Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!

The poll has closed and the tribe has spoken:

Bruno is the winner!

But, as with any contest, there is always a loser. In this case, a very sore loser.

"Hmph! I demand a recount!"

Sorry, Carmela! That's what the readers decided. Maybe you'll win next time?

"Whatever!
I hope the readers like pictures that look like this . . .

"Because that's what you end up with
when your head is too big
to fit into the camera frame!"

Carmela, be nice. Take your loss gracefully.

"But how can the readers want to see more FLH?!
It's unheard of!
Look, his paw barely fits in the frame! It's disgusting!
I, however, fit perfectly in the frame. . ."

"She's right, Ma.
My FLH is never gonna fit in the frame. . ."

What?! Oh, Bruno! The readers want you! We'll make it work! Now stand up and lemme take your picture. I'll show you that it's possible!

"Should I say 'Cheese' ?"

"HA HA!
See, I told you!
His head didn't fit in the frame!
Look, I'm standing up and
I still fit in the frame!"

Ok, that's enough Carmela. The readers wanted Bruno and so the readers shall get Bruno. I'll just have to change lenses to accommodate Bruno's, um, larger magnitude.


See, totally possible!

"WHATEVER!
Hope you manage to show the 'magnitude' of
your FLH, Bruno!"






"Sniff, sniff.
The poll was rigged.
I just know it was!"





Readers, enjoy an entire month of Bruno! I hope I don't disappoint.

And don't worry about Carmela. She'll get over it soon enough.