Jace

Hi, I’m Jace—a 5yearold white and brown bulldog mix, 55 pounds of pure snuggle-powered chaos. I’m basically a weighted blanket with legs. My hobbies include belly rubs, head scratches, and forcing myself into your lap even though I am absolutely not lap-sized. I don’t care. I will sit on you anyway.<br/><br/>I’m smart—like “I know sit, down, and leave it” smart. And I could learn more because I’m extremely motivated by snacks. You want me to do something? Present treat. I will comply.<br/><br/>My favorite toys?<br/>Kong stuffed with kibble or peanut butter (chef’s kiss), bones, stuffed animals, and anything I can fetch... although I don’t always return the ball. I believe in boundaries. And by boundaries, I mean I keep the ball now.<br/><br/>I’m potty trained, crate trained, and walk great on a leash. I’m also a certified goober who follows you around the house like your personal emotional support bulldog.<br/><br/>Now, let’s talk about my “quirks,” because apparently humans like full disclosure:<br/><br/>I am not good with dogs. Fear? Trauma? Who knows. I don’t like them.<br/><br/>I love cats, except if they come near my food. Then it’s “absolutely not.”<br/><br/>I was chained in a yard most of my life and starved, so yes, I guard my food. You would too.<br/><br/>One side of my face will never fill in due to an old injury, but don’t worry—I still look adorable.<br/><br/>I am neutered, vaccinated, and I’ve completed heartworm treatment like the champion I am.<br/><br/>And now for the big one:<br/>I am terrified of storms, guns, and fireworks. Absolutely not. Hard pass. Zero stars.<br/>When the sky starts yelling or humans start making loud boom noises, I need my airline crate—my safe little bunker. Put me in there, let me decompress, and I’ll ride out the apocalypse in comfort.<br/><br/>I’m currently in Hampton, VA, but I can be transported out of state for the right home. Transport fees may apply if volunteer transport isn’t available.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a loving, clingy, goofy, treat-motivated best friend who will sit directly on your internal organs to express affection—and who needs his emotional support crate during storms—I’m your guy.

Hi, I’m Jace—a 5yearold white and brown bulldog mix, 55 pounds of pure snuggle-powered chaos. I’m basically a weighted blanket with legs. My hobbies include belly rubs, head scratches, and forcing myself into your lap even though I am absolutely not lap-sized. I don’t care. I will sit on you anyway.

I’m smart—like “I know sit, down, and leave it” smart. And I could learn more because I’m extremely motivated by snacks. You want me to do something? Present treat. I will comply.

My favorite toys?
Kong stuffed with kibble or peanut butter (chef’s kiss), bones, stuffed animals, and anything I can fetch... although I don’t always return the ball. I believe in boundaries. And by boundaries, I mean I keep the ball now.

I’m potty trained, crate trained, and walk great on a leash. I’m also a certified goober who follows you around the house like your personal emotional support bulldog.

Now, let’s talk about my “quirks,” because apparently humans like full disclosure:

I am not good with

Hi, I’m Jace—a 5yearold white and brown bulldog mix, 55 pounds of pure snuggle-powered chaos. I’m basically a weighted blanket with legs. My hobbies include belly rubs, head scratches, and forcing myself into your lap even though I am absolutely not lap-sized. I don’t care. I will sit on you anyway.

I’m smart—like “I know sit, down, and leave it” smart. And I could learn more because I’m extremely motivated by snacks. You want me to do something? Present treat. I will comply.

My favorite toys?
Kong stuffed with kibble or peanut butter (chef’s kiss), bones, stuffed animals, and anything I can fetch... although I don’t always return the ball. I believe in boundaries. And by boundaries, I mean I keep the ball now.

I’m potty trained, crate trained, and walk great on a leash. I’m also a certified goober who follows you around the house like your personal emotional support bulldog.

Now, let’s talk about my “quirks,” because apparently humans like full disclosure:

I am not good with dogs. Fear? Trauma? Who knows. I don’t like them.

I love cats, except if they come near my food. Then it’s “absolutely not.”

I was chained in a yard most of my life and starved, so yes, I guard my food. You would too.

One side of my face will never fill in due to an old injury, but don’t worry—I still look adorable.

I am neutered, vaccinated, and I’ve completed