Breed: French Bulldog
Current Location: Anna, TX
Adoption Date: September 21, 2018
Adopted by: Renee Eden
I met this little dog in the first 5 minutes of walking into the back room of the auction house, now let me preface that by saying I’ve met literally thousands of dogs back there…thousands..upon thousands…
I have connected with many dogs in that back room that I make sure and try to have them come home with us. I’ve shed many tears for the ones that I connected with only to lose them and look at their horrified faces leave the table to go to another pice of ^&*%$ mill.
It’s devastating…and it leaves permanent scars…
Only twice have I met a dog back there that consumed me, one was Pinkie Earline and the other ended up being called Honeycomb.
Why does this happen? I don’t know but when it does it’s a problem. When I met Pinkie I just about fell on the floor, I had just lost Mooie and was still devastated and there she was, full of confidence, fearless and all of 8 weeks old, and it was if Mooie had sent her there.
I met this dog we would call Honeycomb , and my heart pitter pattered and I thought (oh that’s not good) but I pushed past it.
I asked Laura to look in the catalog and see how old she was because she looked like a 5 month old pup but she was in terrible shape. She’s overweight, I could tell she has dry eye already, her skin is a mess and pocked full of bald spots all over her body covered in infection and missing hair.
Laura said she’s a year old and I thought geez she’s so tiny and in such bad shape for a dog thats so young, but it didn’t change the attraction to her. She wasn’t one bit afraid in that auction house, just like Pinkie, dogs like that are too confident to be afraid, they just roll with whatever life throws at them and are undeterred.
She’s not a dog that you look at and say ( oh she’s beautiful ) but I could feel her soul and it was trouble. I could see her naughtiness, her spunk and her spirit. I’ve told you before I’m always enticed by bad girls, confident girls, stinkers. She reminded me of Mooie, just full of vinegar just like her.
I had a legal pad that I made notes on as we met dogs. I wrote her number and jotted down, **she must leave**…
I knew the mill owners wouldn’t want her, she weighs all of 12 or 13 pounds, she’s a mess and she won’t be a good money maker and that’s why they were getting rid of her.
Fast forward to coming home with all of them, every time I saw her with all of the others my heart soared and I pushed it away. Everyone knew and the harassment began, Julie would send me videos of her, and pictures of her and call her my little girl, Wes would say “ oh my God this little dog is amazing” Jessica would say “ oh Mama she’s trouble for you”
I told Julie to keep that little dog away from me and I tried to stay away from the temp sanctuary. Last Friday she needed me to come over there to help her do assessing of the group and there she was again….ugh….I spent a couple of hours there and left just pushing her out of my mind.
Yesterday when I was photographing this stinker at the Ranch I just looked at her in the yard standing firm on the ground all full of herself, her posture and her physical being and she just struck me because it just looked like Mooie, she moves like Mooie, her body is shaped just like Mooie, she’s afraid of nothing just like Mooie and she is an absolutely bad little girl into trouble..She’s naughty, she’s a handful, she gets into stuff, and bites stuff, and she eats poop….Lordy….😳
She’s only 12 months old, she just had a birthday exactly 7 days before Pinkie’s. She already has a double inguinal hernia, her eyes are dry and need medication, her feet are already breaking down from living in a cage, her palate is very long and she’s noisy all the time and most likely will need surgery, she’s covered in infection, ear infection skin infection. If she lived in a mill for a few more years she would absolutely be in nightmarish physical condition and her eyes would both be ulcerated from dryness and scratching for years..
But that’s not going to happen, because I listen to my gut and it says I don’t care if the last thing you need is another dog because this one stays here.
She doesn’t have one name she has two names, my dad’s aunt was named Bess and I adored her, she was a tiny little woman at 4’11 but full of sass and adorableness. This little girl is named after her, and her second name is because she’s just a little gem…
Let me welcome to my pack…
Bessie Pearl. ❤
About Honey Comb:
She was the very first Frenchie I fell in love with and marked on my sheet “must come with us.”
She’s so tiny, she looks like she’s about 4 months old but in fact she will have her first birthday 3 days from now. Her body condition is terrible, she’s covered in infection and probably yeast. Her eyes look infected and dry and none of that mattered because she was delicious and beautiful and wonderful and that was it. She is so very sweet but still a bit afraid so Julie will be giving her love and care while we take care of her vetting.
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