Toot's Story

We had just been approved to be fosters for the Black Tie Boston Terrier Rescue group here in South Carolina, when I received a text:

"We have a tiny French Bulldog that a backyard breeder dumped in the woods in the Upstate. We know she's not a Boston, but would you be willing to foster her while we sort things out?"

"Yeh, sure. Send'r."

When I met the rescue's transporter, this tiny Frenchie had no collar or name, and had probably never had them. I put her in the passenger seat of my convertible and talked with her. She looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and I knew then I would never let her out of my sight.

Tootise came with her issues, of course.

She was likely kept in a barn type building with a lot of other Frenchies about her size (though she is tiny), and in cages for the first five years of her life. We expect she had to compete for food - she was only 14lbs. You could count her ribs from across the room. She jumped on food like she would never eat again. Getting the barnyard smell washed out of her took weeks. 

She was not the least bit house trained. She was super skiddish and would hit the floor and scamper away if she thought she was in trouble. Never turned her back on us. Terrified of the outside. Could not get her to go out a door, likely she had been severely disciplined over the years not to go out doors. The only vocabulary she had was "NO," and she was terrified of the word.

Fortunately, she received a good bill of health at her first vet visit, where the staff passed her around the entire office before they would let her out the door.

We think she  was 5 or so when she came to us. We had to take her two places to get spayed because she was older, at risk, tiny, and had so much uterine scarring from all the pregnancies and puppies over the years. The breeder stopped feeding her and eventually dumped her in the woods when she could no longer make puppies/money.

Tootsie's Best Revenge is to live in comfort, educated, and giving back to the community.