When I eat dinner, I sound like a video game. I think that’s why everyone seems to know exactly where I am at all times. I will also be checked for a possible issue with my palate as I am one very gurgly breather. I will be spayed soon – finally I get to retire – and I will get my teeth checked as they have been pretty neglected. In time I think all of this will make more sense. I don’t get the whole leash thing yet – what’s up with that? And stairs seem pretty darn scary too. I’ve never seen anything like him before so it took me a minute to figure out that he was actually okay. I have a foster brother who is a tall drink of water. I think I’m okay with most dogs, but need a little time and space to warm up. Yippee, I get so excited when I see my food being prepared, I actually do a little dance! I’m told its hysterical. My two favorite times of day are breakfast and dinner.

I don’t mess in my crate (yuck, what girl would like that) but I still need a bit of work on figuring out that outdoors is always the best choice for that. I’m doing really good at housetraining (all things considered). My foster Mom says I am a Velcro dog, I’m not sure what that means, but I like the sound of it. Once I warm up to you it’s a whole new ball game though. That’s because I never got to meet many people before. When I meet a new person, I just want to run in a corner and hide. You might think I sound like a confident girl, but the truth is I can be pretty shy – especially around new people. I’m a real smart cookie too –a silly door or gate can’t keep me out of a room – I will try to find my way in, over, or around it. I spent most of my life in a crate, so now I am a girl that is ready to explore! I want to check out every single inch of my foster home. I’m a 6-year-old, about 24lb French Bulldog. Thankfully, since CEBR came to my rescue, that’s all changed and I’m no longer lonely. I had so much love to give, but I didn’t know who it would be for. I lived in a commercial breeding facility and had to keep my beautiful personality under wraps. For too many years that was my sad story. Hi, I’m Eleanor, but sometimes my foster parents call me Ellie. Eleanor Rigby, waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.

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