Before choosing to adopt or foster a Bull Terrier, it is critical that you have a firm understanding of what you’re getting into! Here are some points to review:
At a Glance
Height: 20-22” Weight: 50-70lbs
Coat: Short Colors: Solid white, fawn, brindle, red, black and smut
As per the AKC –
“Bull Terriers are robust, big-boned terriers who move with a jaunty stride suggesting agility and power. The breed’s hallmark is a long, egg-shaped head with erect and pointed ears, and small, triangular eyes that glisten with good humor. Coats come in two types: white; and any other color (including an attractive brindle striping), either solid or with white markings. A well-made Bull Terrier is the picture of muscular determination and balance. There are four keys to this breed’s happiness: early socialization with dogs and people; firm but loving training; ample exercise; and lots of quality time with his adored humans. If these requirements are met, there is no more loyal, lovable, and entertaining companion. This is the ultimate personality breed.”
That being said, the Bull Terrier Rescue Mission Inc. is a rescue. And while some may come close to fitting the breed standard, most do not. Whether due to irresponsible breeding, a tough neglected life, or simply being purchased for the wrong reasons and not trained, most Bull Terriers in rescue require a careful and nurturing hand. But the Bull Terrier personality is strong. Their penchant for life, their preferences and unique individuality can be seen every year at an event called Silverwood. This is where all the well-bred, well raised “best of the best” compete in conformation, obedience, nose work etc. But even these Bull Terriers have a persona like no other. As evidenced in Photographer Gloria Anderson’s piece titled “2019 Naughty Dogs Silverwood/MBTCA 2019”
You know how most dogs will want to do whatever their owners want to do? How they’ll look at them to see if there’s any way for them to entertain? Well a Bull Terrier is the opposite of that. They expect their humans to entertain them.
They can be stubborn, unique, beholden to their own preferences, and are extremely human-centric. In fact, if you can’t spend a lot of time with your bull terrier, it will suffer. They crave to be a part of the family, a part of “the action” and in the middle of it all. They don’t do well when left to their own devices and will suffer as “outside dogs.”
They can’t be trusted off leash, or unrestricted when home alone, can be very prey driven and like to put the wrong things in their mouth, all the time.
But if you celebrate them for their own special little quirks; instead of trying to bend them like a piece of steel, you will end up with a loyal and loving member of the family. A well raised “normal” bull terrier is a funny, unique, affectionate individual with zero sense of personal space. A dog that, while doing zoomies, can sense the fragility of its young or elderly humans, but not the structural integrity of sheet rock walls. A dog that can sleep through a burglary, seem deaf when you call out his or her name but be right behind you as soon as they hear fridge door open.
The ones that are prey driven cannot be trusted around cats or smaller animals, and some of them simply do not like other dogs. But people? That’s what they’re all about.
But, they’re also contrarian and often break their own stereotype. There have been Bull Terriers that have come through rescue that love cats, chickens and even pigs and other farm animals. There are dog friendly bull terriers that love all dogs. Love some dogs. Or only love the dogs in their own home, and not any other dog at all. There are female puppy mill breeders in rescue that have hated every variety of animal, but when they see a puppy have some genetic light switch flipped on, turning them into sweet and loving creatures.
Each one of these beautiful, stoic, jaunty little Bull Terriers in rescue might fit a certain profile but are unique and special individuals all the same.
To help in the endeavor of understanding and learning to live with this strange and unique breed, I highly recommend you find yourself a copy of “When Pigs Fly” by Jane Killion. It’s considered the treatise for those who wish to train and better understand, bull terriers and other stubborn breeds.
What is a Bull Terrier
[Quoted directly from The Bull Terrier Club of America’s website: their treatment on the subject is both thorough and authoritative. http://bullterrierclubofamericarescue.com/what-is-a-bull-terrier/]
The Bull and Terrier Family Tree By BTCA 1996, Updated by Amber Lowe 2003
Complied by Cythnia Morse, Kevin Welch, & Wendy Clark
The Breeds illustrated here were developed over a century ago by dog breeders interested in perpetuating the desirable physical and personality traits of the old fashioned English Bulldog and various small terriers of the time. As you can see, each of the Bull & Terrier Breeds has some traits in common with it’s cousins, but there are also some very definite differences as well. To help you understand these subtle differences, we have described each breed briefly.
