HI. I’M MIKE.
One of the 11 strangers recently welcomed freedom squad from a breeder release. 

There are a lot of new faces joining the crew… and I’m one of them.

A Stranger No More

Joining the cast at 1.5 years old and about 28lbs, getting paid to be a wiggle worm! I’m one of the newest members of the freedom squad stranger crew. I came from a breeder release, which means the big world is still a little… well… big to me. Everything is new. Toys are new. Parks are new. Cuddles are new. Attention is very new. But let me tell you something — I am loving it. I’m figuring out this whole “being a dog with a family” thing one day at a time, and every day I get a little braver.

My Daily Routine (I’m a Good Eater!)

I’ve got a healthy appetite and my foster mom says that’s a good thing. Breakfast and dinner for me are simple and delicious: one cup of kibble with a scoop of cottage cheese, served twice a day. I take my meals very seriously. Every morning I go outside first thing, and when I do my business like a good boy, I get a treat. I’m learning quickly that good decisions equal snacks, and honestly that’s a system I fully support.

The Potty Training Situation

So here’s the deal… I’m still working on my house manners. Sometimes I try to mark things inside. My foster mom says it’s a “boy dog thing,” but the good news is that since my recent neuter surgery, it has already started to slow down a lot. She’s been using a spray deterrent on furniture and keeping a good routine, which is really helping me understand the rules. I’m a smart guy, I just need consistency, patience, and a little guidance. So belly bands might come in handy for a little bit until I figure your life out and you figure mine out!

The Wiggle Worm

When I get excited, my whole body goes into full wiggle mode. My booty shakes, my hips sway, and it basically turns into a tiny bulldog dance party. My foster mom says I can sway those hips like there is no tomorrow, and honestly I think she might be right.

My Little Rascal Side

Okay… full disclosure. I do have a bit of a rascal side. I love chewing on things, especially plastic items like phone cords, remote controls, or anything else that looks interesting and is within reach. If it catches my eye, there is a good chance I might test it with my teeth. So if you adopt me, just remember one simple rule: keep your things picked up. Not because I’m bad… but because I’m curious. Very curious.

My Foster Sister (And Why I Need a Dog Friend)

Right now I live with a 5-year-old female Frenchie, and she’s basically my life coach. I watch everything she does — how she plays, how she eats, and how she lives her best Frenchie life. I’m very respectful of her, especially when it comes to food. I don’t show any resource guarding and tend to be submissive around her. Because of that, the rescue believes I would do best in a home with another dog, preferably a female companion who can help continue teaching me the ropes. I’m definitely a pack dog and I like having a buddy around.

Adventures (The Big World is Still Big)

My foster mom takes me on short walks to the park, and I’m learning how to use a leash. At first I was very shy and timid, and I might still be that way when I arrive in a new home until I get comfortable. Building confidence doesn’t happen overnight. These things take time, structure, and guidance. One time I tried to sneak out the front door, but I ran right back inside. Turns out the big world might be a little scary after all.

Toys Are AMAZING

When I first arrived, I didn’t really understand toys. I had no idea what they were or what you were supposed to do with them. But once I figured it out… game on. Now I love toys and I’m even learning how to play fetch. Discovering toys might be one of the most exciting parts of my new life.

Learning to Cuddle

Cuddling with humans is another new skill I’m working on. Sometimes I lay close to my foster sister, but we’re not quite professional snugglers yet. Humans though? I’m starting to realize they’re actually pretty great to cuddle with. Turns out affection is pretty awesome.

My Medical Update

I recently had my neuter surgery and I’m recovering really well. I also have another vet appointment scheduled to repeat a heartworm test, because the first one showed a faint possible positive. The rescue is being extra careful and making sure everything is perfect before I head off to my forever home.

My Perfect Home

My ideal home would have another friendly dog, preferably a female companion, patient humans who understand that I’m still learning about the world, and plenty of toys. I may be a little unsure at first, but once I feel safe my goofy, loving personality really starts to shine. And of course, it helps if you appreciate a good booty wiggle.

From Breeder Dog to Freedom Squad

Not that long ago I didn’t know toys, parks, or cuddles. Now I’m learning what it means to be part of the freedom squad family. The next step is finding my forever pack… and maybe that’s you.

Mike is neutered, vaccinated and microchipped, his adoption donation fee is $1250.00. He is being fostered 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.

    Tata — Your Happy Little Ride-or-Die

Older, Wiser… Still Got the Zoomies

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

My Story (and Why I Deserve My Own Life)

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

I’ve Got the Basics Down

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

Playtime… But I’m Still Learning

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

 I Feel Big Feelings Sometimes

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

Food, Baths, and My Glow-Up Era

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

Certified Lover Boy

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

Let’s Go Somewhere

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

 What I Need From You

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

My Perfect Home

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

Just a Good Boy Ready for His Chance

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

Tata is neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped. He is being fostered in Florence, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $850.00 you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. 

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

  Meet Decatur — The Quiet Gentleman

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

His Reset Era (Decompression Matters)

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

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

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

Dog Energy Match (This Matters)

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

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

That’s where he will thrive.

