Meet A Beautiful Dog That Sometimes Gets Into Mischief

Bruno Has Big Thoughts On Life To Share!

Bruno enjoying the outdoor life!

Background

Karen referred to her beautiful dog, Bruno, as a “loveable problem child right now.”

I could understand why!

Bruno had been sprayed by a skunk more than once and quilled by a porcupine. On top of that, he didn’t get on with a visiting dog and so finds himself locked in the garage when the other dog arrives. Bruno is now sporting a GPS collar to prevent his wandering spirit taking flight.

Karen feels he’s not coping with being ostracized while being so stinky, his territorial behaviour is challenging and he’s been cranky with the sheep!

His sunny disposition is hiding. While Karen laments she is not used to a dog that gets himself into so much trouble, she observes he is beautiful inside and out. Apparently Bruno is SO good natured!

Bruno

Homeward bound. I wish I was homeward bound. Home where my thought’s escaping, home where my love lies waiting silently for me.

I heard that song once. It is a song of longing and regret. A song of sadness and even confusion.

Why would I mention it, you ask? Because I feel a little displaced lately. I’m not used to being discarded. Cast aside just because I smell a little and got myself skunked. Karen should know better than to ostracize me like that.

I’m hurt and pouting. I’m disappointed that there are conditions on my acceptance even though I acknowledge I do smell pretty bad.

All week all I can do is pace and worry, be deceived by the notion that I am acceptable just the way I am. I will not be disregarded and pushed around, especially not by the sheep who think they don’t have to include me or even listen to me.

I’m tempted to bite them although I thought better of it. Karen thinks they’re precious and I would likely come off the wrong end of that!!

Betsy, Brenda and Gertrude I call them. Of course, it’s not their real names but it’s fun to tease their waddling behinds.

Oh, the collar. The collar. The darn collar. I saw it coming. I honestly did. There was a time when I got away with being foot loose and free but it was too good to last. Am I sad about it stopping me wandering? Not really. It was fun while it lasted but I have a good home and need to respect my boundaries. I can accept that for sure.

It’s been a long time since I had some good treats. Karen used to buy me juicy bones and give me one quite regularly. Maybe I shouldn’t have buried them in her garden. She stopped buying them for me, I think because of that.

I am destined for boredom. I don’t really have much else to say.

I will be skunked again, most likely, there’s a pesky little guy living out behind the shed. He gets up my nose with his cheekiness. I can’t resist giving him the once over.

I think I should avoid those quills again though. I am not likely to get into that mischief again. Although one can never say never, that’s for sure.

Dog friends? No, not my thing. Dogs are so in your face and needy. Not for me. I’m a lone wolf! (He thinks that’s funny). I’ll put a young thing in its place and teach it who’s boss man.

Speaking of which, I shouldn’t be so mistreated. Why not put the whipper snapper in the garage? Totally erodes my authority to have this indignity shoved upon me.

You would howl too. Honestly, not fair at all.

That’s all I have to say about that. What’s done is done. No recourse on that one.

Could I have a blanket if there’s a next time. I’d probably tear it to shreds but at least I would be entertained. (He also thinks that’s funny).

Yes, it’s all enough for now. I think I’m in the good books again. I feel contentment in my heart. Time to sleep off the big day I’ve had.

Thanks for stopping by.

Bruno, very happy to be welcome inside again!

Feedback on the reading

Karen commented that it was very sad that Bruno has been “reeeeeeeaaally needy this week!!! Like, wants to be in the house all the time, has no zip in him.”

He’s still stinky, but Karen’s been letting him in the house and suffering through it. It’s still not pleasant.

Karen bought some bones at the butcher for him today. “Maybe I’ll be in his good books again,” she jokes.

I asked Karen why she had stopped buying bones in the first place. Was Bruno spot on or just being over sensitive about the matter?

“Oh I just forgot to get them,” she explained, “plus, he has a sensitive tummy and it was not pleasant to have him in the house!”

I’ve asked for any updates. Who doesn’t want to know about sweet Bruno?