LOUISIANA BAYOU BULLIES is providing a few select homes with loving
companionship and memories to last a lifetime.  Our Bullies are very loved and
we work extremely hard for them so, we want them to go to loving
pet/companion homes
..  If your main goal and desire is for a healthy, very well
behaved, extremely loving companion with a great champion bloodline, and a
beautiful appearance we are sure you won't be disappointed.  Parents are very
well cared for, both have championship bloodlines, healthy, spoiled, and
completely well socialized around "Pet Humans" of all ages.  Our bullies are
thick boned with large block heads, compact with heavy muscle, wide chested,
and heavily wrinkled.  Aside from their beautiful aesthetic appearances the
most desirable and treasured quality they possess are their adorable, loving,
clownish, and patient temperaments. Parents travel with us on most occasions
and are proven trustworthy around children and adults of all ages and are
highly intelligent.  La. Bayou Bullies does not rely on breeding as business
purposes nor do we allow any of our babies to be sold to puppy mills, resalers,
or to be used  for the purpose of breeding stock.  Loving and caring pet homes
are welcomed and in return you will receive affectionate companionship and
loyalty that only an English Bulldog can provide.  
Louisiana's FINEST

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Some of our reviews and references from past owners.    Many  contacts and references can and will
be provided.. Most of our new puppy owners are met in person or interviewed via phone.  All are
extremely pleased with their new Louisiana Bayou-Bully.  We have never had a disappointed owner of a
Louisiana Bayou-Bully.  We also give all of our new owners life-long support and advice.

Very Caring Breeder
Sonny has the biggest heart when it comes to her babies, We bought our puppy from her,his name is
Charlie(uno)& he was very special to her, she made sure we knew how to care for him,he had a long trip
to us, we live in Michigan, She worried about him, &he did great, he is a very loving & playful puppy.He
was cared for very much. I would recommend Sonny to any one that wants a great family dog. THANK
YOU SONNY. Lisa Nolan

Reviewer: Lisa, August 6, 2007
Excellent All-Around Breeder
I want everyone considering a new English Bulldog to keep Sonny in mind. She is truly passionate about
her "babies" and I think if she had the time to care for them, she would keep them all. Every part of my
buying experience from her was 1st class all the way. Constant emails and updated pictures, She drove
250 miles to meet me with my puppy. She gave expert advice before I even asked and gave all the
documentation in a very organized and professional manner. The puppy is in perfect health both
physically and mentally. My family and I are totally satisfied with our purchase and highly recommend
her to everyone considering a new member of the family. Sincerely, Pete Hutton

Reviewer: Pete, June 19, 2007

Best Bully Pups in La.!
Working with Sonny was amazing! Of course we are a bit biased because she gave us a wonderful
addition to our family. Sonny was great to work with from the start, sending us pictures of our puppy, as
well as keeping us updated on his growth, vet visits, and she gave us tons of helpful advice! We waited
quite some time to find a responsible breeder who would give us a happy and healthy bully, and we feel
that we found that in Sonny! Even our vet commented on what a healthy bully our pup is! Sonny truly
cares about each of her babies, and in the end, that's how we knew what a dedicated and loving
breeder she is. We will surely be visiting her again soon to give our little one a playmate!

Reviewer: Amber, July 21, 2008
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HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was
"bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I
believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments,never chided you about bad
decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I
was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and
gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their
worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories
about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.

I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow
pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your
son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and
about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew
about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had
changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious
to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come,but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down
her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked
into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I
wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my
"How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American &
Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that
animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.
Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet.

Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.