my name is Stanley Rivera

Hello, my name is Stanley Rivera.

My master gave me a Spanish last name because people found me in the Bronx, New York, while I was wandering on the street. I had no idea how did I get there, I only remember very little things about my childhood, I know I hated orange cone which they put it on the street during road work area, I would chase that cone, bite on that cone and shake that cone until I have no energy left.

I was on the "to kill" list at the Bronx, but the people at the animal shelter put me on a test, they play video of fierce looking dogs barking and jumping at me, my reaction was to hide behind the volunteer's leg during the whole testing period. Then they decided I should not be "killed", they think I have a mellow heart.

They are very correct, I might look strong and big, but my heart is like a toddler. I enjoy to play, run on the lawn and chase birds. My favourite food is romaine lettuce and broccoli forest, every time my master throw me a piece of lettuce from the big cold box it just make me so happy. My teeth are all filed down so I don't like to chew on meat at all. My master said perhaps I was a bait dog, bait dog means they use me to train another fighting dogs, to ignite their fighting spirit to a certain extend that I might be killed and I would not have equal power to fight back because my teeth were all filed down. I do not understand why was I chosen to be a bait dog, but I was lucky that I was transferred from the Bronx to Connecticut's animal shelter to wait for adoption.

I guess my look is too scary, people do not want to understand me deeper. I was following the chairwoman of the shelter for 2 years, stay at her office while she goes to work everyday, had to stay by myself over the weekends or holidays. Luckily, one day I saw my master speaking to the chairwoman, then he took me into his SUV with the crate, I started living in his house from then on, it has been almost 4 years now.

My master got 3 daughters and 2 of them have dogs too, there was this tiny chiwahwah always pick on me, she bit me on the nose all the time, out of reflects I shook my head that time, and she was on the wall! Good news was she did not get hurt, the next day she was trying to bite on my nose again!

I think I am a lucky dog, someone rescued me and gave me another chance to live a life that I dreamed of. My master said I am a pure breed, well I do not know how to pronounce that name, something like British Bulldog Terrior ...... not so sure hey who cares.