Welcome to Freedom Frenchie Rescue Adoptables.

Etta — Soft, Sweet… and Runs a Tight Ship 

A Gentle Soul with a Little Sass

Hi, I’m Etta. I’m 9 years old, 20 lbs, and living my best “sweet little old lady with a touch of spice” life. I’m mostly mellow, love to relax, and just want to be near my people—but don’t get it twisted, I’ve got a little sass in me and I like things done my way.

My Story
I was rescued from San Diego Humane and came in with my buddy Tata. We were said to be bonded, but we’ve learned that it may be more of a trauma bond than a true match. I like things on my terms, and I tend to correct everything around me, which can make it hard for him (or other dogs) to just be themselves. I’m ready to have my own space to relax and live a happy, balanced life.

Potty Routine (I’ll Let You Know!)
I’m potty trained and will go to the door when I need to go out. I had a couple of accidents at first, but once I get into a routine, I do really well. I do have a bit of an “older lady bladder,” so I just need consistent potty breaks and I’m good to go.

Sweet, Affectionate, and Attention-Loving
I am a total love. I’ll gently lift my paw to ask for pets, and once I get going, I’m all about the cuddles and attention. I really just want to be close to my people and feel included.

Chill… With Opinions
I’m low energy for the most part with little bursts of play, but I definitely have opinions. I like structure, I like knowing what’s expected, and I feel most comfortable when there are clear boundaries in place.

Social Life (Structure is Everything)
When I’m introduced slowly and feel secure, I can coexist around other dogs. If I’m getting the attention I want and things are calm, I’m easily redirected away from negative behavior. That said, I do best with structure and guidance. A home with one calm dog who doesn’t feel the need to engage with me could work, but I would also thrive as your one and only. No other pets is honestly my easiest and best-case scenario.

Bigger Dogs Aren’t My Thing
Larger dogs make me uncomfortable, and I do best avoiding that situation altogether. Smaller, neutral dogs are a much better fit—if any.

Meeting New People
I can get a little excited and overstimulated when meeting new people. I may jump or get a little mouthy, but it’s not aggression—it’s just me getting overwhelmed. With direction, I calm down quickly and settle in. You have to stay on me until I learn the ropes and remember it is not overnight like amazon!

Food & Routine
I eat twice a day (7am and 5pm) and I LOVE my meals. I’m currently eating salmon and sweet potato and doing great. I’m very food motivated and always happy to accept treats (any kind, really—I’m not picky).

Walks & Manners
I walk nicely on a leash and am easy to handle, unless I see another dog—then I can react. I know basic commands like sit, stay (kind of), and “down,” and I’m very capable of learning more with consistency.

Care & Health
I did great during my bath and overall I’m a pretty low-maintenance girl. Just be gentle when picking me up—I may be a little older, but sometimes I still act like I’m training for the Olympics with my jumps.

My Favorite Things
Food, massages, cuddles, and attention. I’m a simple girl—I just want to feel safe, loved, and a little bit spoiled.

My Perfect Home
I need a home that will provide structure, consistency, and calm leadership. I do best in a quieter environment where I don’t feel the need to manage everything around me. I could live with one calm, neutral dog, but I would truly thrive as your only pet where I can just relax and be loved.

A Soft Place to Land
I’m a sweet, mellow girl with just enough spunk to keep things interesting. Give me structure, give me love, and I’ll give you a loyal little companion who just wants to be your girl.

Etta is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $850.00. You can apply for her at freedomfrenchierescue.org, currently fostered with Tata in Florence, AZ. 

*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.

  Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty)

Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari

Hi, I'm Agatha.

I'm a 3-year-old exotic bully lowrider, which basically means I'm built like a tiny tank and somehow still capable of reaching speeds that should probably require a permit. People keep calling me Darla 2.0, and honestly, I understand the comparison. We both have confidence, charm, and a strong belief that we deserve to be adored at all times. The difference is there can only be one Darla, and there can only be one Agatha. Trust me—we've discussed it.

The Great Utah Competition

I currently live with Darla, and we're actually pretty good friends. By "good friends," I mean we spend a large portion of every day competing for Utah's attention. If Utah sits down, we're both there. If Utah walks into a room, we're both there. If Utah so much as glances in our direction, we're suddenly convinced we haven't received affection in years. It's a very serious competition and we both take our responsibilities very seriously. Thankfully, Utah has enough love for everyone, even if Darla occasionally forgets that.

Bedtime According to Agatha

Every evening I have one simple and completely reasonable request: I get petted first. That's it. That's the rule. Once I receive the appropriate amount of attention, I happily settle down next to Harvey and Foster Dad and drift off to sleep. I'm not saying the bedtime routine revolves around me, but everyone seems much happier when it does.

Food Is My Love Language

I enjoy food in all forms, but Foster Dad's crockpot creations are on a completely different level. The second those smells start floating through the house, I become very interested in whatever is happening in the kitchen. Since coming into rescue, I've put on some healthy weight and I'm looking fantastic. My little lowrider body has filled out nicely, my coat looks great, and life is pretty sweet these days.

Ball Is Life

Do not let these short little legs fool you. The second the horse ball comes out, I transform into an athlete. I sprint around the yard with the rest of the pack like I've been preparing for the championship game my entire life. The ball doesn't even need to belong to me—I simply need to be involved in whatever excitement is taking place. The neighbors probably think we're hosting professional sporting events in the backyard.

A Little Shy, A Lot Sweet

When I meet new people or find myself somewhere unfamiliar, I can be a little shy at first. I like to take a minute, look around, and make sure everything feels safe before jumping right in. Once I settle in, though, I become part of the family very quickly. Foster Dad says I fit into the household like I'd always been there, and honestly, that's exactly how it feels. I love people, I love dogs, and I love being included in whatever is happening.

Just a Tiny Tune-Up

I do have a small mass on my ankle that will be removed, but it's simply a minor bump in the road. Other than that, I'm healthy, happy, and ready for whatever comes next. Rescue has helped me get back to feeling my best, and now I'm ready to find a family of my own.

What I'm Looking For

I'm looking for a family, some dog friends, a comfy couch, plenty of snacks, and humans who appreciate a girl with a big personality. If you're searching for a dog who is equal parts comedian, cuddle bug, athlete, best friend, and professional attention-seeker, I might be exactly who you're looking for.

Just know that if you sit down, I fully intend to sit next to you. And if another dog gets there first...

Well, let's just say I've had plenty of practice competing with Darla.

Agatha is spay, vaccinated and microchipped and being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1100.00 you can apply 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.

   Hi, I'm Tortilla. The Bunny-Eared Frenchie Who Refuses to Be Ordinary.

I’m eight months old, weigh about 18 pounds, and before we go any further, yes… the ears are real. I know they're the first thing everyone notices, and honestly, I get it. They have a personality all their own. Some people say I look like a bunny, others think I have satellite dishes attached to my head, and Foster Mom swears I can probably hear a treat bag open from three counties away. Whatever the explanation is, they've become part of my charm, and I wear them proudly.

A Fresh Start Looks Pretty Good on Me

My story didn't start out nearly as cute as my ears.

I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society alongside another little dog who could practically be my twin. When I arrived, I was in rough shape. Mange had left me with very little fur, and life hadn't exactly been kind to me yet. But rescue has a funny way of changing everything.

Today, my skin has completely healed, my beautiful coat has grown back, I've been spayed, fully vetted, and I'm healthier than I've ever been. It's amazing what good food, great medical care, and people who believe in you can do.

About These Eyes...

You may notice I have two cherry eyes, and yes, they're part of my story too.

Most of the time they tuck themselves back where they belong, but when I get really excited or I'm running around playing, they like to make a surprise appearance. My veterinarians have determined that surgery would simply be cosmetic at this point, and Freedom Frenchie Rescue made the decision to save those medical funds for dogs whose lives depend on them.

The way I see it, if you're looking for perfection, you'll probably miss out on someone pretty extraordinary. The people meant for me won't see flaws. They'll see a happy little dog who doesn't let something unique define her.

Professional Playtime Coordinator

I'm still a puppy, which means I approach every single day with the enthusiasm of someone who just discovered life is the greatest thing ever.

