I had been to a few dog adoption events in Melbourne, and had never really seen a siberant, or a bulldog.
But I had heard of the Russian bulldog and was hoping that perhaps someone would adopt one.
It was a bit awkward having to explain that a bull dog is not a dog, and therefore not a pet.
I didn’t know what I was doing.
But it was one of those things where it was like the best decision I ever made.
When I came back to Australia a few months later, the first time I saw him was at the dog park in Melbourne’s CBD.
He was standing there with a white t-shirt and a red bow tie.
The dog, a sardine, had a big smile on his face and was very friendly.
He took my hand and started walking towards me.
After about five minutes of me getting up and going after him, I noticed he was very tired and was barking at me.
I took my bow and I gave him a little push and then just kept on walking.
He just kept following me.
And eventually I took him to the dog pound.
I was pretty excited to see him.
So, when he came back, he was wearing a yellow vest and a big bow tie and a white collar.
We had a great time.
He’s a big boy and he was always with us.
As we were leaving the dog-pile, he said to me: ‘Hi, I’m so happy to see you.’
He really enjoyed being with me.