Personality & Daily Life

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

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

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

Health & Care

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

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

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

Transport Policy (Read This Before Applying)

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

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

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

His Perfect Home

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

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

Final Word

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

Now he just needs somewhere to finish his story.

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

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

Pierre — The Little Gentleman with a Big Houdini Personality

Hi friends, Pierre here. I’m about 18 pounds of Frenchie charm, confidence, and just the right amount of mischief. The shelter guessed I’m around eight years old… but let’s be real—I don’t move like an eight-year-old. With my energy, my hops, and my ability to clear gates like a tiny athlete, my rescue thinks I’m closer to six and a half.

Part Dog… Part Magician

I’m a bit of a Houdini. Gates? Suggestions. Crates? I have opinions. Very loud opinions. I will absolutely sit there and chatter about how much I don’t like it. The good news? I’m learning. I’ve started going into my crate on my own and relaxing—it just takes patience and consistency.

Friends, Fun, and Frenchie Energy

I LOVE other dogs. I recently went to Chaparral Dog Park and had the best time running around with a whole crew of Frenchies. I’d do best in a home with one or two other dogs—not a big pack. I like a buddy, but I also like my space.

Snacks Are My Love Language

I LOVE food. Snacks? Yes. Treats? Even better. I take them so gently too—like the little gentleman I am. Honestly, we have no idea why someone gave up on me.

Learning the House Rules

I’m still working on house training, but I’m getting better every day. I just need consistency and someone willing to keep guiding me.

Velcro Mode: Activated

I am not an independent dog—I am a Velcro Frenchie. I want to be near you, on you, next to you, getting all the cuddles and booty scratches.

A Little Extra Care

The shelter flagged me as IVDD, but I am not paralyzed. Like many Frenchies, I have some natural vertebral changes. My back legs can be a little shaky, but I’m on Gabapentin and joint supplements that are helping. Keeping my inflammation down will be key to my success, and supportive care like physical therapy or chiropractic work would be great for me.

Perfect Match

I need a home that understands me—quirky, loving, and a little stubborn. One or two dog friends would be perfect, along with a family that wants a true companion.

Final Match

I’m funny, affectionate, determined, and full of personality. If you’re looking for a dog who will make you laugh and love you endlessly—I’m your guy.

Pierre is vaccinated, microchipped, and neutered, he is being fostered in Chandler, AZ. Pierre adoption donation fee is $1050.00 and you can apply for him on our website. As we learn more about Pierre we will update his profile. 

*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.

      Paco — The Pirate With A Heart of Gold

“Yeah… I’ve got one eye. And honestly? It kind of works for me.”

Hi, I’m Paco. Some people call me Paco the Pirate, which feels pretty accurate considering I look like I should be sailing around stealing snacks instead of living in a house.

I’m around 22 pounds of sleepy, chill Frenchie energy and I’ve been in foster care for over a month. 3 weeks in CA at a temp foster and then to AZ for the last few weeks.  but honestly? I settled in pretty quickly. I’m the kind of guy who likes soft couches, naps, and keeping life low stress.

“I’m More Couch Potato Than Chaos”

If you’re looking for a wild, nonstop-energy dog… respectfully, that’s not me.

I sleep a lot, I relax a lot, and when left alone I mostly just hang out and snooze. I’m very much in my “retired uncle with a recliner” era. I enjoy being around my people, but I’m not constantly demanding attention every second of the day.

I also love snacks and Hulu, so honestly? Keep both of those coming my way and I’ll absolutely be your bestie.

“We’re Working On The Whole Potty Training Situation”

I’m somewhat house trained and making progress every day. I’ve had some accidents, but we’re working on improvement and routine helps me a lot.

I’m also not fully crate trained yet. I’ll definitely give a little speech about my feelings when I first go in the crate, but after a bit of complaining, I usually settle down just fine. I do like tho chat you know the Frenchie chatter.. that’s me!

At night? The living room couch is my preferred sleeping arrangement. As it should be.

“About My Eye…”

One thing you’ll notice about me right away is my eye.

I have glaucoma, which has caused me to have limited vision. In the long run, there’s a chance I may eventually need to have my other eye removed, but right now it is not medically affecting me and I’m not in pain. Because of that, we are not removing it at this time.

I am also still adjusting to my vision changes. I’m getting used to only having one eye and not seeing very well out of the other one, so I really need time to transition and feel safe. Because of that, I do not like dogs getting directly in my face. I’m not a fighter at all, but I will absolutely stand up for myself if I feel uncomfortable or cornered.

A slow transition into a new home is going to be incredibly important for my success. Please keep that in mind. Don’t just throw me into your pack like I’ve lived there my whole life. I need patience, structure, and time to settle in and learn that I’m safe.

The important thing to know is that I navigate life really well. Dogs are incredibly adaptable, and honestly? I don’t let it slow me down much at all. I still enjoy life, I still enjoy people, and I still know exactly where snacks are located at all times.

“My Rescue Story”

I came from the San Diego Humane Society, and my rescue pulled me knowing I needed a soft place to land.