If another dog wants to wrestle, I'm in. If there's a toy nearby, I'm already carrying it. If someone starts running, I'll gladly assume we're all participating in zoomies together. I absolutely adore my canine friends and genuinely enjoy being around people just as much. Chews are wonderful, meals disappear in record time, and every day is another opportunity to figure out what adventure comes next.

I'm also doggy-door trained, have been doing wonderfully with potty training, and I've gotten really good about letting Foster Mom know when I need to head outside. I'm a smart little girl who truly wants to do the right thing.

Life Skills Are Still a Work in Progress

Every puppy has a few things they're still learning, and I'm no exception.

At night, I sleep peacefully in my crate like a perfect little angel. During the day, however, I have some very strong opinions about being crated while everyone else continues living their lives without me. Foster Mom insists that learning patience is an important life skill. I remain unconvinced, although she tells me I'm making progress every week.

I'm also working on remembering that launching all eighteen pounds of myself directly into people's arms isn't technically considered polite greetings. Personally, I think enthusiastic hugs should always be encouraged, but apparently there are "manners" involved.

One Tiny Problem... The Vacuum Exists

I'd like to formally report the vacuum cleaner.

It is suspicious. It is loud. It rolls around the house acting like it owns the place, and someone clearly needs to put it in its place. Naturally, I've accepted that responsibility. Every time it appears, I make it very clear that I do not approve of its presence. Foster Mom has responded by putting me in another room whenever she vacuums, claiming it's easier than negotiating our ongoing disagreement.

I'm still pretty sure I'm winning.

Learning That the World Is a Safe Place

I ride beautifully in the car and enjoy being with my people wherever they go.

Sometimes brand-new places or unfamiliar situations can make me a little nervous. I'm still young, and I'm learning that the world is much bigger than I ever knew. With patience, encouragement, and continued socialization, my confidence continues to grow. I simply need a family that understands that courage isn't something you're born with—it's something you build one positive experience at a time.

Could You Be My Forever Family?

Everyone who meets me remembers the ears first.

But the people who really know me remember something much more important.

They remember the little puppy who fought her way back from neglect without losing her joyful spirit. The goofy girl who can make an entire room laugh without even trying. The playful best friend who loves other dogs, adores her people, and wakes up every morning convinced it's going to be the best day yet.

I'm finally healthy enough to leave my past behind and start the life I've always deserved.

Now I'm just looking for the family that's ready to start it with me.

Tortilla is vaccinated, microchipped and spay, she is currently fostered in Florence AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1500.00. you can apply on our website 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.

Part Goofball. Part Professional Troublemaker. Somehow Also a Bucket Thief. 100% Ready for Forever.

Hi, I’m Nopel! I’m about four years old, 45 pounds, and 100% English Bulldog, which means I came factory-equipped with wrinkles, opinions, selective hearing, and the confidence to make completely ridiculous decisions while maintaining direct eye contact. Apparently four years old makes me a grown woman, but I reject that classification because grown women probably don’t steal plastic buckets and parade them around the yard like they just won a new car on The Price Is Right. I’m playful, affectionate, sensitive, stubborn in all the ways an English Bulldog is contractually obligated to be, and somehow capable of turning completely ordinary situations into a full production.

The Part of My Story That Isn’t Funny

Before I became the ball-chasing, bucket-stealing comedian I am today, I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from Riverside County Animal Shelter with an enormous gaping wound on my neck. And when they say enormous, they mean it. The wound stretched across a huge portion of the side and underside of my neck, leaving the tissue underneath completely exposed. This wasn’t a little cut or something that could simply be cleaned up and forgotten about. It was a massive open wound, and there was no hiding how serious it was. Somehow, though, there I was—still standing, still trusting people, and apparently already planning my future career in stolen buckets.

My First Stop Was Surgery

Once I was safely in rescue, our veterinarian determined that some of the tissue surrounding that enormous wound was dead and needed to be surgically removed. I went into surgery so the damaged tissue could be cleared away and my body could have the best possible chance to regenerate healthy new tissue and skin. My veterinarian carefully closed as much of the wound as they safely could while intentionally leaving a small opening so fluid could continue to drain instead of becoming trapped underneath everything that was trying to heal. There was no quick fix for something this extensive. It was going to take medical care, patience, time, and a body willing to fight—and fortunately, I brought the last one with me.

Then My Body Did Something Pretty Incredible

For nearly two months, my foster family and medical team have watched that enormous wound get smaller and smaller. Week after week, healthy tissue filled in, new skin formed, and my neck continued healing at an incredible rate. What once covered such a huge portion of my neck is now down to one tiny little opening. I’m doing so well that my next big medical milestone is my spay, which is scheduled for next week. Considering where I started, I think we can all agree that my neck and I have accomplished some pretty impressive things together.

The Scar Is Part of Me, but It Isn’t My Personality

I may always carry some physical evidence of what happened to my neck, but I refuse to make that the most interesting thing about me. I didn’t come out of this afraid of life. I came out wanting to chase balls, steal buckets, follow my people everywhere, play with my foster sister, and insert myself into absolutely any situation that looks remotely entertaining. Whatever happened before rescue took a piece of my skin, but it did not get my personality. That thing is alive, well, and frankly a little out of control.

Now That We’ve Covered the Serious Stuff, We Need to Discuss My Ball

I have been through some things, yes, but I refuse to let adversity interfere with my commitment to BALL. Fetch, keep-away, chase it, lose it, find it, carry it around for absolutely no reason—I support the entire ball-based economy. If nobody is available to play with me, that’s okay because I am an independent woman with hobbies. I can entertain myself just fine, although I would obviously prefer an audience because some of my best work deserves witnesses.

The Pool Step Is Where I Conduct Important Business

One of my favorite places is the top step of the pool, especially when I have my ball with me. Unfortunately, my ball has developed a bizarre and completely unexplained tendency to fall into the water. Obviously, I have absolutely nothing to do with this. It just falls in there, somebody retrieves it for me, and then—wouldn’t you know it—it happens again. And again. And again. I realize this sounds suspicious, but I would appreciate everyone respecting my privacy while the investigation remains ongoing.

I Have a Completely Normal Relationship With Buckets

I love plastic buckets, particularly the ones with handles, and I see absolutely no reason why we need to make this weird. Some dogs like stuffed animals. Some dogs like ropes. I am a woman with industrial taste. If you leave a bucket where I can reach it, I may carry it away, throw it around, drag it somewhere completely unnecessary, or proudly parade past you like I just won it on a game show. If something important is currently being stored inside a bucket at your house, you should probably reconsider your organizational system before I move in because I cannot be held responsible for poor human planning.

Where Are You Going? Great, I’m Coming Too

As much as I love my toys, I love being with my people even more. If you walk into another room, there is a very good chance you’re going to hear 45 pounds of English Bulldog following directly behind you because whatever you’re doing has suddenly become a group project. Work from home? Perfect. I can supervise. Watching television all Saturday? Scoot over. Folding laundry? I have absolutely no useful skills to contribute, but emotionally I am completely available. I don’t need constant entertainment; I just really enjoy knowing my people are nearby.

Kids Are Fun, Dogs Are Friends, Cats Are Questionable

I love attention from grown people and little people, and I’ve spent time with my foster family’s two- and five-year-old grandkids and do great with them. When playtime gets exciting, though, I can occasionally forget that I am 45 pounds of English Bulldog and not a delicate little woodland creature. Little kids should always be supervised around me so I don’t accidentally bulldoze somebody during an especially enthusiastic moment. I’m not trying to knock anyone over; sometimes my personality simply arrives somewhere before my brakes do.

My Foster Sister Is Teaching Me the Fine Art of Sharing

I’ve also been learning how to live, play, and share with my foster sister, Freya. We have some fantastic play sessions together, especially after bath time, because apparently nothing says “freshly cleaned” quite like immediately losing our minds and playing ball together. Living with another dog has also been teaching me that toys, affection, dinner, and every other valuable resource in the universe do not actually belong exclusively to Nopel Incorporated. I admit this information came as a surprise, but I’m making progress.

