I'm young, I'm male, and I'm a bully in a china shop (or so my dad likes to say). Ok, so I'm a little clumsy and occasionally I race around and bump into things. What do you want from me, I'm a bulldog! But believe me, sleeping or resting my head on dad's foot or leg or just any 'ol thing, is much preferred! I was found wandering the streets of Los Angeles, not fun at all! I'm not sure how old I am but I think I'm around two. Thanks to some smart, caring people I was rescued and given a new life, new home and plenty of beds. Oh, and much better food! Now, if I can just find a way to stop tinkling in my bed late at night and learn to obey dad's very simple commands (I don't need no stinkin' commands!) my new life will be complete. Good thing those pesky squirrels run a lot faster than me! I'm tired, gotta rest. Later, homies!

Once I get in the car I refuse to budge.

Is that a treat in your hand?

C'mon, let's go!

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Once I get in the car I refuse to budge.

Is that a treat in your hand?

C'mon, let's go!