Before coming to Arizona, I stayed with a temporary foster in San Diego for a few weeks while recovering from my eye removal surgery. And man… let me tell you… after surgery my eye swelled up to the size of a baseball.

But my foster never gave up on me.

She stayed on top of my medications, did ice packs with me, encouraged me every single day, and kept me going while I healed. She was pure motivation for me during recovery, and because of that, I kept pushing forward.

“My Perfect Home”

I’d love a home that understands I’m a lower-key kind of guy. A family that appreciates a chill companion, doesn’t expect perfection overnight, and is willing to continue helping me with routine, patience, and confidence-building would be ideal for me.

Mostly though? I just want somewhere safe to land.

A couch.
A soft blanket.
Somebody who loves me exactly the way I am.

And maybe a few snacks too.

Paco is neutered, vaccinated and microchipped, he is currently being fostered in Tempe AZ. You can apply for Paco at freedomfrenchierescue.org and his adoption donation fee is $1100.00.

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

 The Little Frenchie Who Got His Spark Back

My name's Bob, and the folks around here figure I'm somewhere between five and six years old. If you'd met me the day I arrived at Freedom Frenchie Rescue, you probably would've guessed I had a few more birthdays under my collar than that. Truth is, I looked a whole lot older than I really was. My skin was on fire from allergies, every itch reminded me I wasn't comfortable, and after living like that long enough, you start carrying yourself like an old man who's accepted that's just the way life is going to be. I wasn't unfriendly, and I certainly wasn't unhappy by choice. I just didn't feel good enough to let anybody see who I really was.

Funny how quickly life can change when somebody finally fixes the thing that's been weighing you down. Within twenty-four hours of starting treatment, my foster family started seeing little pieces of the real me. Every day after that, another piece showed up until one morning they realized that grumpy little fellow had disappeared, and in his place was the happy, affectionate French Bulldog that had been hiding beneath all that discomfort the whole time.

These days I take something called Zenrellia for my allergies, and I'll tell you something I've learned along the way—it sure is a lot easier to enjoy life when you're not spending every waking minute trying to scratch your own skin off. My coat looks healthier, my skin feels better, and for the first time in a long while, I get to spend my days thinking about all the important things instead of wondering when the itching is finally going to stop.

Now my days are filled with belly rubs, neighborhood walks, snacks that always seem to taste a little better than the last one, and simply enjoying the company of people who care about me. My foster family likes to say they didn't just find the right medication; they gave me a chance to enjoy being a dog again. I'd say they might be onto something because when you finally feel comfortable in your own skin, it's amazing how much brighter the world starts to look.

Now that I'm feeling like myself again, I've discovered I genuinely enjoy keeping good company. You'll usually find me somewhere close to my foster mom because she's become one of my favorite people. If she's walking through the house, I usually find a reason to head in the same direction. If she's sitting down, chances are I'll settle in nearby because I've learned that some of life's best moments don't require much more than sharing the same room with someone you love.

I don't need to be the center of attention to feel happy. After spending so much time feeling miserable, I've learned to appreciate every scratch behind my ears, every gentle pat on my back, and every quiet moment spent with people who simply enjoy having me around. Those little moments have become some of my favorites because they remind me how different life can feel when someone chooses to love you exactly as you are.

One of the nicest surprises about foster life has been making a best friend. My foster brother and I have become quite the pair, and we spend most of our days doing what good friends ought to do—keeping each other company, relaxing together, and reminding one another that life doesn't always have to be exciting to be good. I also get along wonderfully with cats, which doesn't surprise me one bit because I've never really understood the point of making enemies when making friends is so much easier.

Whether everybody is stretched out for an afternoon nap or wandering around the house together, I'm perfectly content simply being part of the family. There is something comforting about belonging, and after everything that's happened in my life, it's a feeling I don't take for granted.

Now, there is one thing I take very seriously, and that's mealtime. Somehow I've developed an internal clock that's accurate enough to rival just about anybody's watch. I couldn't tell you what time it is during the rest of the day, but breakfast and dinner somehow arrive in my mind right on schedule every single time.

I've learned to appreciate life's simple routines, and mealtime is certainly one of them. A full belly, a comfortable place to relax afterward, and people who remember that I'm patiently waiting nearby make for a pretty wonderful day. If someone happens to have a snack in their pocket, well, I certainly wouldn't consider that a bad decision either.

One thing I've really come to appreciate is getting out and seeing the world. I enjoy my walks, happily hop into the car whenever there's somewhere to go, and I've become a pretty big fan of coffee runs, errands, or honestly just about anything that lets me tag along with my people. It isn't really about where we're headed because, if I'm being honest, I'm mostly interested in spending time with the people sitting beside me.

There's something special about sitting in the passenger seat with the windows cracked just enough to let the fresh air roll in while the world quietly passes by. Those little adventures have become some of my favorite moments because they remind me that life isn't measured by how far you travel but by who you get to travel beside.

I've settled into home life pretty nicely. I'm fully potty trained, I know exactly how to use a doggie door, and I've discovered there's a comfortable rhythm to living in a family that suits me just fine. Some days I enjoy getting outside and stretching my legs, while other days you'll find me happily enjoying a long nap while everyone else goes about their day.

