Agatha aka aggie

Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty)<br/>Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari<br/>Hi, I'm Agatha I was found as a stray and FFR picked me up at AZ Humane. <br/>I'm a 3-year-old exotic bully lowrider, which basically means I'm built like a tiny tank and somehow still capable of reaching speeds that should probably require a permit. People keep calling me Darla 2.0, and honestly, I understand the comparison. We both have confidence, charm, and a strong belief that we deserve to be adored at all times. The difference is there can only be one Darla, and there can only be one Agatha. Trust me—we've discussed it.<br/>The Great Utah Competition<br/>I currently live with Darla, and we're actually pretty good friends. By "good friends," I mean we spend a large portion of every day competing for Utah's attention. If Utah sits down, we're both there. If Utah walks into a room, we're both there. If Utah so much as glances in our direction, we're suddenly convinced we haven't received affection in years. It's a very serious competition and we both take our responsibilities very seriously. Thankfully, Utah has enough love for everyone, even if Darla occasionally forgets that.<br/>Bedtime According to Agatha<br/>Every evening I have one simple and completely reasonable request: I get petted first. That's it. That's the rule. Once I receive the appropriate amount of attention, I happily settle down next to Harvey and Foster Dad and drift off to sleep. I'm not saying the bedtime routine revolves around me, but everyone seems much happier when it does.<br/>Food Is My Love Language<br/>I enjoy food in all forms, but Foster Dad's crockpot creations are on a completely different level. The second those smells start floating through the house, I become very interested in whatever is happening in the kitchen. Since coming into rescue, I've put on some healthy weight and I'm looking fantastic. My little lowrider body has filled out nicely, my coat looks great, and life is pretty sweet these days.<br/>Ball Is Life<br/>Do not let these short little legs fool you. The second the horse ball comes out, I transform into an athlete. I sprint around the yard with the rest of the pack like I've been preparing for the championship game my entire life. The ball doesn't even need to belong to me—I simply need to be involved in whatever excitement is taking place. The neighbors probably think we're hosting professional sporting events in the backyard.<br/>A Little Shy, A Lot Sweet<br/>When I meet new people or find myself somewhere unfamiliar, I can be a little shy at first. I like to take a minute, look around, and make sure everything feels safe before jumping right in. Once I settle in, though, I become part of the family very quickly. Foster Dad says I fit into the household like I'd always been there, and honestly, that's exactly how it feels. I love people, I love dogs, and I love being included in whatever is happening.<br/>Just a Tiny Tune-Up<br/>I do have a small mass on my ankle that will be removed, but it's simply a minor bump in the road. Other than that, I'm healthy, happy, and ready for whatever comes next. Rescue has helped me get back to feeling my best, and now I'm ready to find a family of my own.<br/>What I'm Looking For<br/>I'm looking for a family, some dog friends, a comfy couch, plenty of snacks, and humans who appreciate a girl with a big personality. If you're searching for a dog who is equal parts comedian, cuddle bug, athlete, best friend, and professional attention-seeker, I might be exactly who you're looking for.<br/>Just know that if you sit down, I fully intend to sit next to you. And if another dog gets there first...<br/>Well, let's just say I've had plenty of practice competing with Darla.<br/><br/>Agatha is spay, vaccinated and microchipped and being fostered in Scottsdale, AZ. Her adoption donation fee is $1100.00 you can apply at freedomfrenchierescue.org

Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty)
Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari
Hi, I'm Agatha I was found as a stray and FFR picked me up at AZ Humane.
I'm a 3-year-old exotic bully lowrider, which basically means I'm built like a tiny tank and somehow still capable of reaching speeds that should probably require a permit. People keep calling me Darla 2.0, and honestly, I understand the comparison. We both have confidence, charm, and a strong belief that we deserve to be adored at all times. The difference is there can only be one Darla, and there can only be one Agatha. Trust me—we've discussed it.
The Great Utah Competition
I currently live with Darla, and we're actually pretty good friends. By "good friends," I mean we spend a large portion of every day competing for Utah's attention. If Utah sits down, we're both there. If Utah walks into a room, we're both there. If Utah so much as glances in our direction, we're suddenly convinced we haven't received affection in years. It's a very serious competition a

Agatha (aka Aggie, aka Dusty)
Built Like a Meatball, Moves Like a Ferrari
Hi, I'm Agatha I was found as a stray and FFR picked me up at AZ Humane.
I'm a 3-year-old exotic bully lowrider, which basically means I'm built like a tiny tank and somehow still capable of reaching speeds that should probably require a permit. People keep calling me Darla 2.0, and honestly, I understand the comparison. We both have confidence, charm, and a strong belief that we deserve to be adored at all times. The difference is there can only be one Darla, and there can only be one Agatha. Trust me—we've discussed it.
The Great Utah Competition
I currently live with Darla, and we're actually pretty good friends. By "good friends," I mean we spend a large portion of every day competing for Utah's attention. If Utah sits down, we're both there. If Utah walks into a room, we're both there. If Utah so much as glances in our direction, we're suddenly convinced we haven't received affection in years. It's a very serious competition and we both take our responsibilities very seriously. Thankfully, Utah has enough love for everyone, even if Darla occasionally forgets that.
Bedtime According to Agatha
Every evening I have one simple and completely reasonable request: I get petted first. That's it. That's the rule. Once I receive the appropriate amount of attention, I happily settle down next to Harvey and Foster Dad and