Truby

My story

Professional Shadow. Amateur Security Guard. Full-Time Lover of Humans. Hi, I'm Truby. I'm five years old, weigh 24 pounds, and I joined the Freedom Squad from Moreno Valley. Before we get started, I'd like everyone to know that I've been through a few things. When I arrived, I was in heat, which apparently complicated everyone's plans. Then, when it was finally time for my spay surgery, the vet discovered I had an abnormal uterus. At this point, I feel like every time someone looks inside one of us rescue dogs, they uncover another plot twist. Thankfully, all of that is behind me now, and I'm focused on much more important things—like making sure you never go anywhere without me. I Am Not Clingy... I Am Thorough People keep calling me a Velcro Frenchie, but I prefer the term "emotionally invested." If you're sitting down, I'd like to sit near you. If you're walking somewhere, I'd like to know where you're going. If you're petting me and suddenly stop, I may gently paw your hand as a reminder that you were in the middle of something very important. I'm not demanding—I simply believe in maintaining proper standards when it comes to affection and companionship. About My Eyes... My foster mom says I look at people like I have a story to tell. Maybe I do. Sometimes my eyes get a little watery, and sometimes I stare at people just a little longer than normal. I think that's because I'm still learning that people can be kind. Nobody knows everything that happened before I found rescue, but some days it's obvious that my past wasn't always easy. The amazing thing is that even after everything, I still choose people. Every single time. I still believe in love, and I still believe my person is out there. Security Team: Me Let's talk about my protective side. There was an incident involving another foster dog, a water hose, and what I believed was a potential threat to my foster mom. Was I overreacting? The jury is still out. Nobody got hurt and nothing happened, but if I love you, I pay attention. I notice things. I keep an eye on my people. If I think someone is being rude or suspicious, I may feel obligated to express my opinion. I'm not looking for trouble—I just occasionally volunteer for neighborhood watch. Making Friends Takes Time Because I arrived in heat, I didn't get to socialize with the other dogs right away. Since my surgery, we've been taking introductions slowly, and I've been doing really well. Am I the type to immediately run into the middle of a group and become everyone's best friend? Not exactly. I'm more of a "let me observe the situation first" kind of girl. Sometimes I join the fun, sometimes I do my own thing, and sometimes I watch everyone from a comfortable distance while I evaluate their life choices. I think that's called maturity. The Cat Situation One day a stray cat appeared in the yard. Then the cat ran. And then... so did I. Listen, I can't say exactly what my intentions were. Maybe I wanted to say hello. Maybe I wanted to investigate. Maybe I was conducting a very important security inspection. Unfortunately, the cat didn't stick around long enough for us to find out. For now, it's probably safest to say that a cat-free home would be my best fit. Smarter Than I Look When I first arrived, I was a little nervous about eating. Everything was new—the house, the people, the routine. Then I realized food was being served regularly and on schedule. Problem solved. Now I eat like a professional. I've learned my foster home's routine very quickly. When foster mom tells me to go get a drink of water after being outside, I march right over to my bowl and do exactly that. I'm potty trained, eager to please, and surprisingly good at understanding what my humans are asking of me. The Simple Things My favorite things in life are soft blankets, Bam Bones, following my humans from room to room, napping near people, and being included in whatever is happening. I also happen to love more blankets and occasionally enjoy staring dramatically into the distance like the main character in a movie. It's all part of my charm. If you start petting me I submit for belly rubs quickly! Oh yea that’s the spot!! What I'm Looking For I don't need perfection. I don't need a giant house. I don't need someone who expects me to walk in on day one and act like I've lived there forever. What I need is patience. Like every rescue dog, I need a little time to settle in, learn your routine, and figure out that I'm safe. Once I do, I'll become part of your family in the way only a French Bulldog can—completely, unapologetically, and probably while sitting directly on your foot. If you're looking for a sweet girl with soulful eyes, a big heart, a little bit of sass, and enough love to make up for the years she may have missed out on, I think we should meet. I may not have had the easiest start in life, but I'm ready for my happy ending. Love, Truby Truby is spay, vaccinated and microchipped and being fostered in Mesa, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1050.00 you can apply at freedomfrenchierescue.org

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