At this point in my life, I've found a balance between enjoying adventures and appreciating the quiet moments in between. There's something to be said for a comfortable bed, a peaceful afternoon, and knowing you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

Nobody really knows what my life looked like before rescue, and truthfully, I don't spend much time worrying about it anymore. The past may explain where I came from, but it doesn't get to decide where I'm going. Today I wake up comfortable, surrounded by people who genuinely care about me, friends to spend my days with, and a future that finally feels brighter than my past ever did.

Looking back, it's remarkable how much changed simply because somebody cared enough to help. Sometimes second chances don't arrive with fireworks or grand moments. Sometimes they arrive through good veterinary care, a little patience, the right medication, and people who refuse to give up on a dog who deserves another chance.

My allergies will probably always be part of my story, but thanks to Zenrelia, they don't get to write the ending anymore. What I'm looking for now is a family that enjoys the simple things as much as I do. I'd love people who don't mind sharing coffee runs, neighborhood walks, lazy afternoons on the couch, and the everyday routines that make a house feel like home. Most of all, I hope for someone who will continue giving me the care that helps me feel like myself because feeling healthy has allowed every other part of my personality to shine.

I've already learned that when your body finally feels good, your heart has room to enjoy life again. Somewhere out there is a family looking for a loyal little companion who's happiest simply being included in whatever the day brings. If that's you, I'd be honored to spend the rest of my life beside you, proving that sometimes the very best things in life aren't complicated at all—they're simply shared with the people who choose to love you forever.

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

   Hi, I'm Baxter.

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

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

Equal Parts Athlete and Professional Cuddler

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

A Man of Routine

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

The Little Things That Make Me... Me

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

Sleep Is a Full-Body Experience

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

About Other Dogs

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

Why I Think We'd Be Great Together

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

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

Love,
Baxter

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

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

  Hi, I'm Koda 

Second Chances Are My Time To Shine

I'm about four years old, and my journey with Freedom Frenchie Rescue started when the team traveled to Ventura County Animal Shelter to pick up another bulldog named Scarlett. As it turns out, they didn't leave with just one dog that day. They saw my handsome face, took one look at me, and apparently couldn't resist. Honestly, I like to think I was the impulse purchase in the checkout line.

When I first arrived in rescue, I was dealing with some skin issues and missing fur along my back and body. Shelter life had clearly taken a toll on me, and if we're being honest, I looked a little rough around the edges. Underneath all of that, though, was a healthy Frenchie who simply needed some medical care, good food, and people willing to believe he was worth the effort.

Today, my skin is healing beautifully, my fur is growing back nicely, and I'm medically healthy. Every week I look a little better than the week before. At this rate, I'm expecting people to start asking for my skincare routine.

A Personality All My Own

My foster family describes me as a character, and honestly, I think that's putting it mildly.

Some of my habits are unusual, some are hilarious, and most of them keep everyone entertained. I have a way of inserting myself into situations that don't necessarily involve me but probably should. If there's a conversation happening, I'd like to be included. If someone gets up to go into another room, I'd appreciate an explanation. If attention is being handed out, I'd like my portion immediately.

The more comfortable I become, the more my personality continues to come out. Every day my foster family discovers another little Koda-ism that leaves them laughing, shaking their heads, or both.

Learning to Trust the Process

One thing my foster family has noticed is that I genuinely want to learn.

We're working on manners, routines, structure, and helping me understand what is expected of me in a home. Like many rescue dogs, I didn't arrive with a full understanding of household rules. Some things are completely new to me, and some things take a little repetition before they click.

The good news is that I continue making progress because for the first time in a long time, someone is actually teaching me. Every day I become a little more comfortable, a little more confident, and a little more willing to believe that this life is permanent.

Progress Over Perfection

If I'm being completely honest, potty training is currently my biggest challenge.

I still have accidents in the house from time to time, and my foster family is actively working with me to help me succeed. While some dogs come into rescue already understanding household routines, I'm still figuring out how this whole system works.

The important thing is that progress is happening. Every day I learn a little more, understand a little more, and improve a little more. My future family should be prepared to continue helping me with consistency and patience, but they should also know that I'm trying.

Besides, nobody becomes a professional overnight. Not even me.

My People Are My Safe Place

One area where I still need a little extra support is when my people leave.

If my foster mom leaves the house or closes the door while she's working, I can become anxious and start pacing around looking for her. I don't love being separated from the people I trust because, quite honestly, I'm still learning that people who care about me always come back.

I also need a family that understands structure. If you give me an inch, I will absolutely take a mile. Then I'll probably try to negotiate for another mile just to see if it's available. While I'm sweet and lovable, I do best when I have a confident leader setting boundaries and helping me understand expectations. Structure helps me feel safe, and when I feel safe, I thrive.

The Chair Belongs to Me Now

Every dog has a favorite place in the house, and I have made my choice.

For reasons known only to me, I have decided that my foster mom's work chair is the greatest piece of furniture ever created. While she's sitting on the sofa, I'll happily curl up in the chair and nap like I've personally paid the mortgage.

