I had a dream last night about my all time favorite dog, Spike. I had Spike for 16 years until one day he just wandered away and never came back. I like to think that he gave himself a Viking Funeral in the middle of the lake where he used to love to jump in and chase the baby ducks. He was “so ugly he was cute” as my mom used to say, so he looked like the ugly ducking paddling behind the mama duck and her babies. He would follow my boys to school and I’d get a call from the school custodian that he’d tied Spike up to a pole in front of the school for me to come and get him.
I’m a dog person; I’ve had dogs all my life, with only one bad experience that turned out just fine for all concerned. My former husband gave me Rocky the Bulldog shortly before we divorced. We already had a rescue dog, so there I was with two dogs and one me. Cali the rescue was aging and had issues and Rocky had been diagnosed with a progressive eye disease. It was simply too much for me to handle on my own.
So I reached out to a fabulous woman named RuthAnn who heads up an amazing organization called Georgia English Bulldog Rescue. I told her of my problem / situation / dilemma and she offered no judgment, just a solution. She had the perfect family who needed Rocky and Rocky needed them. We made the transition one evening which allowed me time to be sad for me but happy for him and his new family.
Feast your eyes upon my new favorite video from American Authors and you’ll see why I feel the way I feel about GEBR and this is gonna be “The Best Day of My Life”

–LeeAnn, current owner of Sophie the wonder dog