Welcome Julius "Edward"... Part I

Once a pound of time mom dumped dropped me at my friend's house 

and drove and drove and drove.

She said she will return with cheese  a surprise the next day.

I waited and waited.....

cheese, I dreamt of cheese...mom is returning with cheese.

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The new addition was picked up from the nicest and very impressive

foster family.

Hi Every buddys

I am 5-year-old Edward.

Now I am Julius "Edward"

My parents had me since I was a baby.

But they were moving and couldn't take me!

Say what!!!

I was very very sad and confused.

Guess who came to rescue me?

Yep

The French Bulldog Rescue Network.

Although my new mom and sissy volunteer for the rescue, 

they had to go through the entire application process just like every buddy else. 

She applied before sissy for a pup and didn't get it.

This time she was lucky.

This new lady, her name is mommy, took me shopping.

I pull so I needed a harness.

Hey sales kid,

I need a large. I want the most expensive one you have.

Perfect.

Lets get a move on.

So during the drive,

I was told all about my new sissy Lily, aka Monster.

When I arrived I was greeted by someone by the name of Blondie.

Hmmmmm, lots of love around this joint.

This must be the Monster.

I wasn't even out of the car when she started yelling you are NOT cheese. 

Get outta here, don't touch my stuff.

Dog germs!

Hope you didn't bring your suitcase.

Yuk! A boy

Boy germs!

Your hiney stinks.

Stop grunting are you a piggy!

I was told you always have to meet new sissys

outside and on neutral territory.

We walked with no issues beside her yelling stuff out loud.

and you need braces!

We then moved to the back porch and kept our strings and harnesses

on in case there were any problems.

I had a warm welcome.

I am not sure why I get moved around

but I was told I will never have to be moved again even if Monster sissy hates me.

Peace

Julius "Edward"

PEE S.

Benny is looking down and approves of this.....

guess why?

When mom turned near the foster family's house

the name of the street was "Benson"

and the tears flowed again......