At this point, I don't think of it as her chair anymore. It's our chair. Mostly mine, but I'm willing to share occasionally.

A Frenchie Through and Through

There are some things about me that are exactly what you'd expect from a French Bulldog.

For example, I love food.

Breakfast is exciting. Dinner is exciting. Treats are exciting. The possibility that someone might accidentally drop food on the floor is extremely exciting. I take snack opportunities very seriously and believe every meal should be celebrated appropriately.

I also love bones and enjoy spending time chewing on them throughout the day. When I'm not monitoring food-related activities, you'll often find me playing with my foster Frenchie friend, hanging out with my people, or searching for the next best place to take a nap.

Finding My Footing

The best way to describe me right now is that I'm adjusting to a completely different way of life.

Not long ago, I was sitting in a shelter with skin issues and an uncertain future. Today, I have a warm bed, regular meals, medical care, dog friends, and people who are helping me learn how to be part of a family.

That's a pretty big change for a guy.

Every day I become a little more comfortable with my new reality. Every day I learn something new. Every day I gain a little more confidence. Rescue isn't an overnight transformation. It's a journey, and I'm right in the middle of mine.

Looking for My Forever Family

My ideal family will understand that rescue dogs don't arrive perfectly finished. We arrive hopeful. We arrive trying. We arrive carrying pieces of a story we didn't get to write.

I'm looking for people who can continue helping me build confidence, work on my potty training, and remind me that I'm safe when life feels uncertain. I'm also looking for people who appreciate a dog with a big personality, a healthy sense of humor, and a slight tendency to believe the world revolves around him.

In return, you'll get a loyal companion, a professional attention seeker, a dedicated snack enthusiast, an expert chair thief, and a dog who will make you laugh on a regular basis.

I've already survived the hardest chapter.

Now I'm ready for the part where everybody lives happily ever after.

Koda is neutered, vaccinated and microchipped, he is being fostered in Phoenix, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1100.00 and you can apply 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.

  Meet Phineas & Ferb – The Dynamic Duo You Didn’t Know You Needed

Hi! We’re Phineas and Ferb, two low-riding exotic bully brothers looking for one forever home. Yep, we’re a package deal, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m Phineas, the older brother, estimated to be around 4–5 years old. I’m Ferb, the younger brother, estimated to be around 3 years old.

People call us goofy, but we’d rather think of ourselves as smart and smarter. We spend our days wagging our tails, avoiding drama, hanging out with our dog friends, collecting toys, going for walks, soaking up the sunshine, and dreaming about the family we’ll never have to leave.

Brothers Before Everything

Our story began at the Los Angeles Animal Shelter after we were surrendered. The rescue only had enough room to bring one of us home that first day, but they promised they would come back for the other the very next morning.

That first evening, Ferb wouldn’t move. He didn’t want to explore the yard or even go potty. He just sat quietly, staring into the distance while Mo sat beside him without saying much, giving him the space he needed. As she watched him, a single tear slowly rolled through the wrinkles on his face and fell to the ground. She gently told him, “We’re coming back for your brother tomorrow. Please don’t worry.”

The next day, they kept that promise. When they arrived with Phineas, they purposely left him in his crate and brought Ferb around first. The second Ferb realized who was inside, he knew instantly. If you haven’t watched our reunion reel, we highly recommend it because it says more than words ever could. Ferb couldn’t wait to get his brother out of that crate so he could cover him in kisses and welcome him back. That reunion reminded everyone that we weren’t simply two dogs who came from the same shelter—we were brothers who belonged together.

Different Personalities, One Incredible Team

Even though we’re brothers, our personalities are a little different.

Phineas is confident, curious, and completely obsessed with toys. Give him a ball, a stuffed toy, or just about anything he can carry around, and he’s perfectly content entertaining himself. Ferb is the quieter, more thoughtful brother. He likes to make sure everyone is okay, especially Phineas. As he’s become more comfortable in foster care, his confidence has grown tremendously, and his playful personality shines a little brighter every day.

The longer we’ve been together in foster care, the more obvious our bond has become. Phineas now lets Ferb take toys from him, something that didn’t happen in the beginning. We check on each other throughout the day, and it’s not uncommon to find us choosing the same crate just so we can nap together, even when other crates are available. Being brothers is simply our favorite thing.

Our Second Chance

When we arrived at the rescue, we were severely underweight and medically neglected. Getting healthy has taken time, patience, and consistency, but every week we’re looking and feeling better.

We each eat 2½ cups of food every day—2 cups in the morning and another half cup in the afternoon—and we’re finally starting to fill out.

Ferb’s fur has grown back beautifully on his tail and the small patch on his leg. Phineas has had a more stubborn road to recovery. He developed a fungal skin infection on the backs of his legs that required several weeks of antibiotics along with simple daily cleaning using antibacterial soap and water. Regular baths and consistency have made a huge difference, and his skin continues to improve. His ears are still working on growing their fur back, but healing takes time, and we’re in no rush.

Life Is Better With Toys

If there is one thing everyone should know about us, it’s that we absolutely love toys.

