A Friendly Warning

If you're doing holiday shopping this week, Bruno wants to be careful. There a lot of crazy shoppers and it's a jungle out there!

It's All About YOU!

"Hey, where is everyone?"asks Bruno.

"Hello? Anyone here want to play?"

"Anyone up for a game a hop-scotch?
Hello?
Bueller?"

Um, did you forget that this month is all about you Bruno? There is no one else but you.

"Oh yeah! That's right!
There was a poll and I won!"

"Oh yeeeeeeeah. . .
Life is good!"

"It's all about *me*!"

Just A Freakishly Large Taste

I thought I would give the readers a taste of what it's like hiking with Bruno. He's a barrel of fun. Unlike someone we know (::cough cough VINNIE cough cough::), he's completely uninterested in wild life caca. All he cares about is trekking.

"Let's go!!"

Occasionally he'll start to get a tad bit obsessive about finding a stick t0 chase, but mainly he's all about just trekking forward.

"Holy cow!
Will you quit bumping
your gums and get going!!"

He gets really impatient with you if he feels you are moving too slow. He waits in the middle of the road for you with this fake smile, as if saying "You move like a slug!"

"A slug is too fast
compared to how you move!"

But see, the hilarious part is that he tires out really quickly. In about 45 minutes, he starts to sneak off for some rest breaks. I find it hilarious because we've been hiking some serious trails once a week now for quite a while. It's not like this is his first hike.

The other comical aspect of this is that it's not as if we wouldn't notice that his big ol' butt is suddenly not standing in the middle of the trail waiting for us.

"I'm not resting!
I'm, um, checking the ground
for wildlife caca for Vinnie!"

He thinks he's real slick, doesn't he?

"I told you I'm NOT resting!
I'm checking out the local
wild flowers now."

Yeah, see, I'd almost believe you if it wasn't for the fact that you're laying down in the middle of WEEDS.


We tend to aim to hike in areas near rivers or streams so that his big butt can cool off quickly.

"Ahhhhh! My tootsies were burning!"

The water seems to recharge him. . .

"Let's go!!"

And we then go back to our ritual: him taking off and waiting for us impatiently in the middle of the road. Only to sneak off 45 minutes later.

"What can I say?
My union contract says
I'm entitled to frequent breaks
and I'm gonna take 'em!"

I Have An Alibi!

"Help...me...I...can't...move..."

"I swear to God on my father's life
(even though I never knew my father), that I found him this way.
I never did anything that would cause him paralysis for telling me about my spay surgery. Honest."

A Year Ago: Them's Fighting Words!

Muscle Man

"So I like totally joined this awesome new gym
and have been hitting the weights.
I've been working my pecs and deltoids out mainly.
Aren't they raging?!"

Bouncing Back Bruno

Bruno is doing well today. The anesthesia has completely left his system and he's back to to his normal self.

Especially his eyes....which is a relief. The anesthesia for some reason made his eyes completely dilated and it was sort of creepy to look at his eyes. He looked like he either smoked some very special herb or was high on an acid trip.

Now I am engaged in a constant battle to keep his sock on. I really don't want to have to subject him to an Elizabethan Collar, but if he continues to rip the sock off and lick his stitches, then I will.




I realized that the news of Bruno's tumor was not explained very well by me. During one of Ryan's and Bruno's famous wrestling sessions, Ryan discovered a lump on Bruno's left forearm. When it comes to lumps and bumps, I don't mess around; I quickly made a vet appointment and we were seen the next day.

My vet said it could be a type of tumor that bully breeds (and especially predominantally white dogs) often develop and most often from exposure to the sun. The vet did not like the location, feel and size of the lump and recommended excising it right away. Due to the vascular and muscular structure of the forearm, it was possible that as the lump grew bigger, it could possible develop into the muscle and have its own set of vascular connections constructed by Bruno's body. The tumor was quickly lasered off and sent to be biopsied.


It is in times like these that I love my vet.

It is in times like these that I hate waiting.

Hopefully, the results of the biopsy will come back quickly and I can finally exhale.

If there's ever a lesson I have learned from this, it is that I will give all of The Mafiosos a daily rundown with my hands all over their bodies. This way, I will be ahead of the lump game!

Bruno will also most likely have to wear sunblock from now on. He has to protect his sensitive pink skin. ;-)




Alright, enough technical stuff...onto the fun part. :-)

Even though the rule is no dogs allowed on the couch, today I made an exception. I could not say no to his pitiful face.





Ryan also shared a waffle with Bruno this morning. Bruno is now exclaiming "But I had a tumor and could have died...and will die if I don't have [insert item wanted here]!!"

Enjoy it while you can B-Man!





Thank you to everyone who has sent their prayers, good thoughts and juju our way. I know I've asked a lot from every one first with Blue and now with Bruno. I appreciate every thought and tear sent our way. Opening my inbox to see numerous emails wishing Bruno the best has helped me tremendously to keep staying positive. Thank you!

Busted Bruno

Hey, dude...you're busted! No jolly balls in the house. The last time you brought that ball inside, we had an incident with you knocking stuff over. Remember?

"We did? I don't remember."

'Need some help?" asks Carmela.
"Let me handle The Meathead."


"What exactly are you doing to do, little one?" asks Bruno.
"You can't exactly make me do anything!"

"LISTEN TO MA AND TAKE THE BALL OUTSIDE, NOW!
I SAID NOW YOU BIG HEADED FREAK!!!!"

"Oh dear, God!" exclaims Bruno.
" Make her stop!!!!"