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Hi guys, I'm Queenie. I'm a 2 year female bulldog mix, which means I could be part american bulldog, english bulldog, or maybe even some boxer. I don't remember my mom or my pop, and if I did, I couldn't really tell the staff. I think their guess is pretty good anyway. When I was first brought to the shelter I was running loose as a stray. I was kind of stinky and dirty, and boy, I wasn't happy about being at the shelter. I was scared out of my mind, so when one of the girls put me in a small kennel that smelled of other strange animals and she reached for my head I just got so freaked out. The next day it took staff about half an hour to get me out of the small kennel I called safety. I was so scared. Then, after I had to be moved out of my small kennel for another dog, they put me in a new place. It was a huge room, I heard some of them call it a dog run. I had to walk way down the middle of all the kennels. The dogs barked and barked at me, some welcoming me and others telling me to get out. All that noise, just wow, I was overwhelmed. It took a lot to get me out of my kennel at first. But then... after seeing another dog join the dog run, I realized it wasn't really as scary as it seemed. The other dogs were mostly just like me. They were just a bunch of mutts (and some pompous "purebreds") that were either strays or not wanted by our owners anymore. Then I started realizing I could have fun being here. I looked forward to greeting someone at my kennel door so they could bring me outside for a walk. Or. TO PLAY BALL! I love to play fetch. If you want to watch a video of me playing fetch just look below. Sometimes when I play I get so focused on getting that ball I don't realize things in front of me.... like fences or trees.... so if you could, try to throw the ball where the path is clear. I seem to be fine with other dogs, and enjoy walking down the dog run halls. I'd rather meet your dog first though before I go to your home, it's nice to know who's going to be my new friend. Speaking of going to a new home, I have to be spayed before I can leave the shelter at my new owners expense. This may sound silly, but it only takes minutes for me to be on my way to being a mom, and the reason I'm here at the shelter is because there are too many animals and not enough homes. If I can help prevent a litter of puppies by being spayed, I'll gladly do it. It's not going to change me in any way, I'll still be the big goofy bulldog that you fell in love with before!
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