Cats and I Have Agreed to See Other People

Cats are a different situation. Sometimes I can walk right past one like it doesn’t exist, and other times something in my brain apparently says, “You know what would improve this afternoon? Chasing that.” I can become pushy and bully them, and because my reactions aren’t consistent, my rescue believes a cat-free home is the best choice for everyone. I have plenty of other interests to keep me occupied, and I’m pretty sure the cats will appreciate this arrangement too.

I May Have a Mild Case of Main Character Syndrome

I like being first for affection, first for toys, first for dinner, and ideally first in your heart, your family photos, and any future estate planning. I can be a little bossy because apparently I spent some time believing I had been elected household president without anyone actually holding an election. Structure and consistent boundaries are good for me, especially when another dog is involved. I’m learning that I don’t have to be first every single time to still be loved, which is an important lesson for a girl who spent part of her life not knowing whether anyone was going to take care of her at all.

Potty Training, Doggie Doors & the Occasional Formal Complaint

I use a doggie door and do a great job taking myself outside. I’ve had a few isolated marking incidents while adjusting to foster life, and they have tended to happen after I’ve been corrected because apparently I am capable of filing a formal complaint without access to a pen. We’re working on it. I respond much better to calm, firm redirection than raised voices, and once I understand what is expected of me, I’m very capable of following the household routine.

Leaving Me Alone May Result in an Inventory Audit

When my family leaves the house, I’m generally a good girl. The word “generally” is doing a little work here because I have been known to become opportunistic when nobody is supervising me. A bag of chips left within reach? That feels irresponsible on your part. An unattended bucket? We’ve already discussed my position. Something interesting sitting somewhere I can investigate it? I am simply gathering information. Keeping tempting things put away and giving me appropriate toys makes life easier for everyone, although admittedly less exciting for me.

At Night, Even the Comedian Clocks Out

I understand the bedtime routine and will go into my crate, although my foster family usually leaves the crate door open so I can use the doggie door if I need to. I sleep quietly through the night, and sometimes in the morning you’ll find me patiently waiting at the bottom of the stairs for everyone to wake up and tell me good morning. I might have a big personality during business hours, but even I understand there is a respectable time to begin the morning festivities.

Apparently I’m Also a Spa Girl

Baths don’t bother me at all. I’ll come right over to my bath spot, cooperate while my foster mom gets me cleaned up, and let her groom me afterward. Then, once I’m fresh and beautiful, I’m ready to completely undo everyone’s hard work by playing. I also happen to believe goofy noises and ridiculous songs are an official invitation to party, so if you’re the kind of person who makes up nonsense songs about your dog while doing chores around the house, congratulations. I have been waiting for you.

There’s a Sensitive Girl Underneath All This Comedy

This is probably the most important thing my forever family needs to understand about me. I am funny, confident, playful, stubborn, ridiculous, affectionate, and sometimes a whole lot of personality stuffed into 45 pounds of English Bulldog, but underneath all of that I am incredibly sensitive. I came into rescue carrying physical evidence that life had not always been kind to me, and whatever happened before I arrived is something I can’t explain. What my foster family does know is that raised voices don’t help me. I respond best to calm, firm correction, consistency, patience, and someone who shows me what they want instead of frightening me when I get something wrong.

I’m Learning What It Means to Feel Safe

Over the last two months, people haven’t just been healing my neck. They’ve been teaching me what life is supposed to feel like. I’ve learned routines, boundaries, playtime, bath time, doggie doors, family life, sharing, sleeping safely at night, and waking up knowing the same people will still be there in the morning. My personality has gotten bigger as my wound has gotten smaller, and I think that tells you everything you need to know about what feeling safe has done for me.

So What Kind of Forever Am I Looking For?

I’m looking for a family that appreciates a big English Bulldog personality but is willing to give that personality some structure. I need patience, consistency, plenty of affection, playtime, continued guidance, and a cat-free home. I need someone who understands that a sensitive dog can also be a hilarious dog and that the girl who makes you laugh by stealing a bucket may also need you to calmly remind her that she is safe, she is loved, and she doesn’t have to be in charge of absolutely everything anymore.

I Survived the Hard Part. Now I Want the Good Part.

When I arrived from Riverside County Animal Shelter, a huge portion of my neck was open and the tissue underneath was exposed. Since then, I’ve gone through surgery, wound care, nearly two months of healing, and a whole lot of learning about what happens when humans show up for you instead of letting you down. Soon I’ll be spayed, my tiny remaining wound will finish closing, and there will really only be one thing left that nobody at the veterinary hospital can give me—a permanent address.

I don’t need someone to feel sorry for me because I am so much bigger than what happened to me. I need someone who looks past the scar and sees the ridiculous, sensitive, affectionate, ball-obsessed, bucket-stealing English Bulldog standing on the other side of it and thinks, “Yep. That absolute lunatic is ours.” Because I’m Nopel, and after everything it took to get me here, I think I’m finally ready to stop healing in someone else’s home and start living in my own.

Nopel is spay vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently being fostered in Gilbert, AZ, you can apply for her 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 VELMA — TOYS, BELLY RUBS & A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE SRINKLED WITH LOYALTY

Hi, I’m Velma! I’m estimated to be about two years old, weigh around 21 pounds, and I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from Riverside County Animal Shelter after I was found as a stray. Nobody knows exactly what my life looked like before I landed at the shelter, but everyone is pretty sure I belonged to someone at some point. I know how to live in a house, I’m potty trained, I’m great in my crate, and I definitely understand that humans are responsible for important things like treats, belly scratches, snuggles and, above all else, TOYS. I have a lot of happy, loving energy packed into this little body, and every day that I feel safer, more of it comes pouring out.

TOYS ARE BASICALLY MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY

When I say I love toys, I need you to understand that we are not talking about a casual hobby here. My day can start with a toy in my mouth and end with a toy in my mouth, with approximately 400 toy-related activities happening in between. If you let me play outside all day, I absolutely would. Catch? Yes. Chase? Absolutely. Fetch? Well, I will enthusiastically run after whatever you throw, but apparently there is some expectation that I’m supposed to bring it back to you, and I don’t remember agreeing to those terms. I’m especially looking forward to cooler weather when I can spend more time outside without my foster humans ruining all my fun with their responsible decisions about French Bulldogs and Arizona heat.

GIVE ME A MINUTE AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS

When I first came into rescue, I was nervous, guarded, and unsure about people touching me. During those first couple of days, I could even be a little snappy because I simply didn’t know what anyone expected from me or whether I was safe. Nobody knows what happened before I arrived, so Freedom Frenchie Rescue didn't force affection or expect me to immediately trust people I had just met. They gave me space, let me watch, and allowed me to figure things out at my own pace. That was exactly what I needed, because once I realized nobody here was going to hurt me, everything started changing incredibly quickly.

THE TRUST IS BUILDING FAST

Every single day, my walls come down a little more, and underneath them is one seriously loving little girl. The trust that everyone wondered might take weeks or months to build has started developing so quickly, and once I decide you're safe, you get an entirely different Velma. I'm affectionate, silly, energetic, curious, and becoming more comfortable asking for attention instead of wondering whether I should avoid it. The girl who didn't want anyone touching her at first is quickly turning into a total love bug who genuinely wants to be close to her people, and watching that transformation has been pretty incredible.

WANT TO WIN ME OVER? IGNORE ME

One of the best ways to become my friend is actually to stop trying so hard to become my friend. Sit down on the floor, relax, and pretend I'm not there because eventually my curiosity will take over. I'll wander toward you, investigate the situation, hang around for a minute, and before you know it, the supposedly independent little dog is climbing into your lap looking for affection. Giving me the choice to come to you makes all the difference because every time I make that decision for myself and something good happens, my confidence in people grows a little stronger.

BELLY SCRATCHES WILL EXPOSE MY TRUE IDENTITY

I have this hilarious little routine where I'll come over for pets, run away, circle back, disappear behind you, and then wait to see if you'll reach around and scratch my belly. Please do, because whatever tough-girl act I was attempting immediately disappears. Once that belly rub starts, I'm yours. The more comfortable I become, the more everyone realizes that underneath my initial hesitation is a ridiculously affectionate little girl who wants to love and be loved. I don't need someone to force a relationship with me; I need someone willing to let that relationship happen naturally, because once it does, you're getting one heck of a love bug.