The old fashioned bulldog was crossed with several types of small, smooth-coated terriers.
American Pit Bull Terrier – This medium sized (40 lbs approx.) breed has the physique of an athlete; in fact, many Pit Bulls are prize winners in canine weight pulling competitions. Originally bred in the 19th century for dog fighting, this endearing breed can today claim an ardent following of breeders and pet owners who love their dogs and train them to be good canine citizens. The Pit Bull comes in a variety of colors and his ears may be cropped or left to fold naturally. He is a robust, intelligent fellow who makes an excellent pet when treated with kindness and responsibility. This breed was developed in North America.
Boston Terrier– This is a small breed weighing an average of 17 lbs. Nicknamed the “Boston Gentleman”, this breed excells both as a family pet and a companion for the elderly. Its coat is short and usually a very dark black-brindle with a white blase, collar and feet. The ears are sometimes cropped but show dogs usually have naturally upright ears. The typical Boston Terrier has the “pushed in” face of his Bulldog ancestors. This breed was developed in the United States.
Bull Terriers – The 19th century dog breeder who developed the White Bull Terrier wanted to create a “better fighting dog”, but for the most part, his creation was a flop as a fighter. Instead, the breed’s shining white coat earned it the admiration of the gentry of the day and the White Bull Terrier became a fashionable pet. Later, a colored variety of Bull Terrier was developed. This Colored Bull Terrier should not be confused with the Staffordshires or the Pit Bull, for he is every inch a Bull Terrier! Today, White and Colored Bull Terriers are bred for the show ring and the “living room couch.” The comedian of the Bull and Terrier family, the Bull Terrier is quite the unique in appearance. No other breed of dog has the exotic, “Roman Nose” profile or the tiny triangular eyes of the Bull Terrier. The White Bull Terrier is ideally all white as the body, but sometimes has colored head marks. The Colored Bull Terrier comes in several colors, with red, brindle, black-brindle, or tri color being the most common. His average weight is 45 to 55 lbs, but may vary considerably. Bull Terrier’s ears are never cropped and most stand up naturally, although an occassional Bull Terrier will have one or both ears flopping, primarily due to immaturity or injury. Bull Terriers are of English origin.
American Staffordshire Terrier – Slightly larger than most of his cousins (50 – 60 lbs approx), the American Staffordshire is a handsome dog. Although he, too, has roots in the fighting pits of the 19th century, for the past 50 years or more, he has been developed solely as a show dog and family pet. This breed has proven its ability in obedience work and weight-pulling competition as well. “Am Staffs” come in a variety of colors, but red, brindle, and fawn with or without white markings are the most common colors. Ears are usually cropped for the show ring, but many pets have natural, uncropped ears. This breed was developed in North America.
Staffordshire Bull Terrier – Developed by 19th century English miners, this rather rare breed snares the unforunate dog fighting roots of the American Pit Bull Terrier. He is a small (30 lbs approx.), but sturdy fellow of lovable disposition. He comes in a variety of colors and his ears are never cropped. Like all of the Bull and Terrier Breeds, “Staffords” love children and will tolerate a great deal of rough play. This breed was developed in England.
Commonly Asked Questions
1. How long can I leave my Bull Terrier alone during a day?
This is a complex question for Bull Terriers in rescue. A well raised, behaviorally sound dog should be able to be left alone, safe and content in a crate or a pen for 6 to 7 hours before it starts wanting out.
The BTR Mission, does not condone or agree to allowing its unattended dogs, to be left unrestricted (outside of a crate or pen) for any period of time, while in foster care. Even when adopted we urge extreme caution in giving them full access, when by themselves. They are their own biggest threat and have been known to eat a variety of things that require lifesaving surgeries due to obstructions (corn on the cobs, pigs knuckles, cheese cloth, socks, dead birds, the list goes on). Does this mean that you will never be able to leave your bull terrier alone? No. Only that it is very important to understand your dog’s limitations before you try.
Then there are behavioral considerations to leaving some of the rescues alone for long periods of time. Sometimes, these dogs have suffered a psychological trauma that presents as separation anxiety when they arrive into foster care or a foster to adopt home. Most of these cases will require time to decompress. Sometimes, they’ll need modifications to where they are left alone, and what they can see and hear and smell while there. Sometimes it will be, actual separation anxiety, in which case, their situation and needs will have to be reconsidered. Simply leaving a dog with separation anxiety in a physically secure and restricted containment, can make things worse and cause him or her to damage himself. But these are extreme examples. It will be up to the fosters, who evaluate and help rehabilitate the dogs in BTRM’s care, to determine the parameters and requirements for each dog.
