Bruno Troubles

Hey friends.

It’s me again, Bruno. Feeling a bit sad today but I only have 43 days left to convince mom and dad I can explore on my own, and I can’t do that without your help! So even though I am so sad I could lay down in front of the wood stove and just sleep for hours and hours and hours until dinner time, I’m going to push through to get this piece published today.

Do you care why I am sad?

Well now I feel silly. You can’t answer me so I guess I have to answer for you…

“Why yes Bruno. We care so much about why you are sad! What’s wrong you handsome fella?”

Tee Hee. I may end up liking this writing thing after all!

So, yesterday I started off trying to introduce myself, and I had a really hard time putting all the words together and stuff, and I figured my mom would go ahead and edit it, make some changes, remove the stuff that makes me look bad, and basically redo it for me. I mean, I did my best, but it wasn’t ready to be published until she went through and cleaned it all up for me.

And did she?

No. She did NOT!

She just said “All done Bru?” then boop, hit publish, added a stupid picture (although I do look very cute so I am not mad about that part) and walked away.

SHE DIDN’T EVEN READ IT! Which of course means she left in all the stuff that makes me look stupid and sound dumb and when I asked her why she didn’t do the work she tried to tell me it was MY job and if I wanted to prove to them how responsible and capable I am then I had to act responsible and capable.

What does that even mean?

Well I had some big feelings about that so I made sure that when we went to bed that I peed on the bed inside my crate so she would have to get up and wash it before she could go to bed. Which would mean she and I would get some extra time one on one to snuggle and I could schmooz a little bit more and make some progress. But do you know what she did?

She threw my bed out and made me sleep on the plastic part of the crate with just a couple of blankets.

Can you even believe that? Who does she think she is? She said “Oh nooooo Bruno.” then took it outside and threw it away. How was I to know that the fabric was already ripped from when I gently dug at it with my teeth to rearrange it the way I want it? She should have told me that meant the pee would get onto the foam cushion and couldn’t be saved.

You know what’s worse? She went out and bought a new bed right? I mean as she should, but then she had the audacity to give that new bed to my stupid sister. I don’t care that she’s twelve years old and only has three legs. My bed was ruined so I should have gotten the new bed not April’s stupid hand me down bed. It smells like a girl and I don’t even like that.

So I guess it’s a good thing mom is too lazy to read my entries because she would not like Broodytoody (that’s what she calls me when I have what she calls “an attitude”) one bit. I guess this is kind of like a diary then. I get to say whatever I want to all 42 of my closest friends and she will never know!

Which… Can we talk about that actually?

Why does my Facebook page only have 42 friends? There is no way that’s enough people to help me convince mom and dad that enough people are looking out for me. That’s like the equivalent of how many dogs get adopted in a year at a small dog shelter for crying out loud. I have to do better than that!

So what can I do to get more people to like my facebook page? I promise to write to you everyday for the next 43 days but I need you to share this with at least 2 or 3 of your friends. I’ll have mom post the sad picture of me with this one so people feel bad for me. Just imagine some Sara Macglaughlin music playing in the background right? Poor Bruno. Pooorrr Poooor Bruno. Like, Share and Follow to make him happy! I could give away like free doggie kisses and stuff maybe? Just keep it PG over here ok? No Only Paws nonsense. It’s a family show boys and girls.

Family…

You know something crazy?

I have one of those. A family… a really great one too. How come I didn’t start with that? For an abandoned bad doggo like me, a family is a really really really big deal, and here I am going on about silly stuff. That’s pretty immature huh? Mom can be pretty smart sometimes. It looks like this writing thing may be helping me more than I expected. I have to think about this a bit more because there is so much I want to tell you about them. Not just about them though. About what they are doing. I am so focused on selfishly not wanting my routine to change that I never even sat back to think about why it’s changing. The short answer is mom and dad are going to build special cupboards to set up around the state and fill them with food for dogs whose owners are facing a rough patch and need some help. I know what it’s like to be thrown away, but it’s okay because I wasn’t loved before so I ended up in a much much better place. I can’t even imagine how it would feel if a mom and dad who love their pup had to make the decision to give them up because they couldn’t afford to feed them… Wow. That’s powerful stuff right there.

I’m gonna let you go for now because I have some thinking to do.

I hope your day is as amazing as you are.

Belly rubs and big stretches - Bruno