THE OTHER DOGS ARE BECOMING MY CREW

I live with other dogs, and as I've settled in and become more confident, I've shown just how much I enjoy having them around. I can entertain myself perfectly well, especially when I've got my toys, but I really do love the companionship of other dogs and enjoy being part of everything happening around me. I've been good at reading other dogs' energy, and while I can sometimes be protective of my precious toys, I've also allowed another dog to take one from me without turning it into a big production. As my trust and confidence continue to grow, so does my willingness to engage, relax, and simply enjoy being one of the dogs.

THERE IS A LOT GOING ON BEHIND THESE EYES

I'm incredibly observant and always paying attention to what's happening around me, even when it looks like I'm completely consumed by whatever toy happens to be in front of me. I'll sit for treats, I'll sit for a toy, I'm potty trained, and I've had zero accidents in my crate. Open my crate door and I'll walk right inside without a fight because I understand the routine. When I transition into a new environment, I may not eat normally for the first few days while I figure everything out, but once I feel safe and understand what's happening around me, I settle in beautifully.

ROAD TRIPS, BATHS & DOMESTICATED DOG PROBLEMS

I do pretty well in the car and don't mind heading out for a ride, so I'm happy to join you for adventures once we've built that relationship and I'm comfortable with you. Baths are another story because I wouldn't exactly put them on my list of life's greatest experiences, but I'll get in there and tolerate the indignity because apparently being a domesticated dog means occasionally having humans wash all the perfectly good dog smell off of you. I have accepted this unfortunate reality and will cooperate accordingly.

PLAY HARD, LOVE HARD & THEN PASS OUT

I'm still a young French Bulldog, so when I'm ready to play, I bring some serious energy to the situation. I love being silly, rolling around on chairs, scratching my back, racing around, playing with my toys, interacting with the other dogs, and making everybody laugh. Then, because I am still a Frenchie and we believe strongly in balance, I'll eventually crash and sleep like I haven't rested in six months. I could thrive with an active family that wants to play and interact with me, but I could also be happy in a calmer home because I'm really good at entertaining myself and don't need someone constantly creating activities for me.

I NEED SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE FIRST FEW DAYS AREN'T THE WHOLE STORY

For now, Freedom Frenchie Rescue is recommending children 12 and older because I'm still learning what life looks like when I don't have to keep my guard up, and my toy obsession can be pretty intense. My adopter needs to understand that the Velma they meet on day one may not be the Velma they have a week later. Give me decompression time, don't overwhelm me, let me learn your routine, and allow me to decide when I'm ready for affection. My foster family did exactly that, and my trust has grown incredibly quickly because they listened to what I needed instead of expecting me to immediately become the dog they wanted me to be.

SMALL GIRL, BIG PERSONALITY & AN EVEN BIGGER HEART

Despite my white and cream coat, I currently haven't shown the significant allergy issues people sometimes expect with light-colored Frenchies. I could probably stand to gain another pound or two, but otherwise I'm a compact little 21-pound girl with a huge personality and an even bigger capacity for love. I'm potty trained, crate trained, dog friendly, smart, playful, affectionate, and completely committed to making sure the toy industry remains financially stable for years to come.

YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS GIRL

I may make you earn my trust at first, but once you have it, you're going to understand exactly why everyone around me has fallen in love. There is so much happiness, affection, playfulness, and loving energy inside this little body that it almost feels like I'm making up for lost time. I love my dog friends, I'm learning how wonderful people can be, and every day I'm becoming more confident about showing everyone who I really am. Passing me by because I need a little patience in the beginning would mean missing out on the very best part—the moment I decide you're my person and all that love I've been holding onto finally belongs to you. Give me some space, a little patience, plenty of belly scratches, and an unreasonable number of toys, and I'll take it from there.

Velma is Spay, Vaccinated, and microchipped. Her adoption donation fee is $1150.00 she is currently being fostered in Florence, AZ. You can apply for this amazing sweet girl at freedomfrenchierescue@gmail.com

*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 BINDI — 18 POUNDS OF WRESTLING, SUNSHINE & SPACE-CADET ENERGY

FROM STRAY TO SAFE

Hi, I’m Bindi! I’m three years old, weigh a whopping 18 pounds, and I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society after I was found as a stray. When I arrived, I had painful masses in my ears that bothered me so much I was constantly digging at them. FFR knew I needed help and got me into surgery, and I eventually had TECA surgery. My hearing may be different now, but I'm comfortable, happy, and living my very best little Bindi life.

YES, I CAN HEAR YOU… MOSTLY

Let's clear something up because people hear "TECA" and assume I can't hear anything. Yes, I can hear, but my hearing isn't 100%, so sometimes you're going to have to speak a little louder to get my attention. Interestingly, my hearing seems to experience a miraculous recovery when a bag of chips opens. I can also detect a food dish being prepared from what feels like three rooms away, and I'll immediately appear beside you asking whether you've considered sharing. So don't worry about me too much—I may miss you calling my name occasionally, but somehow I never miss snack-related activities.

TURNS OUT, I’M NOT JUST A SPACE CADET

My foster dad has always said I'm one of the easiest, sweetest little girls, and that part hasn't changed. What HAS changed is that apparently I was holding out on everyone because now that I'm comfortable, my playful side has arrived. I still have my hilarious Bindi moments where I stare out the window or sit outside contemplating the meaning of life, but now I might follow that up by body-slamming one of my friends and starting a wrestling match. I contain multitudes.

SURI, PREPARE TO RUMBLE

I'm currently fostered with Suri, and somewhere along the way, we became really good friends and playmates. I LOVE having another little dog around who wants to wrestle, play, and participate in my daily nonsense. Watching the two of us together has shown everyone just how much I enjoy canine companionship because once I'm comfortable, I'm not just hanging around the other dogs anymore—I'm joining the fun. A home with another playful dog could be a really great fit for me.

WELCOME TO MY HOME, PLEASE ACCEPT YOUR KISSES

If you have guests over, don't worry about greeting them because I've already assigned myself that job. I am the official welcoming committee, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. New person at the door? Excellent. Please come inside so I can greet you with hugs, kisses, and enough enthusiasm to make you wonder whether we've actually met before. I LOVE people, I love getting pets, and if I could carry your guests' bags inside like a tiny 18-pound butler, I absolutely would. Unfortunately, I lack both thumbs and upper-body strength, so hugs and kisses will have to do.

OUTSIDE IS BETTER WHEN MY PERSON IS THERE

I love being outside, especially when my person comes with me. Give me some nice weather, a little sunshine, a yard to wander around in, and my human nearby, and I'm one happy little girl. I don't need you to entertain me every second because I'm perfectly capable of exploring, sniffing, watching the world, or finding a comfortable place to hang out. I just really like knowing you're there because apparently sunshine is better when you have somebody you love sitting in it with you.

YES, I STILL TALK TO MYSELF

One of my funniest qualities hasn't changed at all: I talk to myself ALL THE TIME. I'll wander around mumbling, grumbling, investigating something, playing with a toy, or apparently having a very serious conversation with absolutely nobody. Maybe it's because my hearing is limited, or maybe I simply find myself fascinating. Either way, living with me means occasionally wondering who Bindi is talking to before realizing the answer is, once again, Bindi.

INDEPENDENT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LOVE YOU

I'm a really nice combination of affectionate and independent. I love my people and will absolutely come looking for pets and affection, but I don't need to be attached to you every second of the day. I can wrestle with Suri, entertain myself, find a comfy place to nap, or just hang out while you're doing your own thing. Then I'll decide I've gone long enough without attention and come remind you that there's an adorable 18-pound Frenchie standing nearby who could really use some scratches.

FOOD CHANGES EVERYTHING

I'm incredibly laid-back about most things in life, but when food enters the situation, all bets are off. My foster dad cooks food in the crockpot, which means I'm expected to smell something delicious for HOURS before anyone actually feeds me. I continue to believe this qualifies as psychological warfare, so when dinner is finally served, you can bet I'm showing up early. I'm also learning to catch treats, and while my enthusiasm is considerably better than my accuracy, I refuse to give up.