2. Is there a difference between a white and colored Bull Terrier?
No. One is white; the others have colors. Some will say that the white ones are more prone to deafness, or the red ones are naughtier, and the brindle ones don’t have as many allergies, but most of this is either anecdotal or unimportant when it comes to rescue. Each dog of every color in our program has its own characteristics and needs. Deafness, allergies and behaviors are the sort of thing that’s identified before adoption.
3. Why is it so hard to rescue a young Bull Terrier, so I can train them to be what I want?
Because most of the 8-24 months old Bull Terriers in need of homes have a similar story. The original owners didn’t research the breed before making the purchase or were generally not prepared for pet ownership. These dogs might look like young adult dogs in their bodies, but behaviorally and developmentally they’re even younger. They’re often very mouthy, with little impulse control, have very few skills in their toolbox, and require a lot of specific training and behavior modification before being considered a good canine citizen. They’re not mean or dangerous, they’re simply difficult cases that need their issues addressed before being viable for a less experienced home. And as our goal is to limit the cases of dogs needing new homes, we’re less prone, as rescuers, to send a hard case to someone who might not seem prepared for it.
4. I’m looking for a running partner. Are Bull Terriers very active or couch potatoes?
Well here’s the rub. Bull Terriers are all extremists. They tend to be either one way or the other. So, if you’re looking for a mellow friend, to watch Netflix with and order from Grub hub, then yeah, we’ve probably got a few who would fit that bill. They just tend to be around 5 years old or older AND, they’re bull terrorists. So as has happened in the past, I can send a dog to a foster that’s a very relaxed 6-year-old lay around buddy. And 98% of the time, that’s exactly what he’ll be and exactly how he’ll act, but once in a while he’ll remember who he is. And next thing you know, you let your guard down one too many times, and didn’t walk your 20th guest out the door yourself and the sneaky little guy barreled out from around them and now is loose. Next thing you know, you’re riding down the street in your flip flops on a mountain bike screaming your dog’s name out at the top of your lungs, while he proudly goes romping around letting all of your neighbors know exactly who he is (this actually happened).
Then there’s the active ones, who should be great running partners. I’ve placed them as well, and they’ve got the energy and the desire to go all day. It’s just that sometimes, they want to go in a direction that has nothing to do with the 4 mile run you’ve been doing every day for 5 years. Or, they’ll go on your route until they’ve had enough and the next thing you know you’ll have to carry 60lbs of dead weight home, cus they’ve decided they’ve just had enough.
5. Do they like children? Are they aggressive? Are they good with cats and dogs?
Again, another multi part question and something that needs to be understood about the breed, and dogs in general. Human aggression, dog aggression and prey drive are three separate and different issues. Add to that the variant of whether or not they’re good to have around children makes this even more complex.
Let’s start with Human aggression. There are few dogs in rescue with human aggression that are available for adoption or foster to adopt. A truly human aggressive dog is more often than not deemed a danger to the public and must be humanely euthanized. There are some cases, where a dog that’s suffered physical or psychological trauma will present as aggressive, but when evaluated by a behaviorist deemed a candidate for re-habilitation. These cases are very rare.
As for children. We do not place dogs that hurt children due to aggression. But these are large, powerful and exuberant animals. They can be very well meaning to children, and as an extremely human centric breed, will almost by default love all of the little humans around them. But this is rescue. These dogs are rarely well trained and behaviorally sound. They often lack impulse control and the ability to calm themselves, long enough to gauge the temperature of the room before barreling into things in celebratory hucklebutts (zoomies being the more common colloquialism). So, when we rate a dog for kids, at 15 years and above, it’s not because they don’t like children. It’s because they don’t understand that children are fragile. When we rate one as 8 and above, that’s indicative of a dog that’s been around younger children and much more user ready to enter a home with kids.