Phineas is especially enthusiastic. Balls are his favorite, but he’ll happily play with just about anything. He proudly carries his toys everywhere, tosses them around the yard, and even suckles on them until they’re soaking wet with slobber. Because he enjoys his toys so much, his future family will need to keep an eye on them. He’s swallowed pieces before, and thankfully everything passed safely, but durable toys and supervision will always be important.

Ferb wasn’t very interested in toys when he first arrived. Looking back, it’s hard not to wonder if he simply never had the chance to enjoy them before. Today, he happily joins his brother running around the yard collecting toys, and he especially enjoys cooling off in the baby pool or standing in the sprinkler on warm days.

Still Learning Every Day

We’re both doing really well with potty training.

Phineas no longer has accidents in his crate, which has been a huge accomplishment. Ferb is doing wonderfully too, but he thrives on routine. As long as he’s given regular potty breaks and has time to adjust to your schedule, he continues to improve every day.

We should also confess one habit we’re still working on. Sometimes we snack on poop. It’s not exactly something we’re proud of, but after spending much of our lives confined to crates while being underfed, old survival habits don’t disappear overnight. Thankfully, those habits continue to fade as we learn that food arrives every single day and we’ll never have to wonder where our next meal is coming from again.

More Than Our Breed

People hear the words “Exotic Bully” and immediately make assumptions about us, but we hope you’ll get to know us before making any judgments.

We’re gentle, affectionate, incredibly social, and happiest when we’re surrounded by people and other dogs. We aren’t interested in conflict or proving anything to anyone. We’d much rather spend our days playing with toys, going for walks, lounging around the house, soaking up the sun, and cuddling with the people we love.

Looking for the Family That Says “Yes” to Both of Us

We know asking someone to adopt two dogs instead of one is a big request, but after everything we’ve experienced together, we simply can’t imagine life apart.

We’ve already lost enough. We don’t want to lose each other too.

The right family is out there, and we’ll patiently wait for them because we know they’re worth waiting for. They won’t just be adopting two dogs—they’ll be preserving a bond that’s impossible to put into words. They’ll get twice the laughter, twice the personalities, twice the cuddles, and the privilege of watching two brothers continue growing old together.

If you’re looking for two happy, goofy boys who love people, adore other dogs, live for toys, appreciate a good nap, and will make you smile every single day, we think we’d make a pretty incredible addition to your family.

We can’t wait to meet you.

Love,

Phineas & Ferb

Both boys are neutered, vaccinated, and microchipped, they are being fostered in Mesa, AZ. You can apply for them at freedomfrenchierescue.org, their adoption donation fee is $1050.00 each. 

*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.

 Confident Without Effort

I'm about four years old, weigh around thirty pounds, and somehow my journey brought me from California to Freedom Frenchie Rescue. My rescue family is still piecing together the chapters that came before they met me, but I've never been the kind of guy who spends much time staring in the rearview mirror. Life has a funny way of putting you exactly where you're supposed to be, and if everything I've been through led me to the people who gave me a second chance, I'd say every mile was worth it. Around here they tell me I'm one of those dogs who makes people feel comfortable the moment they meet me, and honestly, I think that's one of the best compliments anyone could ask for.

If I had to describe myself, I'd tell you I'm a cool, calm, collected kind of fella. I don't need to make the biggest entrance or be the loudest voice in the room because I've learned that confidence isn't about demanding attention—it's about being comfortable with who you are. My foster family laughs because I genuinely love having my picture taken. The second someone pulls out a camera, I'll sit like the goodest boy you've ever met, look right into the lens, and patiently hold my pose, especially if you've got a treat tucked away somewhere. I'm not vain in the slightest. I simply know who I am, and I figure if someone's making a memory, I might as well help them make it a good one.

I'm also a believer in hugs. Real hugs. The kind where I wrap my paws around your shoulders, rest my head against you, and stay there for a minute because sometimes that's exactly what both of us need. My foster mom says I have a way of making people slow down for a moment, and I think she's right. Life moves pretty fast these days, but I've found that the best parts usually happen when you take your time and enjoy the people standing beside you.

How I Became Danny

My story into rescue wasn't exactly what you'd call ordinary. Somehow I ended up with some incredibly kind people who were trying to help me find a home even though I still wasn't neutered and I was dealing with a pretty painful ear infection. A rescue friend who works closely with Freedom Frenchie Rescue stepped in, made a few phone calls, and before long I was headed toward Arizona to start over.

On the drive back, the rescue team stopped overnight at a motel while they worked on saving a few more dogs. That's where I met a teenage boy I'll probably never forget. The moment he picked me up, I wrapped my paws around his neck, rested my head on his shoulder, and held on like we'd known each other forever. It wasn't something I thought about doing. It just felt safe, and sometimes your heart recognizes a good person before your mind has time to catch up.

Later that evening someone stopped us during our walk and asked what my name was. The teenager looked down at me, smiled, and said, "I think we're calling him Danny." Just like that, I had a name. Maybe my forever family will decide to keep it, and maybe they'll choose something new. Either way, I'll answer to the voice of someone who loves me because that's always mattered a whole lot more than whatever's written on my paperwork.