I'VE GOT THE HOUSE ROUTINE DOWN

I know how to use the doggy door, and if I can't get outside, I know how to use a potty pad. I'm easy to have around the house, happy to sleep wherever I find a comfortable spot, and perfectly capable of settling when playtime is over. I can go from wrestling match to professional napper without much transition time, which is basically one of the core requirements of being a French Bulldog.

TINY GIRL, VERY BIG LIFE

At only 18 pounds, I'm a tiny little package with a lot more personality than anyone originally realized. I love car rides and being included in adventures, but I'm equally happy spending the day with my person, my dog friends, some sunshine, good food, and a comfortable place to nap. I'm sweet, funny, playful, affectionate, dog friendly, and apparently qualified for a future career in hospitality if someone can figure out how to make me a tiny butler uniform.

I THINK I'VE GOT THIS HAPPY THING FIGURED OUT

After everything I've been through, I'm not asking for anything complicated. I want a person who loves me, another dog who wouldn't mind the occasional Bindi wrestling championship, some outside time when the weather is nice, plenty of pets, good food, and a comfortable place to crash when the fun is over. My hearing may not be 100%, but my ability to love absolutely is—and between my kisses, wrestling matches, space-cadet moments, snack detection system, and personal welcoming committee services, life with me is going to be anything but boring.

Bindi is spayed,vaccinated, and microchipped and her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently fostered in Scottsdale, AZ and you can apply for her 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.

EET PIPPA — PERFECT EARS, PUPPY ENERGY & A HEART THAT JUST NEEDS A MINUTE

FROM LAS VEGAS TO A WHOLE NEW LIFE

Hi, I’m Pippa! I’m only about one year old, and I’m a French Bulldog/English Bulldog mix who came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Las Vegas animal shelter. When I arrived, I was super skinny—you could see almost every rib on my little body—and I had missing fur and an injured foot that had developed an infection. My foot was wrapped, I started antibiotics, and within just a few weeks it has almost completely healed. My fur is looking great, I've gained some much-needed weight, and with another couple of pounds, everyone thinks I'm going to be absolutely perfect.

GIVE ME A MINUTE BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHO I AM

When you first meet me, I can come across a little testy or guarded because I'm still figuring out new people and situations. I've only been in rescue for about three weeks, and that's not very long when you're a one-year-old dog whose entire life has suddenly changed. Give me time to watch you, learn you, and understand that I'm safe, and you'll meet a completely different girl. Once I know you and trust the people around me, I'm incredibly sweet, affectionate, and happy to be part of everything.

I’M STILL JUST A PUPPY

I'm only one, so underneath that cautious first impression is a young girl who wants to have FUN. I love running around, exploring the backyard, checking out everything I can find, and going on walks with my foster mom. My leash skills aren't exactly award-winning yet, but I'm learning. There is so much of the world I haven't experienced, and I need a family that understands I'm still a puppy who needs guidance, structure, and opportunities to learn instead of expecting me to arrive knowing everything.

“GO HOME,” AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN

My crate is actually one of my favorite places because it's my safe space. Tell me to “go home,” and I'll head right in. I'm perfectly content lying in there with the door open, relaxing and watching what's happening around me. I had a few pee accidents in my crate during my first week, but since then I've done incredibly well and don't normally have accidents in there. If I'm crated and need to go outside, I'll even bark to let you know, so please listen because I'm trying to communicate with you.

I ALREADY KNOW THE DOGGY DOOR

I've also figured out the doggy door, which is pretty impressive considering how recently my entire life changed. I'm learning the household routine quickly and doing a great job figuring out where I'm supposed to go. I'm not a dog who jumps all over people either, so while I definitely have puppy energy, it doesn't mean I'm launching myself at every human who walks through the door.

OTHER DOGS ARE COOL, I’M JUST FIGURING THEM OUT

I like being around other dogs, but I'm still learning how I fit into the group. I haven't really started wrestling and playing with everyone yet because right now I'm more interested in observing and getting comfortable. Occasionally, if I'm relaxing in my crate and another dog gets too close, I may react and let them know they're invading my space. I can also display some dominant behavior, but I'm very easily redirected and I haven't been going after or biting the other dogs. I simply need humans who will continue giving me structure and helping me make good choices.

SMALLER CAST, PLEASE

Because I'm still decompressing and learning how to interact appropriately, Freedom Frenchie Rescue would prefer a calmer home with only one or two other dogs rather than dropping me into a huge, chaotic pack. We're currently unsure about cats, so we aren't going to pretend we know how I'd feel about one. Children in my future home need to be 13 or older, giving me the calmer environment and personal space that will help me continue building confidence.

BONES, TOYS & THE SWEETEST LITTLE MOUTH

I love chewing on bones and playing with toys, and sometimes I'll even suckle on my toys, which is ridiculously cute considering I occasionally like to pretend I'm such a tough little bulldog. The funniest part is how gently I take treats. For a girl who came into rescue skinny enough that you could see her ribs, I don't snatch food from your hand or act like I'm competing for the last snack on Earth. I take my treats ever so gently, and yes, you will probably immediately want to give me another one.

SPAY DAY WAS NOT MY FAVORITE DAY

I was recently spayed, and I'm going to be very clear that I did not enjoy the recovery portion of that experience. I've been sleeping a lot and taking things easy while my body heals because apparently major surgery isn't something you're supposed to bounce right back from the next morning. My rescue is letting me rest and recover at my own pace, and once I'm feeling completely like myself again, I'm sure that puppy energy will be right back where I left it.

EXCUSE ME, HAVE YOU SEEN MY EARS?

We really need to discuss the most obvious feature on my entire body: HAVE YOU SEEN THESE EARS?! Freedom Frenchie Rescue has seen a whole lot of bulldog ears, and apparently mine are some of the most perfect ears to ever come through this rescue—right up there with Yogurt. They're enormous, they're magnificent, and I'm fairly certain they deserve their own adoption application. Whether they actually improve my listening skills remains to be seen, but aesthetically, they're a solid 10 out of 10.

I’VE CHANGED A LOT IN ONLY THREE WEEKS

Think about everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. I left a shelter, traveled into rescue, started treatment for an infected foot, began gaining weight, watched my fur start growing back, learned a new house, figured out a doggy door, learned that my crate is safe, met new humans and dogs, and then got spayed. That's a LOT for a one-year-old girl to process in just a few weeks, and I'm already showing everyone how much potential is hiding underneath that initial guarded exterior.

DON’T MISS OUT ON THE GIRL I’M BECOMING

I'm not looking for someone who expects me to walk through their door and instantly understand my entire new life. I'm looking for someone calm and consistent who will let me settle in, continue teaching me, respect my safe space, and understand that trust is what brings out the very best version of Pippa. Give me that, and you're getting a sweet, funny, curious little bulldog who loves her bones, toys, backyard adventures, walks, dog friends, gentle treats, and the people she learns are hers. Turns out I   am easily molded into your lifestyle.

SERIOUSLY, DON’T LET SOMEONE ELSE GET THESE EARS

I'm only one year old, and I've already made incredible progress in three short weeks. I'm healthier, gaining weight, healing beautifully, learning quickly, and becoming sweeter and more comfortable every day. There is so much life ahead of me and so much personality still waiting to come out. Anyone scrolling past this girl without applying might want to take another look, because underneath those absolutely ridiculous ears is one very special little bulldog—and somebody is going to be incredibly lucky to call me theirs.

Pippa is spay, vaccinated and microchipped her adoption donation fee is $1150.00 and you can apply for her on our website freedomfrenchierescue.org. She is currently being fostered in Mesa, AZ. 

*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 ROXY — THE SUPERSTAR IS BACK, AND SHE’S READY FOR HER ENCORE

MY STORY TOOK A TURN I DIDN’T EXPECT

Hi, I’m Roxy! I’m five years old, and after spending two and a half years in what I thought was my forever home, I suddenly found myself back at Freedom Frenchie Rescue. I didn't come back feeling like the Roxy everyone remembered, either. I had a raging UTI, a painful ear infection, and I was confused, timid, and unsure about what was happening to my life. Imagine Mary Katherine Gallagher walking onto the stage, forgetting the entire routine, realizing she has absolutely no idea why she's there, and immediately looking for the nearest exit. That was pretty much me.

