Hark! There be a serpent in mine own boot. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more rootin’ and more tootin’.
Forgive me if I’m a little confused. My name is Cowboy… and I’m a Olde English Bulldogge. So do I Yee Haw or do I Yea Verily and Forsooth?
Neither one seems quite right to me. I mean, Old West or Olde English? I’m not olde at all! I’m barely more than a puppy! Plus, I’m more of a “Hullo, bestie, wanna play ball?” kind of guy than “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” My play bow is legendary. I’ve got the wiggliest tail in the West. This town IS big enough for the both of us and I hope you’ll stay so we can have fun! I’m just a happy fella. Even when I had to wear a cone, I never stopped bouncing! I had to have surgery on my eyes because I had a condition called Entropion. My eyelids were rolled inward, which meant that my lashes were rubbing against my eyeballs. Ouch, right?! I’m still healing up, as you can see, and my face will get prettier and prettier with time. Of course, to the right person, I’ll be beautiful even when I’m a hot mess! Shakespeare said, “Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none,” and I mostly go by that… except that I trust pretty much everyone. I’ve lived with cats and medium kids and done well with them and I haven’t had a problem with other dogs when meeting them. In my previous home, I was housebroken, crate trained, and a very good boy. To adopt or not to adopt? Is that even a question? I say, git along, little doggie- come out and meet me today! My name is Cowboy, I’m a year old, and I’m neutered, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.
