Truby

My story

Professional Shadow. Amateur Security Guard. Full-Time Lover of Humans. A Second Chance Looks Good On Me Hi, I'm Truby. I weigh 24 pounds and joined the Freedom Squad from Moreno Valley Animal Shelter. Before we get started, I should probably mention that my journey into rescue came with a few unexpected plot twists. When I arrived, I was in heat, which apparently complicated everyone's plans. Once that situation was finally behind us and it was time for my spay surgery, the veterinarian discovered I had an abnormal uterus. At this point, I feel like every time someone looked a little closer at me, they uncovered another surprise. Thankfully, all of that is behind me now. My surgery was successful, my recovery went well, and these days I'm focusing on much more important things—like making sure you never have to walk from one room to another by yourself. Life wasn't always easy before rescue, but you wouldn't know it by meeting me. I wake up every day happy, hopeful, and ready to see what comes next. Whatever happened before I found Freedom Frenchie Rescue is part of my story, but it isn't the chapter I'm living in now. These days, I'm busy learning what it feels like to be loved, included, and safe. Emotionally Invested In Your Every Move Some people hear the term "Velcro Frenchie" and immediately think it's a bad thing. Personally, I think it sounds like a compliment. I love being near my people and prefer to know what everyone is doing at all times. If you're cooking dinner, I'll supervise. If you're folding laundry, I'll be nearby for quality control. If you're walking into another room, I'll happily accompany you because, quite frankly, nobody should have to travel through their home alone. My foster mom calls me a professional shadow, but I prefer to think of myself as exceptionally dedicated. I also happen to believe that every petting session should continue indefinitely. If you stop petting me before I feel the interaction has reached its natural conclusion, I may gently remind you by placing a paw on your arm and giving you my best look. Once I receive the attention I deserve, I'll happily roll onto my side and offer my belly for further appreciation because, in my opinion, belly rubs are one of life's greatest gifts. Being close to my people isn't just something I enjoy—it's how I feel connected. After everything I've been through, there's comfort in knowing my family is nearby, and I plan to make sure they always know where I am too. The Eyes Tell A Story My foster mom says I look at people like I have something important to say, and maybe she's right. Sometimes my eyes get a little watery, and sometimes I find myself staring at people a little longer than most dogs would. I think that's because I'm still learning that kindness is real and that people can be trusted. Nobody knows exactly what my life looked like before rescue, but there are moments when it's obvious that not every chapter was easy. The remarkable thing is that despite whatever happened before, I still choose people every single time. I still believe in love, I still believe good things are possible, and I still believe my person is out there somewhere looking for me too. That's the thing about dogs—we don't spend much time looking backward when there's still so much happiness waiting ahead. I hope when people look into my eyes they don't see a dog who has been through hard things. I hope they see a dog who never stopped believing that better days were coming. Head Of Neighborhood Watch Let's talk about my protective side. There was one particular incident involving another foster dog, a water hose, and what I believed was a potential threat to my foster mom. Was I overreacting? The official investigation remains ongoing. The truth is that if I love you, I pay attention. I notice things. I keep an eye on my people and make it my business to know what's happening around me. If something seems suspicious, I may feel obligated to offer my professional opinion. I'm not looking for trouble, though. In fact, I'd much rather find a best friend to play with than spend my day worrying about security concerns. I simply take my responsibilities seriously and occasionally volunteer for neighborhood watch without being asked. The good news is that my heart is much bigger than my bark, and most of the time I'm far more interested in making friends than protecting anyone from rogue garden hoses. Making Friends Is Worth The Wait Because I arrived in heat, I wasn't able to socialize with the other dogs right away. Since my surgery, introductions have happened slowly and carefully, and I've done wonderfully. I genuinely enjoy other dogs and do well with dogs of all sizes and personalities. Sometimes I join the group activities, sometimes I play, and sometimes I prefer to sit back and quietly observe everyone while I evaluate their decision-making skills. I enjoy having canine friends around and would be happy in a home with another playful companion. I also adore children and enjoy being included in family activities. Whether we're hanging out in the backyard, watching television, or simply spending time together, I love feeling like part of the group. The Cat Situation Is Non-Negotiable Let's save everyone some time and address the cat situation immediately. I do not do cats. My foster family feels very strongly about this recommendation because I once successfully broke through TWO separate baby gates while pursuing what I believed was a critically important feline investigation. By the time everyone caught up with me, I was fully committed to my mission and vibrating with excitement. The cat, unfortunately, did not share my enthusiasm for the project. While I respect everyone's life choices, I think it's best for all parties involved if my future home remains completely cat-free. It will keep the cats happy, keep my future family relaxed, and prevent me from launching any additional unauthorized investigations. Smarter Than I Look When I first arrived in foster care, I was nervous about eating. Everything was new. The house was new. The people were new. The routine was new. Then I realized meals appeared every day on a reliable schedule, and that particular concern disappeared immediately. These days I eat like a professional and approach mealtime with the enthusiasm it deserves. Beyond my appreciation for food, I've learned my foster family's routine very quickly and enjoy knowing what's expected of me. When my foster mom tells me to get a drink after being outside, I walk right over to my water bowl and do exactly that. I'm potty trained, eager to please, and surprisingly good at understanding what my people are asking me to do. I pay attention, I learn quickly, and I genuinely enjoy making my humans happy. About My Age... The shelter estimated me to be seven years old, but my foster family would like to respectfully challenge that statement. I have fantastic energy, love being involved in daily activities, and approach life with far too much enthusiasm to accept senior citizen status without a formal review process. Just because I have a little gray on my face doesn't mean I'm ready to retire. Life, stress, and difficult circumstances can age anyone. Dogs are no different. Whatever number eventually gets attached to me, what matters most is how I live—and I live like a dog who still has plenty of adventures left ahead of her. It's The Little Things My favorite things in life are surprisingly simple. I love soft blankets, Bam Bones, sunny afternoons, following my humans from room to room, afternoon naps, and being included in whatever is happening. If there's a family activity, I would very much like to participate. If there's a comfortable blanket available, I would like first dibs. I also occasionally enjoy staring dramatically into the distance like the misunderstood star of an award-winning movie. Nobody knows exactly why I do this, including me, but it feels important in the moment and has become part of my personal brand. 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 through the door on day one and immediately 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 huge 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 spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and being fostered in Mesa, Arizona. Her adoption donation fee is $1,100. Apply to adopt at freedomfrenchierescue.org.

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