FAMILIAR FACES BROUGHT MY GOOFY BACK

Thankfully, coming back to rescue also meant coming back to people and familiar faces I already knew. That has made an enormous difference for me. Slowly, the scared and confused little girl who returned started realizing she was somewhere safe. My guard began coming down, my affection came back, and then that goofy little personality everyone remembered started making an appearance again. Suddenly everyone was looking at each other like, “There she is!” My inner Superstar wasn't gone; she just needed to feel safe enough to come back out.

I ALSO HAD A PRETTY SCARY BUMP

After I returned, everyone discovered a mass on my inner thigh, so FFR had it removed and sent to pathology. The results showed that it was a low-variant mast cell tumor, and the really important news is that it was completely excised. Because I've already developed a mast cell tumor, my future family does need to understand that I have an increased risk of developing additional mast cell tumors. That means any new lumps or bumps that show up on my skin need to be evaluated by my veterinarian. We're not going to spend my life worrying about what might happen, but we're definitely going to pay attention.

FROM PANIC EXIT TO SUPERSTAR

I've always been a sensitive little girl, especially when I'm unsure of people or my surroundings. When I originally came into rescue, if you approached me too quickly, I could pull a full Molly-from-Superstar pre-performance panic exit. Run, cower, dramatic exit stage left, and absolutely no encore. What I've always needed is patience, familiar faces, and the opportunity to decide when I'm ready. Once I feel safe, though, the shy little girl starts disappearing and SUPERSTAR Roxy takes her place. Now I love going to events and showing off that my unicorn bump is now gone and getting all the attention from everyone! I also love wearing bows in my fur now so make sure you have a closet ready to go when I land at my new place. 

MY DOG FRIENDS ARE MY ENSEMBLE CAST

I absolutely love having other dogs around, and being part of a pack helps me feel comfortable and confident. Once I'm settled, I'll run around with everyone, join their ridiculous games, and wait for exactly the right moment to POUNCE like I've been rehearsing my big solo all afternoon. Sometimes I'm right in the middle of everything, and sometimes I'm perfectly happy hanging back and watching the action until I'm ready to jump in. Either way, I genuinely enjoy having furry friends around me.

WHEN I’M HAPPY, I HOP

You will always know when I'm excited because apparently walking normally doesn't adequately express my feelings. I HOP. Forward hops, backward hops, sideways hops, and occasionally something that looks suspiciously like interpretive dance. I can hop my way toward the door like I'm heading onto a Broadway stage, and whether I actually need to potty or simply felt the moment deserved choreography is something you'll have to figure out for yourself. It's very Mary Katherine Gallagher, very Superstar, and very Roxy.

PET ME LIKE IT’S YOUR FULL-TIME JOB

Once I love you, attention becomes extremely important to me. If there is an available hand anywhere in my vicinity, I will locate it and politely assign it a full-time job. That job is petting Roxy. I love affection, I love being close to my people, and I have absolutely mastered the art of convincing humans that whatever they were doing before petting me was significantly less important. After everything that's happened in my life, I think I've earned the right to expect a pretty enthusiastic standing ovation now and then.

WALKING IS FOR THE SUPPORTING CAST

I also happen to enjoy being carried, and I see absolutely no reason to apologize for it. Yes, I have four perfectly functional legs. Yes, I am capable of walking. But if there's a perfectly good human standing nearby who can provide first-class transportation, why would I turn that down? Walking is for the supporting cast. Roxy is the headliner, and the headliner gets chauffeured.

THE FRENCHIE STARE IS ONE OF MY SPECIAL TALENTS

I've perfected that classic Frenchie stare where I lock eyes with you and somehow communicate an entire paragraph without making a sound. Usually, I'm requesting affection. Sometimes it's food. Occasionally, I simply need acknowledgment that I remain the most important little creature in the room. I don't need to create a huge production because my face does most of the work for me. One good Roxy stare and you'll find yourself petting me without remembering exactly when you agreed to it.

I’M ACTUALLY A VERY GOOD LITTLE ROOMMATE

I'm kennel trained, understand household routines, and listen really well when I know what's expected of me. I'm also surprisingly cooperative about my beauty treatments. Nail trims, ear care, and general maintenance don't require a full Broadway production because apparently even I understand that every Superstar requires a glam team. At the end of a long day, I'll find a comfortable place to relax, whether that's under the table in my personal dressing room or dramatically draped halfway across a dog bed because using the entire bed would require an unnecessary level of commitment.

DINNER COMES WITH A LIVE AUDIENCE

I'm not particularly picky about food, but I am extremely interested in whatever YOU happen to be eating. I won't necessarily throw a tantrum or launch myself at your plate because that would lack sophistication. Instead, I'll stare at you with the emotional intensity of someone delivering the final monologue of an Oscar-winning film. Eventually, you'll start questioning whether you've ever actually fed me before. You have. I'm simply an exceptionally talented actress.

I’VE ALREADY LOST “FOREVER” ONCE

Coming back to rescue after two and a half years was incredibly confusing for me, and that's why my next home matters so much. Behind all the goofy hops, dramatic stares, cuddles, and Superstar nonsense is a sensitive little dog whose entire world changed again. I may need some patience while I learn my new people and understand that I'm safe, but we've already seen how quickly my personality comes shining back when I'm surrounded by people I trust.

THIS TIME, I WANT FOREVER TO ACTUALLY MEAN FOREVER

I'm five years old, affectionate, silly, dog friendly, sensitive, dramatic, and finally feeling like myself again. I've been treated for the raging UTI and ear infection I returned with, and I've had the mass on my inner thigh removed. Pathology showed that the mast cell tumor was a low variant and completely excised, but my future family will need to remain vigilant about checking any new lumps or bumps that appear. That's part of loving me, but it certainly isn't everything there is to know about me.

ROXY: THE COMEBACK TOUR

I've already gone from scared little understudy to full-blown Mary Katherine Gallagher headliner once, and after being returned, I had to find that girl inside me all over again. Well, she's back. I'm hopping, playing, loving my people, hanging with my dog friends, demanding pets, accepting chauffeur service, and reminding everyone that sometimes the comeback really is the best part of the show. I've already had one forever turn out not to be forever, so this time I'm looking for the real thing—a family ready to give this little Superstar the standing ovation she deserves for the rest of her life.

Roxy is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $1050.00. She is currently being fostered in Mesa, AZ you can apply for her on our website 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 DELIA — THE RADDEST LITTLE LOWRIDER ON THE BLOCK

THE SOFT LIFE LOOKS REALLY GOOD ON ME

Hi, I’m Delia! I’m 1.5 years old, a lowrider nano bully, and I come equipped with a spectacular underbite, a permanently peeking tongue, tiny cropped ears, and one of the sweetest personalities you could ask for. I came to Freedom Frenchie Rescue from the Arizona Humane Society, where I had arrived pregnant. My pregnancy was terminated and I was spayed while there, and because I was also struggling with severe skin issues, the Humane Society reached out to rescue for continued care. Fast-forward to today and my skin looks beautiful, I feel amazing, and that girl who was trying to figure out her new life has officially left the building.

THIS IS DELIA 2.0

There was a time when everyone described me as the shy little girl who needed time to come out of her shell. Well, we can officially retire that description because I AM OUT. My foster family has given me love, security, good food, medical care, and the confidence to realize that life is actually pretty fantastic. I'm curious, affectionate, playful, goofy, and completely invested in whatever my people are doing. I've discovered there is an entire world out there to enjoy, and I fully intend to participate.

MY PEOPLE ARE MY FAVORITE PEOPLE

I absolutely LOVE affection. Belly rubs, kisses, cuddles, being held like a baby, crawling into your lap—I'm available for all of it. If you're sitting down, I'm probably going to assume you left room specifically for me. I'm incredibly loving and enjoy being close to my humans, but I'm also comfortable enough now to explore, play, and enjoy myself without constantly needing reassurance. I've learned that my people are still going to be there when I come bouncing back for another round of cuddles.

