Nicknames: Monroe, Baby Boy, Budd, Buckshot, Big boy
Birthday: June 6th 2001
Likes: Hot dogs, getting belly rubs and giving hugs
Pet-Peeves: When Romeo takes my toys, breeders, people knocking on the door
Favorite Toy: chewie rawhides & ropes
Favorite Food: hot dogs
Favorite Walk: Running around the yard with Romeo
Best Tricks: sit and hug, kisses..eating hotdogs very fast...
Arrival Story: Monroe had a very hard start at life, its presumed that he was a breeding dog then dumped at the shelter when he was no longer considered 'valuable'. During his stay at the shelter he had came down with kennel cough, was not allowed to participate in any adoption events and finally was placed on "death row" due to a false claim of aggressiveness. When I met Monroe (formerly Buckshot), I fell inlove INSTANTLY. He was the sweetest dog in the world. just very misunderstood. I was finally able to get him to an adoption event, his 'final day', and at the last minute a loving family adopted him.
Bio: Just over a year has passed since Monroe was adopted and he's just as happy as ever! His family and I have become very close; he's my very first and very own bully.
The Happy Ending: Monroe has been adopted for a few months now and he's doing great! He's been neutered, put on weight,has his own mattress, and he even gets spoiled with groomings at Petsmart. His family and I keep in contact, I know hes in a safe place
My typist is coming to visit me today! Its been a few months since I've seen her, even though she keeps in touch with my Mum.
Its almost been year since I've been adopted so my typist planned to take a visit =]
Expect more picfurs
I could smile for years, now that I've been adopted. I've had a rough start and my rescuer went through a lot of trouble to make sure I had one more chance. After being a breeding dog I was dumped at the shelter and labeled "aggressive" to be euthanized. Ashley (Roscoe's mum) spent many days with me, evaluating my behavior and getting to know me. She fell in love immediately and when she found out I was to be euthanized on Monday due to my "aggressiveness" that she knew I didn't have, she rushed to my aide and to prove I wasn't aggressive. Luckily, it worked, but it only bought me two days. There was one adoption event left I could attend and she took me there. Three hours and I only got ugly looks and sneers from people who felts I was a "bad dog" and "scary". At the last ticking minutes two men appeared and though Ashley was weary, after a long talk she handed me over. She helped them pick out a new collar a leash, and told them my new name "Monroe." I had been adopted.
But there was yet another surprise. As the mother and wife of the two men appeared, she pulled another being from their car. Another Am Staff they had rescued from the same shelter two years ago! After a quick meet and greet it was decided. I was to spend the rest of my years with them, happily ever after.