School's Out For Suuuummmmmerrrrr!

We're fortunate to live near a school yard and summer break is still in progress. This means we can take The Mafiosos out to romp in the large fields more often. Which means I see more ridiculous Mafioso spats.

"What the heck are those two
knuckleheads running towards?" asks Carmela.

"Hey, buttface!" screams Gino.
"Slow your freakishly large head down!
What the hell got into you??"






"I GOTTA GO!
I SEE A..."





"BALL!"






"My ball! My beautiful ball!
It's all mine!"






"MA! Bruno took off and found a ball,
which he then popped!
And then he...oh.
You already knew? Darn.
Alright, I'll find something else to tattle on him about!

St. Bruno

Poor Bruno. I really should start the application for his Sainthood.




He puts up with these tiny dogs with the patience of a saint. Lately, Carmela's been doing drive-by attacks on his FLH. She will run full speed towards him while he's laying on the floor. At the last second, she'll stand up using her back legs and use her front paws to slap his face.

Bruno is very confused by her actions. For starters, he doesn't even see her coming. She's like this fawn little blur, operating at turbo boost mode. Then, Bruno's unsure of what to make of her actions. Is she playing? Is she giving him a death threat?

"WHAP!"

Additionally, his poor jowls have been paying the price for no reason. They must taste like chicken.

No American Bulldogs were hurt in this photo.
Only one black Pug by a woman with a camera...

So readers, I'll let you decide. How many cookies should Bruno earn for putting up with this crap? ;-)

Air Control!

"Don't even think about, Meathead!" threatens Gino.

"You don't have clearance!
STOP IT!" shouts Gino.




"Ma!!!!!
Bruno's flying without
permission again!" tattle tales Gino.