An Adventure Is Always Better Together

I'm the kind of dog who makes just about anything more enjoyable because I'm simply happy being included. Camping trips sound like a great way to spend a weekend, and I can already picture myself stretched out beside the fire after a long day outside. Beach days are even better because I love feeling the breeze, watching the waves, and spending time with the people who matter most. If hiking is your thing, I'll happily keep pace beside you, and if we're loading up the car for a road trip, save me a spot because I make an excellent co-pilot.

The destination has never been the important part for me. What matters is sharing the experience with my family. Some of the best memories aren't about where you went at all. They're about who was sitting beside you while you got there.

Friends Come Easy

I've never met too many strangers because making friends has always come naturally to me. I enjoy being around other dogs, and I'm pretty good at matching whatever energy they're bringing to the party. If someone wants to wrestle around the yard, I'll gladly join in. If they'd rather chase each other until everyone's worn out, count me in for that too. If they're more interested in simply hanging out under a tree and watching the day go by, I'm perfectly happy doing that as well.

I'll admit there was a time before I was neutered when I thought I was quite the ladies' man. My foster family got a pretty good laugh out of that, but thankfully those days are mostly behind me now. These days I'm much more interested in making friends than trying to impress anybody. Life's a whole lot easier when everyone gets along.

Water, Sunshine, and Good Company

One of my favorite places to be is in the pool. I absolutely love swimming with my friends, although I'm smart enough to know that French Bulldogs aren't exactly built like Olympic swimmers. That's why I always wear my life jacket, and I'd really appreciate having one of my own in my forever home too. Adventures are always more fun when everyone gets home safely, and I think that's a pretty good philosophy no matter what you're doing.

Home Is My Favorite Place

Life in my foster home has taught me what it feels like to truly belong. While my foster mom is working, you'll usually find me stretched out underneath her desk, happy just knowing she's nearby. When the workday is over, I'm ready to head outside with my foster siblings, explore the yard, or simply follow everyone around to see what the next adventure might be.

Since being neutered, my potty training has come together beautifully, and I'm not hiking my leg nearly as much anymore. Every day I become a little more confident, a little more settled, and a little more convinced that this whole family thing is exactly what I've been missing.

Just One Small Thing

The only thing my forever family will need to stay on top of is one of my ears. Keeping it clean a few times each week is all it really takes to keep me comfortable and prevent future infections. It's become part of my routine, and as long as we stay consistent, it shouldn't slow us down one bit. Other than that, I'm a healthy, happy, well-rounded guy who's ready to enjoy everything life has to offer.

The Kind of Family I'm Looking For

I think I'd fit into just about any family that believes the best memories are made together. Maybe your weekends are spent exploring hiking trails, loading everyone into the car for a beach day, or pitching a tent under the stars. Maybe your favorite evenings are a backyard barbecue, a fire pit, good conversation, and nowhere else you need to be. Or maybe your perfect day is simply sitting on the couch with a loyal dog leaning against your leg while the rest of the world slows down for a little while.

I'm not looking for perfection because I don't think that's what makes a family special. I'm looking for people who laugh often, love deeply, keep their promises, and understand that loyalty isn't something you talk about—it's something you live every single day. If you're searching for a steady best friend who's ready for every adventure, every quiet evening, every family photo, every long hug, and every mile in between, I have a feeling we've been looking for each other all along.

After everything that's brought me here, I believe the American dream isn't measured by where you live or what you own. I think it's finding your people, building a life filled with love, and having someone beside you who's always ready for whatever tomorrow brings.

If you'll save me a seat, I promise I'll be there for the whole ride.

Danny is vaccinated, neutered, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Florence, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1250.00 you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. 

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

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

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

Just to clear something up…

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

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

Slow down, my friend.

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

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

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

Let’s talk about my roommates.

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

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

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

About my toys…

Sometimes I think my toys are priceless museum artifacts.

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

Humans? Obsessed.

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

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

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

Now for my fabulous maintenance package.

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

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

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

One more thing…

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

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

My quirks make me… me.

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

I don’t try to be funny…

It just keeps happening.

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

What I’m really looking for…

Someone who understands that the best dogs aren’t always the easiest on Day One.

Someone who believes trust is earned.

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

Because once I’m comfortable…

You’ll wonder how you ever lived without me.

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

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

Pickles is vaccinated, neutered, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Mesa, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1100.00 you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. 

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

    From Survivor to Scene Stealer

You know those dogs that quietly blend into the background? Yeah... I thought I was one of them too.

Hi, I'm Rio, and I'm about three years old. I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue alongside my friend Sonora after another rescue in Los Angeles reached out asking if they could help us. Before that, we were abandoned living in a backyard where we were used for breeding. Honestly, there isn't much more to my story than that. Nobody knows exactly what my life looked like before rescue, and I can't tell you either. What I can tell you is that every single day feels a little brighter than the one before it.

When I first arrived, everyone assumed I was the quiet guy. I stayed close, watched everything around me, and took my time figuring out this whole "living inside a house and being loved" thing. Then something amazing happened. I started feeling safe. Once that happened, my personality didn't just peek around the corner... it burst through the front door wearing confetti, carrying a karaoke machine, and asking if everyone was ready to have some fun. Apparently I'd been saving up three years' worth of personality, and now I'm making up for lost time.

