06/20/2025
UPDATE: Let's cool the negative comments. Ain't nobody have time for that. ;)
The 3-3-3 rule is real. Let’s lead with empathy, not judgment.
Brontë wasn’t ready for a busy social life—and that’s okay. The adopter tried. He got a night out of the shelter. That matters.
Not every mismatch is a failure. Some dogs act totally different in a home than they do here. It’s not always someone’s fault.
Encourage learning. Ditch the finger pointing. That’s how we get better—for the dogs and the people.
𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
“I wasn’t being difficult. I was just overwhelmed. It happens.”
Yes, I was adopted. And yes—I was returned.
Not because I did anything terrible. Just because I wasn’t ready to be the guest of honor at a social marathon.
Q: What happened?
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄: My adopter was kind and meant well. But I’d barely unpacked before I was being introduced to neighbors, houseguests, and at least one toddler named Brayleigh.
I didn’t bite anyone—I just gave off some “please no” energy. And that energy was taken seriously.
Q: So... just a mismatch?
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄: Totally. Nice home, wrong pace. I need time to settle. I’m not a plug-and-play dog—I’m more “let’s hang out quietly for a few days and then maybe I’ll share a secret.”
Q: What kind of home are you hoping for now?
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄: Low drama. Low traffic. Patient people who understand that trust takes time. I prefer female dogs, appreciate routine, and do best in a home where I can decompress at my own speed.
Q: Are you still a good boy?
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄: The best. I’m housebroken, dog-friendly, polite, and emotionally complex in a way that makes you feel like you’re in an indie film. I won’t perform for strangers—but once I’m yours, I’m yours for life.
Q: Final thoughts?
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄: I’m not high-maintenance. I’m just particular.
Let’s try this again—with fewer introductions and more understanding.
📲 bchsohio.org/adoption-application
