them. Who knows what the whole story really was, and honestly, who cares? I'm here now, I'm safe, and nobody needs to spend time trying to piece together a story I can't confirm. What matters is the dog standing in front of you today, and that dog is one incredibly sweet, social, slightly nosey little French Bulldog.

THEN I MET DARLA AND DECIDED SHE WAS MY SOULMATE

I LOVE me some Darla. From the moment I met her, I basically decided we were going to be together at all times. I followed her around nonstop like a little 27-pound shadow, and I could tell immediately that she was equally thrilled about our new relationship. Okay, that's a lie. She was SO annoyed with me. But after about a week, she finally accepted that apparently she had acquired an irritating little fly that wasn't going anywhere.

DARLA HAS ACCEPTED HER FATE

For the most part, Darla keeps me in check. She lets me know when I'm being ridiculous, and I'm learning to respect what she's telling me. Meanwhile, I continue following her because clearly our relationship is working beautifully. She may describe it differently, but unfortunately this is my adoption profile and she doesn't get editorial approval. As far as Darla is concerned, however, everyone should apply for me immediately so she can get adopted brother-free and return to the peaceful life she had before Milo.

OTHER DOGS ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE

I'm a very social guy and genuinely enjoy being around other dogs. I like hanging out with the crowd, eating alongside my foster siblings, lounging on the couch with everyone, and just being part of whatever the pack is doing. I haven't shown aggression or reactivity in my foster home. I'm generally just cruising around, hanging with the dogs, and periodically checking to make sure Darla hasn't somehow escaped my supervision.

I’M A NOSEY NELLY AND I MAKE NO APOLOGIES

If you're doing something, I need to know what you're doing. Open a bag of chips? I'm directly behind you conducting an investigation. Walk into another room? Interesting, I'll come too. Taking your morning poop? Great news, you don't have to do that alone anymore. I consider privacy an outdated human concept. If I'm not playing with my foster siblings or distracted by the beautiful Darla, I prefer to have my human within eyesight because something important could happen and I refuse to miss it.

YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO WONDER WHERE I AM

I'm not necessarily demanding that you entertain me every second of the day. I just like being involved. There's a difference. I want to know where you are, what you're eating, why you opened that cabinet, whether we're leaving, what was inside that package, and whether any of this concerns me. Most of the time it probably doesn't, but I believe in gathering all available information before reaching that conclusion.

POTTY TRAINING? ALREADY HANDLED

I'm potty trained and I know how to use the doggy door, which makes life considerably easier. Since being neutered, my marking has also pretty much stopped. Now, am I going to promise that I'll enter a completely new house filled with unfamiliar dog smells and never consider lighting up the corner of a couch? Absolutely not. I'm a dog, not a politician making campaign promises. A transition period, supervision, and continuing my routine are still important while I learn that your house is now my house too.

MY EAR NEEDS SOME REGULAR ATTENTION

I currently have an ear hematoma that is slowly healing, so ears are going to be one of those things my future family needs to stay on top of. Keeping my ears clean, monitoring them for irritation, odor, discharge, redness, or excessive scratching, and addressing problems early will be important. Bulldog ears can turn into an expensive problem when they're ignored, so the easiest approach is to make checking my ears part of my normal weekly care routine and follow veterinary recommendations if anything looks off.

SNACKS HAVE MY FULL ATTENTION

I haven't shown a huge obsession with toys yet, but snacks? Now we're speaking my language. Food is considerably more interesting to me than chasing around some squeaky object I'm apparently expected to retrieve. Maybe the toy thing will come with time as I continue settling in, or maybe I'll always be the guy who would rather sit beside you waiting for snacks. Either option works for me.

MY FRENCH BULLDOG HEARING IS HIGHLY SELECTIVE

I'm capable of hearing. Whether I believe what you're saying deserves an immediate response is an entirely different question. My classic French Bulldog selective hearing occasionally interferes with my ability to follow directions, especially when something more interesting is happening. Darla walked by? Sorry, conversation over. Somebody opened a snack? Your request has been placed on hold. Another dog is doing something interesting? I'll circle back with you later.

I’M ACTUALLY A VERY GENTLE GUY

Underneath all the nosiness, Darla stalking, couch hogging, and selective listening is an incredibly kind and gentle little dog. That's really the heart of who I am. I enjoy being with people and dogs, and I haven't felt the need to create conflict in my foster home. I fit into the group, eat with everyone, relax with everyone, and generally seem happiest when I feel like I'm part of something.

COUCH CAPACITY IS MERELY A SUGGESTION

If the foster dogs are on the couch, obviously I should also be on the couch. It doesn't matter how many dogs are already there or how much actual couch remains. We can figure it out. I'm perfectly happy piling in with my foster siblings and taking whatever space is available, although somehow I suspect the humans are usually the ones who end up with six inches of cushion while the dogs occupy the rest.

SUNBATHING IS ONE OF MY SPECIAL SKILLS

I LOVE a good sunbathing session. Give me a comfortable spot, let me stretch out, and I'm happy to enjoy a little sunshine while contemplating all of my important Milo responsibilities. Of course, I'm still a French Bulldog, so my humans need to be smart about heat and make sure my sun worship doesn't turn into overheating, especially here in Arizona. Safe sunshine and supervised lounging? Absolutely.

I’LL TAKE THE PASSENGER SEAT, PLEASE

Car rides are another favorite of mine, which makes me an awesome candidate for someone who likes bringing their dog along. I'm not looking for a life where I never leave the house. Take me for a ride, bring me along on an adventure, let me see what's happening in the world, and I'm happy. Remember, I'm Nosey Nelly. Of course I want to go. There could be something happening somewhere without me, and that's simply unacceptable.

I’D BE ONE HELL OF A LITTLE BUDDY

That's the kind of home I can really see myself in—someone who actually wants their dog involved in their life. I don't need every day to be some enormous adventure, but I would love a person who enjoys car rides, walks, hanging outside, relaxing on the couch, and having a little sidekick following them around. If you're looking for a dog who disappears into another room for six hours and minds his own business, we should probably discuss your expectations.

I DON’T NEED TO BE AN ONLY DOG

Based on what we've seen in foster care, I really enjoy having canine company. I've been able to eat with my foster siblings, hang out with them, share couch space, and play without showing aggression or reactivity. Another compatible dog could be a great fit for me, especially because I clearly enjoy being part of a pack. As always, proper decompression and slow introductions still matter because every new relationship deserves the chance to develop instead of being forced.

DARLA WOULD LIKE TO PERSONALLY APPROVE MY ADOPTION

Darla has asked that we wrap this profile up because apparently she's exhausted. She would like everyone to understand that Milo is sweet, Milo is gentle, Milo is dog-friendly, Milo is adorable, and Milo needs his own damn family immediately. She has served her time. She would like to nap without opening her eyes and discovering my face six inches away. She would like to walk across the room without acquiring a Milo. Please respect Darla during this difficult time.

I’M READY TO BE SOMEBODY’S SHADOW

Milo—two years old, about 27 pounds, potty trained, doggy-door trained, dog-friendly, car-ride approved, snack motivated, professional sunbather, couch hog, Nosey Nelly, and Darla's completely unsolicited personal assistant. I'm gentle, affectionate, social, and happiest when I get to be part of the family instead of watching life happen from the sidelines.

Give me a little structure, keep up with my ears, continue working on my manners, and understand that wherever you go, there's an excellent chance I'm coming too. Your couch will become our couch, your car will become our car, and apparently even your bathroom will become our bathroom.

And if you need one final reason to adopt me, please consider doing it for Darla.

 That poor woman has had enough.

Milo is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1150.00 and you can apply for him 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.