Curiosity Is My Superpower

I've recently discovered that the world is absolutely fascinating, and I feel it's only responsible of me to investigate everything. The television remote? Needs a thorough inspection. Bathroom supplies? Probably weren't organized correctly, so I help rearrange them. My food and water bowls? Sometimes I remove them from their stand simply because I can. I like to think I'm adding a little excitement to everyone's day.

My foster family has learned that no two days with me are exactly alike, and honestly, I think that's one of my best qualities. Just when they think they've figured me out, I come up with another harmless little adventure to keep life interesting. The great news is that I'm incredibly easy to redirect. Hand me a durable chew toy, an appropriate bone, or something fun that's actually mine, and I'm more than happy to leave everything else alone. I'm not destructive because I'm naughty; I'm simply discovering a world I never had the chance to explore before.

Let's Discuss the Importance of French Fries

There are moments in life that change a dog forever, and discovering French fries was one of mine.

If I hear the unmistakable crinkle of a fast-food bag or catch the delicious aroma drifting through the car, I suddenly become very invested in whatever meal you're about to enjoy. My foster jokes that if I hadn't been safely buckled into my seat one day, the McDonald's bag sitting in the back would have mysteriously disappeared before anyone made it home. I can't confirm or deny those allegations, but I can say that fries smell like happiness.

The important part is that I'm never pushy or aggressive about food. I simply believe meals are better when they're shared, and I politely work my way a little closer just in case you're looking for someone to help with quality control. Hope is a beautiful thing, and I choose to live with lots of it.

My Favorite Place Is Wherever You Are

Underneath all of my goofy antics is a dog whose favorite thing in the entire world is simply being with his people. If you're sitting on the couch, I'd love to be right beside you. If you're walking into another room, I'll probably come along just to make sure you're not getting into anything without me. At bedtime, my favorite place is curled up next to the people I love because after spending the first part of my life without a real family, being close to mine feels like the greatest gift imaginable.

My foster calls me a Velcro dog, and I wear that title proudly. I don't follow you because I'm needy. I follow you because I've finally learned what it feels like to belong, and I genuinely enjoy sharing life with my people. Whether we're watching television, folding laundry, working around the house, or doing absolutely nothing at all, I'm happiest when we're doing it together.

We're still working on crate training because it's something I never had the opportunity to learn before rescue. My foster has been helping me build confidence by having me spend short periods in my kennel while they run errands. It's not my favorite place yet, but every single day I understand a little more that my people always come back, and that's helping me feel more secure.

Confidence Looks Good on Me

The more comfortable I've become, the more playful my personality has continued to grow. My foster brother Murphy and I have taken our time getting to know each other, and now we happily share carrots in the kitchen, relax together around the house, and enjoy each other's company. Taking things slowly has made all the difference, and it's helped me build confidence instead of feeling overwhelmed.

Like many bulldogs, I have a little confidence mixed with a little stubbornness, and every now and then I might decide I'd make an excellent manager of the household. My foster laughs because if nobody is making the rules, I'm more than willing to volunteer for the position. Thankfully, I respond beautifully to calm leadership, clear expectations, and gentle guidance. I don't need someone to dominate me. I simply need someone willing to show me the way, and I'm more than happy to follow a confident leader.

Learning What Home Really Means

One of the things my foster is most proud of is how much progress I've made with my house manners. I've never pooped in the house, and ever since my neuter surgery, I haven't had a single pee accident either. I wore a belly band at first while everyone learned my routine, but before long my foster realized I didn't need it anymore because I understood exactly what was expected of me.

Every day I discover something new about living in a home, and every day I become a little more comfortable with the life I've always deserved. It's amazing how quickly a dog can blossom when someone believes in him, gives him patience, and allows him to learn at his own pace instead of expecting perfection overnight.

My Next Chapter

I'm looking for a family that appreciates laughter, understands that bulldogs are wonderfully quirky little characters, and enjoys sharing life with a dog who makes every ordinary day feel a little more entertaining. I'll need sturdy chew toys, patient leadership, and slow introductions if there are other dogs in the home because I've learned that taking my time helps me build successful relationships.

In return, I'll give you unwavering loyalty, endless laughs, couch cuddles, plenty of supervision while you attempt to eat French fries, and a friendship that only gets stronger as trust continues to grow. I spent the first three years of my life being valued for what I could produce instead of who I was, but those days are finally behind me.

Now I'm ready for a family who sees me the way my foster does: not as a former breeding dog, but as a goofy, affectionate, curious, funny little bulldog with an enormous heart who's finally discovered how wonderful life can be. My next chapter isn't about surviving anymore. It's about living, laughing, loving my people, and finally being treasured simply because I'm Rio.

Rio is vaccinated, neutered, and microchipped, he is being fostered in Tucson, AZ. His adoption donation fee is $1100.00 you can apply for him at freedomfrenchierescue.org. Please review the adoption process and transport information if you are out of state.

*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.