I HAVE PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO SNIFF

I love going for walks, exploring, sunbathing, checking out what's happening around me, and taking in all the interesting smells and sounds the world has to offer. Cars, sirens, people, neighborhood activity—I'm interested in all of it and frequently respond with my signature head tilt while I investigate. Really loud or unexpected noises aren't my favorite, but these days I'm much more interested in experiencing life than hiding from it. There's simply too much going on out there for Delia to miss.

LAMB CHOP, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I love my toys, and Lamb Chop happens to hold a particularly important position in my life. I can happily entertain myself with my toys, play around the house, and then transition directly into cuddle mode when I've decided I've accomplished enough for one day. I'm still wonderfully calm and easygoing, but don't confuse "chill" with boring. There is a funny, playful little girl living inside this lowrider body, and now that I feel good, everybody gets to see her.

THE DELIA WIGGLE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

When I'm excited to see you, my whole body gets involved. I don't simply wag my tail because that would be far too ordinary. My butt wiggles, my body wiggles, my little legs get moving, my tongue comes out, and suddenly you've got an entire lowrider traveling toward you in one happy wave. Add my ridiculous underbite and permanently peeking tongue to the situation and maintaining a serious expression around me becomes almost impossible.

APPARENTLY I’M ALSO A GYMNAST

I make the funniest little noises when I yawn or stretch, and sometimes I'll lie down with my back legs stretched so far apart that it looks like I'm casually practicing the splits. Nobody asked for this performance, but I provide it anyway. That's part of living with me—you start noticing all these weird little Delia things that somehow make you love me even more.

MY HOUSE MANNERS ARE PRETTY DARN GOOD

I'm potty trained and will go to the door when I need to go outside. I'm also crate and pen trained and sleep peacefully in my pen through the night until it's time to start another day. I'm easy to redirect, did wonderfully at the vet, and I'm fantastic about letting my foster family handle things like cleaning my ears. I'm not just an adorable face with a ridiculous tongue; I'm actually a really nice little roommate.

SPA DAYS ARE PART OF KEEPING ME FABULOUS

My skin has made an incredible transformation, and we want to keep it that way. My forever family will need to continue my regular skin maintenance and spa routine instead of waiting for problems to return before addressing them. My adorable little cropped ears also need regular cleaning because dirt and debris can collect in them quickly and cause irritation or infection. Thankfully, I make the whole process pretty easy because I'm extremely cooperative about being cared for.

FOOD DESERVES ITS OWN PARAGRAPH

Food and treats are very serious business in my world, and I don't understand why humans insist on pretending otherwise. I enjoy my meals, appreciate snacks, and believe treats are an excellent way to celebrate accomplishments both large and small. Went potty outside? Treat. Had my ears cleaned? Treat. Looked exceptionally cute while lying on the couch? Obviously, treat. I like a little cucumber in my water please it keeps it fresh, you humans drink it so why can’t I!

I KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS NOW

Meeting new people isn't the big scary event it once was. I may still take a minute to check someone out because I have standards, but I'm no longer that little girl hiding inside herself. I've built wonderful relationships with the men in my foster family, including my foster dad and foster uncle, and I've continued doing well as I've met new people. Give me a respectful introduction instead of overwhelming me, and I'm perfectly capable of handling the rest.

Social & Dog Interactions

Socially, Delia can get a little overstimulated around other dogs. There are some dogs she clicks with right away and others she simply doesn’t—and honestly, dogs are a lot like people in that way. We don’t expect them to love everyone they meet. The great thing about Delia is that she takes redirection really well and very quickly. Her person will need to learn her cues, understand her demeanor, and continue keeping her appropriately socialized. She does best on a slip lead during introductions and social situations because it allows for quick, clear redirection when she gets overly excited. With a confident handler who understands her signals and sets her up for successful interactions, Delia does very well.

I MAY BE SHY IN TRANSITION, BUT DON’T BABY ME

Here's the most important thing my future family needs to understand about me: I may be shy again when I first transition into my new home. New house, new smells, new people, and a completely different routine are a lot to take in. Please don't mistake that temporary uncertainty for the confident girl I've become, and don't feel sorry for me and start letting everything slide because I'm adjusting. That's actually the opposite of what I need.

BE MY LEADER FIRST, THEN BRING ON THE CUDDLES

I need you to be my leader from day one. Show me the routine, give me boundaries, be consistent, follow through, and help me understand exactly what is expected of me. Structure makes me feel safe because I don't have to guess what I'm supposed to do. Once I've mastered the routine and understand where I fit, then bring on ALL the cuddles. Belly rubs, kisses, lap time, baby holding and ridiculous amounts of love are absolutely encouraged once we've built that foundation together.

I PROMISE I WON’T LET YOU DOWN

Give me that foundation and I promise I'll meet you there. Once I understand the routine and know you're my person, I'm going to be your best friend. I'll follow your lead, love you with my whole little lowrider heart, make you laugh with my wiggles and underbite, and remind you every day why you chose me. I may need a minute during transition, but don't mistake that for the girl I'm going to be once I'm settled. I will not let you down.

I’M LOOKING FOR A HOME THAT FITS ME

I'm a sweet, affectionate girl who has found her confidence, but I still appreciate people who understand boundaries and don't overwhelm me. Children in my forever home should be 10 years old or older so everyone can respect my space while still enjoying all the love and silliness I bring. My rescue is continuing to learn more about my interactions with other dogs as I safely meet new friends, so they'll use what they know about me to help determine the right match.

THE GIRL YOU SEE TODAY IS THE REAL DELIA

I'm not waiting to come out of my shell anymore. I'm already here. I'm walking, exploring, playing with my toys, sunbathing, investigating the neighborhood, demanding belly rubs, climbing into laps, wiggling my entire body when I'm happy, and thoroughly enjoying being spoiled by the people who love me. Rescue didn't change my sweet nature—it gave me enough security to let the rest of my personality finally shine.

THE RADDEST KID ON THE BLOCK IS READY

At three years old, I've already learned what it feels like to be cherished, comfortable, healthy, confident, and completely loved, and I have no intention of going backward. I'm ready for walks, toys, adventures, ridiculous stretches, sunshine, cuddles, treats, belly rubs, and a family who will lead me through the transition and then love the heck out of me once I know the routine. Give me that, and I promise I'll give it right back.

Because I'm not the scared little girl waiting to discover life anymore. I'm Delia, I'm living it—and I'm pretty sure I'm the raddest kid on the block.

Delia is spay, vaccinated, and microchipped, her adoption donation fee is $1150.00. She is currently being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ, you can apply for her 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 JULEE — SWEET BABY ANGEL GIRL, PROFESSIONAL HEALTH INSPECTOR & THE EASIEST LITTLE LOVE BUG

I WAS THE LAST-MINUTE BONUS DOG

Hi, I’m Julee! I’m five years old, weigh about 27 pounds, and technically Freedom Frenchie Rescue wasn't even planning on bringing me home that day. Their transporter, Peanut, was at Chula Vista Animal Shelter picking up Daphne when everyone realized there was room for one more. Mo told the shelter staff, “You're going to have to convince him!” Well, apparently they understood the assignment because Peanut said yes, somebody handed him another crate, and just like that, I had myself a ride to Arizona and a spot in the Freedom Squad.

HONESTLY, PEANUT NEVER STOOD A CHANCE

I'm pretty sure the whole “convince him” thing was rigged because LOOK AT ME. I was found as a stray, which has everyone asking the same question: Who wouldn't be looking everywhere for this girl?! We don't know what happened before I landed at the shelter, and I can't tell you how a five-year-old little angel like me ended up without a family. What we do know is that sometimes the dog nobody planned on pulling turns out to be exactly the dog you're really glad you didn't leave behind.

APPARENTLY MY OFFICIAL DIAGNOSIS IS “SOOOOO EASY”

If my foster had to summarize me, it would probably be: Julee is so easy. I'm sweet, gentle, affectionate, independent, well potty trained, good with other dogs, great on a leash, cooperative with my care, and perfectly happy spending most of my day relaxing near my person. I'm not trying to run the household or demand constant entertainment. I just quietly fit myself into your life like I've been there forever.

