A Dogs Perspective: My Bucket List Day. Leroy Brown

Leroy Brown the best bullmastiff ever

My other momma JoJo took me for my for X-rays today (I love the vet especially Duncan ,and they all just give me so many hugs and licks of love WOW! (I don’t even mind staying there for a while) my health news doesn’t look fantastic. My family has to see Duncan tomorrow, they are all a little scared. I can see it in their eyes BUT there is always hope. I need a specialist but a lady who owns GlamInc stole R 140 000 from my JoJo so Im hoping we can go!

I think JoJo adores me

I just don’t know if I’m ready to leave them yet although I am pretty sore and not feeling great; I think will tell them when I want to go to my forever home, I know they won’t let me suffer. 

this is my family

I know I still have so many reasons to stay here and teach them lessons so I really want to get better. They need to know more about unconditional love and living each day to the fullest, about protecting the people you adore and of course loyalty. I just love them so much, especially my orginal mom. She visits everyday and I get so excited; I wait on the patio for her and my tail starts wagging on its own when I hear her car! Then I give her kisses and thats my day made. 

After the vet today,  when my JoJo mom fetched me (I could see she had been crying and it made my heart sore). To cheer us both up we went on the best adventure ever. Can you believe I have never seen the beach? I live in Cape Town, mom hello?

Heaven on Earth

So off we went with loads of treats, a squeezy bottle of water as I get so thirsty lately ,and even though I am a little dumb – I can drink out of it. My JoJo was so proud! That made me happy. Except I hate pics and she just thinks I am so handsome she wants more and more and more, I guess they will be good for memories when I’m gone. Videos though? Are a no no – not because of me I am handsome, but JoJo sounds like Daisy Duck when she talks, so excuse her in these and hey, I still adore her and her voice.  

She started to smile, we put on some music and went to the beach and guess what? I put my paws in the ocean! 

WOW I know that there will be so many beaches and oceans in my forever home. They are Heaven on earth!

I eventually couldn’t help myself. I forgot I was sore. And I ran and played in the sand and dragged my freezing cold other momma right into the waves! I loved it we got sopping wet, full of sand and had the best time! 

I even drank some water, ate loads of treats (LOADS) and then we came home to the place where I will always leave a piece of my heart, and my other adoptive mom/aunt and real mom were there! What a treat, I got so much love. 

Im really pooped now, lying next to my momma JoJo as she works. I always need to protect my family, its what I came to do; that and to love them. That’s why I just love being close to each of them; even when my jojo is dressed a bit strangely in gowns and scarves in fact her whole wardrobe in Winter – I guess thats why she isn’t married (IG lies she doesn’t always look glam).

This adoptive mom loves me so much she makes sure I am warm in my blankie. See I taught her that we have to help and love each other every chance we get.  

She keeps looking at me and smiling and I know she can see in my eyes, I am smiling back. 

Later when I go to my room to sleep,  it’s so comforting to know that she will bring me water every two hours and let me out to pee  – I hope other dogs have family like mine. I think they think I am really special and I guess God made me oh so special just for them.

Night guys, 

Please keep me in your prayers. Let me know if my ‘Dogs Purpose’ is finished here or else pray that I don’t hurt anymore so I can stay just a little longer and teach little more love.

Licks of love 

Leroy Brown 

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