Dog aggression/reactivity. Some bull terriers in rescue hate other dogs on site and will visibly show a reaction (dog reactivity) but when handled properly by someone experienced, may be able to be integrated with the right dogs. Some of them, really do hate other dogs and can never be allowed off leash around them or to have access to them. We refer to the former as dog reactive and/or dog selective and the latter as dog aggressive. Some bull terriers don’t mind other dogs but need to be very slowly and carefully integrated. Some, like other dogs and have a well-established history living with them, but as rescues, they tend to be insecure and protective of the new and special lives they’ve been granted. That’s why we provide a very incremental step by step plan for our “To Be Determined” and our “Dog Friendly” dogs, when in home with other canines. Very rarely, maybe 4 or 5% of all intakes, are so dog friendly that from day one they can be integrated or require other canine companionship, just to settle down. Often times, this comes with a price, as it’s usually these dogs that have been failed by humans and are actually afraid of people but need other dogs.
Cat’s and prey drive. A large portion of this breed’s genetic make-up is that of a terrier. Hunter killers, of pests in the ground. Terra for Terrier. A genetic disposition in a dog, is hard to suppress without consequences. For example, a couple of years ago I helped evaluate and place a senior bull terrier who was sweet as pie. He liked other dogs and loved people. He was very neglected and once he got too old, he was abandoned. I placed him in a home where the adopters felt unable to care for him because he was sight and hearing impaired as well. Luckily (we thought) the adopter’s mother fell in love with him and agreed to take him on as her own. And he loved her as well. Unfortunately, she had a cat. And he couldn’t see and could barely hear, so all day all he did was smell that cat around him and it drove him crazy. He began to randomly attack people’s coats because they smelled like a cat. He would blindly lunge at furniture and people and doors thinking he could get at this cat that he could smell but not hear or see. It was so bad for the sweet old guy that we were unsure if his viability in rescue would last much longer. But before we were forced to make a final decision, an angel in Massachusetts offered to take him in and foster and evaluate him for us. The change in this dog was like night and day, when he finally went into a home without a cat. Now, he lives a glorious pampered and relaxed existence with a wonderful human family and a sweet younger brother.
Can some Bull Terriers be good with cats? Yes. We have some that are good with chickens, pigs, horses and cats. I’ve seen and had a few that liked cats but no other dogs. And there’s a lot that like people but no other animals. It’s really a case to case basis, with the only inevitability we consider, is that if a bull terrier in our program is verified to have a high prey drive (meaning a danger to cats and other small animals) we will not attempt to place that dog in a home where he or she will be trialed for integration with them.
6. Why can’t I take my Bull Terrier to a dog park?
Unfortunately bull terriers get a bad rap, and if something ever happened between him and another dog, he would likely get the blame. We wouldn’t want any sort of record that would make it harder to adopt him or her in the future. Aside from this, dog parks have their own issues. You don’t always know every owner and every dog, and that’s simply unsafe for their health and welfare.
7. Do I need a yard and a fence to adopt a Bull Terrier?
For some specific cases this might be required. It really helps for every dog to have a place where it can run around, on its own that’s fully fenced in. But this doesn’t have to be in your back yard, even though it helps. There are plenty of good bull terrier owners who live in urban areas without a fully fenced yard. It just takes a bit of creativity to find alternate ways to satisfy your bull terriers physical and intellectual enrichment needs.
So, you think you want a Bull Terrier?
Are Bull Terriers Good With Children?
The following story titled “Are Bull Terriers Good With Children?” By Peggy Amaud appeared in the Bull Terrier Club of South Australia magazine in February 1994
Haven’t we all been asked this question many times? Yes, if raised with children, a bull terrier is a perfect companion; gentle and aware of the child’s fragility. Haven’t we all watched a great lump of dog play quietly on the floor with babies, then without warning hurl itself upon an unsuspecting adult with sufficient force to practically land him in the intensive care unit? So I would like to ask this question – Are Bull Terriers Good With Adults? Not one of my dogs has ever laid a tooth on me, but the damage to my person has, over the years been considerable.
One rainy morning I was standing in the driveway watching my husband back out the car when Muffin came flat out around the corner of the house carrying a length of 2 x 4. What she was intending to do with this piece of lumber has never been determined – it is possible that she was becoming bored with the demolition trade and was about to enter the construction business. Turning at her approach, I received the full impact of the wood on my shinbone and was knocked to the ground by the force where I lay screaming with pain and fury. Muff observed this odd behaviour for a moment, then deciding that she had heard all those words before (usually directed at her anyway), she retrieved her wooden weapon, and spinning it around with the grace and agility of a baton twirler, connected neatly with the back of my head as I was attempting to get to my feet. The impact returned me to my previous horizontal position, this time face down. My husband, who witnessed the entire performance informed me later that the timing was superb – worthy of the best Keystone Cops or Marx Brothers. But he delayed his departure, herded the menace into her kennel and inquired through his merriment if I was hurt. Stating I thought I might live long enough to murder the wretched bitch, I was helped to my feet but found I could not put any weight on the injured leg and my scalp was cut and bleeding – so a trip to the accident room of the local hospital was thought advisable.