I’M A LOVE BUG WITHOUT BEING A STAGE 5 CLINGER

I absolutely LOVE affection, but I'm not needy about it. Give me some love and I basically melt into you. I'll lie close by and lovingly stare directly into your soul from approximately three inches away, or I'll immediately roll over because surely that affection was supposed to include belly rubs. Once you're ready to work or do something else, though, I understand. I'll settle next to you, move to the other end of the couch, crawl into my crate, and take a nap. I don't need constant attention to know I'm loved.

PLEASE REMAIN STILL FOR YOUR HEALTH INSPECTION

I have also appointed myself the household Health Inspector, and my examinations are extremely thorough. Every once in a while, I'll gently get right up in foster mom's face and carefully sniff her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears because apparently I need to make sure nothing has changed since my previous inspection. She recently wore a new mascara and I immediately detected the situation. There was sniffing. There was investigation. There were questions. Everything eventually passed inspection, but please understand that any future changes to your face may be subject to review.

POTTY TRAINING? ALREADY HANDLED

I am completely potty trained in my foster home and haven't had a single accident. Even first thing in the morning, I'm not frantically demanding to get outside. I'm pretty relaxed about the whole routine and have been incredibly easy in the house. Obviously, every dog can need a little adjustment when transitioning into a new home, but I've given my foster absolutely no reason to complain about my potty manners.

BREAKFAST IN BED WOULD ACTUALLY BE ACCEPTABLE

Unlike Scooby, who believes food is the foundation upon which civilization was built, I'm really not all that food motivated. I wasn't particularly interested in the kibble I originally came with, so foster mom started mixing in some lamb and wild rice food and I definitely approve of that menu more. Even then, I don't necessarily come running when she puts my bowl down. Sometimes she actually has to bring it over to me. Scooby finds this behavior deeply confusing and would happily volunteer to handle my leftovers, which is exactly why food cannot just be left sitting around.

“WALK” IS A VERY AGGRESSIVE WORD FOR WHAT I DO

I walk beautifully on leash, although calling it a walk might oversell the athleticism involved. I prefer a leisurely stroll. We're not training for anything. We're taking in the scenery, sniffing around, and moving at Julee speed. I naturally stay very close to my person or trail slightly behind, and I don't seem particularly interested in rushing anywhere. I might feel differently if a cat suddenly appeared because those creatures are VERY interesting, but otherwise I'm perfectly happy moseying along with my human.

NIGHTTIME CAN MAKE ME A LITTLE JUMPY

I can startle a little more easily when we're outside at night and there's a sudden loud sound. I don't seem genuinely frightened or anxious about it; it's more of a quick “WHAT WAS THAT?!” moment before I carry on. I'm observant, curious, and still learning all the noises that come with my new environment. I haven't shown significant leash reactivity, although my foster hasn't put me into close quarters with lots of unfamiliar leashed dogs yet.

MY TAIL POCKET REQUIRES A LITTLE EXTRA TLC

I have a very recessed tail, which means my tail pocket needs regular cleaning and attention. It can get itchy and uncomfortable, so foster mom cleans it every night with a wrinkle wipe and carefully gets into the tighter areas. You can tell the cleaning brings me some serious relief because I simply lie there and let her handle everything. This isn't something my future family can ignore, though. Keeping that area clean and watching for irritation will need to remain part of my regular routine.

PERSONAL SPACE DURING SPA SERVICES? NEVER HEARD OF IT

I did great for my first bath, and I'm also completely fine with foster mom touching my paws, checking my mouth, and handling me for routine care. Honestly, I think I've figured out that grooming still counts as human attention, so why would I complain? If somebody wants to inspect my paws while simultaneously telling me I'm a sweet girl, I see absolutely no downside to this arrangement.

I’M 95% CHILL AND 5% “SCOOBY, GET OVER HERE”

Most of the time, I'm incredibly laid-back, but every once in a while I get a little burst of energy and decide Scooby needs to participate. I'll wrestle with him, nibble on him, and occasionally I've attempted to hump him because apparently sweet baby angel girls can also make questionable decisions. Foster mom tells me to knock it off and I listen. Our play sessions aren't particularly long before we're both back to doing our own thing, but there's definitely a playful little girl hiding underneath all this chill.

TOYS ARE FINE, BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED PETTING ME INSTEAD?

I'm not particularly obsessed with toys. I'll play with them a little if my person is actively playing with me, but I'm not spending my afternoon building a toy collection. What I really enjoy is interacting with my human. I've even tried some little playful nibbles with foster mom, but when she tells me no, I stop and go right back to giving sweet little kisses. I'm responsive, gentle, and very willing to listen when someone shows me what they expect.

MY NAME IS JULEE, BUT “SWEET GIRL” WORKS BETTER

Basic commands are something we'll need to work on because I don't seem to have arrived knowing many. I'm also still getting used to the name Julee, which means sometimes calling it doesn't get much of a reaction. Interestingly, my ears suddenly perk up when foster mom says “sweet girl” or “good girl.” So either I'm still learning my name or I've simply decided those are my preferred titles. Frankly, I think they suit me.

OTHER DOGS DON’T BOTHER ME

I'm gentle and pretty submissive around other dogs. Scooby is considerably bigger than I am and sometimes uses his giant body to bulldoze his way between me and foster mom when attention or treats are happening. I don't get angry or start a fight over it. Honestly, I'd probably let him steal my treat if foster mom didn't intervene. Attention is slightly different, though. I'm learning that I don't have to completely disappear just because Big Head wants to be the center of the universe, and sometimes I hold my ground so I can get my share of the love too.

I DON’T NEED TO BE THE LIFE OF THE DOG PARTY

Outside of Scooby, I've had brief interactions with a Frenchie and a Pug and did really well. I was curious during introductions, but once everyone had exchanged the necessary information, I wasn't desperate to continue interacting. I haven't had enough experience with larger dogs in foster care yet for the rescue to make sweeping promises about every possible situation, but so far my behavior with the dogs I've met has 

been gentle, neutral, and easygoing.

PLEASE DON’T MISTAKE EASY FOR BORING

That's probably the funniest thing about me. I'm such an easy little girl that you could overlook how much personality is quietly happening over here. I'm conducting facial health inspections, taking leisurely neighborhood strolls, supervising Scooby, requesting belly rubs, investigating new mascara, occasionally having a wrestling match, and spending an impressive amount of time lovingly staring into someone's soul. I'm not bouncing off the walls demanding everyone watch me. You have to pay attention to the little things with me, and that's where Julee becomes absolutely hilarious.

I WASN’T ON THE PLAN THAT DAY, BUT MAYBE THAT WAS THE PLAN

I was the stray girl sitting at Chula Vista Animal Shelter when a transporter happened to have one extra space. I wasn't the scheduled pickup. Nobody woke up that morning expecting Julee to join the Freedom Squad. It took one conversation, one “you have to convince him,” one yes from Peanut, and one extra crate to completely change where my life was headed.

Now I'm safe, I'm loved, I'm potty trained, I'm sleeping on couches, getting belly rubs, going on leisurely strolls, and performing unsolicited health inspections on my foster mom. For a dog who was a last-minute pull, I sure made myself at home pretty quickly.

SOMEBODY IS GOING TO GET AN ABSOLUTE GEM

I'm Julee—five years old, 27 pounds, sweet baby angel girl, professional Health Inspector, champion belly-rub recipient, leisurely stroller, and one of the easiest little love bugs around. I don't need to consume every second of your attention. I just want to know I'm loved, stay close to my person, have my little bursts of fun, and then find somewhere comfortable to nap while you get on with your day.

I don't know how I became a stray, and I don't know why there happened to be an extra spot in that transport van on exactly the day I needed one. But I do know this: Peanut said yes when he didn't have to, and that one little yes gave me the chance to find the family who will eventually say yes to me forever.

Julee is spay, microchipped, and vaccinated, she is being fostered in Phoenix, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1150.00 and you can apply for her 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.