Instead of giving a bunch of boring facts, I'll tell you the story of how I got my dog. It's kinda heart-warming, and more interesting anyway.
I've always wanted an American Bulldog, and finally found a breeder in my area with some puppies on the way. So, I had things lined up to buy a female puppy from that litter.
My significant other at the time had a "better" idea (as they often do). She was going to school to be a Vet Tech at the time, and was staunchly opposed to buying animals from breeders, and insisted I should adopt instead.
We've had several rescue dogs in my family, and I was all for the idea in theory. Finding a female American Bulldog puppy up for adoption, though, is a lot like finding hen's teeth. You'll usually have better luck finding bigfoot having tea with the Easter Bunny.
After some negotiation/nagging, I agreed that IF she could find a female American Bulldog puppy (or even an AB mix), that I would adopt instead of buying from the breeder. I had been watching Petfinder for months, so I was sure her search would come up empty as well.
Of course, I was wrong. The VERY next day, a listing came up. The only "but" being that it was in Michigan. But I am a man of my word, so I talked my brother-in-law pilot to fly me over to pick up the dog from BFE, Michigan. (I should mention that I'm NOT a fan of flying, especially in small planes, and even more especially in small, single-engine planes).
We flew over, and got to the "shelter", which was an old-school, jail-for-dogs complete with inmate caretakers and metal bars. The guy in charge looked like a long-retired jailer.
So, I told him I was there to pick up my dog, and he told me that they didn't have any female bulldog puppies, that the "girls" who post the listings must have screwed up. But, he thought he knew which dog they were talking about, and asking if I wanted to see it anyway.
Not one to go all that way for nothing, I said "sure", and braced for the worst. One of the inmates bought out a bounding little black and white puppy who was wagging his tail so hard he could hardly walk straight. I could tell that it definitely wasn't an American Bulldog, but it resembles one. I figured there was some pitbull, some rottweiler, and a good dose of God-only-knows in there.
There was no way I could leave that dog in that mini-prison, so I agreed to take it. It wasn't what I had envisioned, extactly, but it was so friendly and sweet, that I walked away happy.
Back at the "airport", we were waiting for the plane to be refueled, and were playing with the puppy in the lawn. Up until that point, we had assumed the listing at least had the gender correct, buuuut, once the puppy jumped up to catch a frisbee, it was very obvious that it was NOT a female.
I figured "screw it". We had already bonded, and he wasn't going back. So, I set out of Michigan to pick up a female American Bulldog puppy, and came home with a male, who-knows-what mutt. Today, I wouldn't trade him for 100 bulldogs. "Mans best friend" barely scratches the surface.
When it came time to pick a name, I remembered a joke my mom used to try to tell us as kids (I say "try", because she's terrible at telling jokes, and could never make it to the punchline). In the joke, there's a mongrel mutt named Fido, but who spells his name P-h-y-d-e-a-u-x to seem more respectable. I decided that that was the PERFECT name for my mutt. The best part is watching the receptionists at the vets office see his name and try to pronounce it ;-)