Being my first visit for emergency treatment, I was not prepared for the volume of information required. Name, address, occupation are routine – but how, when and why!….(I am an obstetrical nurse and our patients are admitted onto the floor with a minimum of questions. We know why they are there, and we know how it happened and we assume the patient knows too, although sometimes one wonders)!
The admitting nurse was efficient and thorough. Vital statistics dealt with came unexpected questions. “Now, how did this accident happen?” “Well,” I said, “You see my dog had this big piece of wood in her mouth and she hit me with it.”
“Your dog?” “Yes.” “I see, – and the head wound?” “Well my dog did that too.” “With a piece of wood?” “Yes, – it was the same piece of wood actually.” “I see.”
“Well,” I said, coming quickly to Muffin’s defence,” of course she didn’t mean to, she sort of spun around and she had this piece of wood in her mouth, you see – and, well-she hit me with it – I was sitting in the driveway at the time…”
Our local hospital does not have a psychiatric floor but I could see by the expression on the nurse’s face that she was aware of the desperate need for one.
I was X-Rayed, treated amid controlled giggles from the staff, and released.
The next major incident followed swiftly. (Minor ones occur almost daily.) The paddock gate is, of necessity, sturdily built of oak and heavy. It opens inward. Every day I collect each dog after his play period.
I call them from whatever act of mayhem they may be committing, push open the gate and bend down ready to snap on the lead. For three hundred and sixty four days of the year Bloody Mary had galloped to the gate, come around it, and been leashed in the usual fashion. On this particular day, whether due to a whim, or perhaps because the moon was in Aquarius she chose to project herself at approximately the speed of light from the far corner of the paddock, and instead of coming around the gate, she leapt at it with all the force of her fifty pounds of muscle, slamming it shut on my head. I went down like a pole-axed ox, and remained down and out long enough for the murderous beast to remove and eat the bait-biscuits from my pocket – she also removed and apparently ate the pocket. A small hairpiece I was wearing has never been seen again – presumably it was quickly killed and buried. Staggering into a lawn chair I sat holding my head and considering an early retirement from dog breeding, while Mary amused herself by eating the geraniums.
This pastoral scene continued for awhile until my neighbor drove up, took one look at me, and insisted – yes, you guessed it – on a trip to the Emergency Room.
The last thing I wished to do on this earth was return to the hospital where, after the Muffin episode, there exists some doubt as to my sanity – I am known locally as “that kook who lives up on the hill with those funny looking white things she says are dogs”. But feeling too sick to argue or resist I was firmly placed in the car and hurried off to my fate.
And so it came to pass that once again I presented myself at the local Emergency Room. Of course, the admitting nurse was the same as before, the staff also. Approaching the desk in embarrassed misery – torn clothing, wild hair, a great lump on my forehead and eyes blackening fast, I am greeted by an obviously wary nurse – “Goodness, Mrs. Arnaud, sit down. Whatever happened to you now?” I take a deep breath, (Oh God will get you for this Bloody Mary) and with visions of padded cells looming large in my future, “Well,” I said “you see – my dog…”
Are Bull Terriers Good With Children?
Oh yes. They are lovely.
Are Bull Terriers Good With Adults?
Well I am an adult and they are not good with me, and I have the scars – my body, my furniture, and my psyche – to prove it.
Acknowledgement COLKET – 1976
My Worst Bully Nightmare
By Robert Bollong (WARNING: CONTAINS PROFANITY)
Hey Mates,
I am finally going to write this saga, but only after the naggings of my B.T. Mentoress Linda Lethin. When she heard this story she insisted I tell all you guys on the list. But first….. I must warn you….. It’s graphic, …….It’s Ugly…….But, It’s also True… No names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I have had Bullies for nearly twelve years. I had had no major incidents prior to this. I attribute this to my professional training. I have been a police officer for 17 years. During my jail tours I developed skills in the handling the unhandlable; such as serial killers; Randy Kraft, Charles Bonin, and even Richard Ramirez ( The Night Stalker ) So with the experience I gained in keeping these guys under control, I have always done the same with my Bullies. Never an escape nor a major destruction of property.
Then came the new dog… Kingsmere Casanova… AKA Cosmo. He is a maniac. The wildest, most hucklebutting dog I’ve ever owned.
It happened a few months ago when Cosmo was about 6 months old. I woke up that morning feeling down, but being the dedicated employee I am, I went to work anyway. (I hate using my sick time when I’m sick!) When I got home I was looking forward to going straight to bed, as by now I had a fever and body aches. But, to my dismay I had forgotten my daughter’s Softball practice. I could not press my wife Laurie into taking her because she was already taking my son to ice hockey practice.
So I left home with my daughter and returned some two and a half hours later. The first clue something was wrong appeared when I opened the garage door. The garage was flooded. “WHERE DID THAT WATER COME FROM?” I asked my daughter.
I walked to door leading to the house from and garage and opened it. I heard the sound of running water coming from my daughter’s room. WHAT IN THE HELL, I thought. I lurched into my daughter’s room, and was met by the sound of water squishing in the rug under my feet. I peered around the corner, to her 85 gallon aquarium which houses rare and exotic Rift Valley African Cichlids from Lake Tangayika, (and Yes – of course…expensive) the tank was nearly empty. The water had all escaped, wet the rug and seeped out through the drywall into the garage. MY GOD, MY GOD, I yelled, MY FISH! My daughter followed me as I went to open the equipment cabinet under the aquarium to see what kind of mechanical defect caused this tragedy. I OPENED THE CABINET DOOR, AND TO MY DISBELIEF THERE WAS COSMO INSIDE THE CABINET, he had the aquarium water out-flow hose in his mouth, the last few ounces of water drinking from it, as he shook it like a madman. He looked up at me, with a look of surreal satisfaction. His little, black, beady eyes glinting in the dark cabinet. He had a strange look, almost a smile on his face. A million thoughts ran through my head…… How did a dog get inside a closed aquarium equipment cabinet, how did he get inside the house… It did not take me long to place the blame…. ON MY WIFE! She had forgotten to put Cosmo away when she left for hockey.
I picked Cosmo up, and walked him to his crate. My feet squishing in the soaked carpet. As I walked I surveyed the destruction. He had been in the house over two hours, by himself.
He had systematically clipped all the electrical cords from their plugs, leaving the plugs sticking out of their outlets with little piggie tails. Why he didn’t get electrocuted, I don’t know.
Cosmo also chewed up my son’s brand new hockey helmet, and in an attempt to get a toy out from under our couch, he ripped most of the fabric off the lower portion of the sofa.
He emptied the kitchen trashcan and had strewn the trash throughout the house.
But the Coup De Grace, The Piece de Resistance, That little touch that only the evil mind of a pigdog could think of, hit me last, and sent me over the edge.
As I walked through my bedroom I began to smell something, and notice stains on my walls, leading from my bathroom to my bedroom, through the hallway and into the kitchen. I entered the bathroom and the full realization sank in……. One of my children, one of my precious, lovely children, whom I love… But who have the bad habit of not flushing the toilet, had gone “NUMBER TWO” (defecated / had a bowel movement – for our international fans not familiar with American colloquialisms) and did not finish the job by flushing, nor were they troubled by closing the lid.
Cosmo had found this interesting object floating in the John, and plucked it out. He then ran hucklebutt through the house, throwing it in the air as he did, as evidenced by the streaks on the wall.
That was it, I lost it….. Just as my wife came home. I began to cus and couldn’t stop. I never yell and was now doing so at the top of my lungs. My neighbors came out in dismay…… I finally calmed down, nearly cried, mentally and physically wrecked, and spent the next four hours cleaning the mess up. A professional rug cleaner was called (Extra $$$ for late night emergency), and my children forced to clean the “art work” off the walls.
Late that night after I had fallen asleep, I awoke with a start, I had a sudden realization of what that mysterious look on Cosmo’s face was when he was in the aquarium cabinet……………
IT WAS A SHIT EATING GRIN.
But, I still love my Bullies…….
Robert Bollong
Corona, Ca
USA
