I haven't spoken much of my beloved old Bruno. I believe he had some Border Collie in him somewhere. His dad was a Bearded Collie, but Bruno had none of his father's looks. His mother was a possible Sheltie mix with a few other things thrown in for good measure.
Anyway, a couple years ago at the age of 16, I was told that I had depression and severe anxiety. At that point, one thing that made me feel secure was to go out and lie on the trampoline at night with my then boyfriend, now fiance, and stare up at the Alabama night sky. While we were laying there, Bruno would lay under the trampoline and make sure I was ok. Any thing I would say, whether it be to him or my boyfriend, his ears would perk up, and he would listen. He seemed to know what I was going through.
Anway, I know this was a silly story, but I just wanted to share a small part of one of the thousands of things Bruno did to brighten my life. Be prepared to read many more!
Bruno met his fate while inside his humungous 4ft. chain link fence, on a long lead. He had to be on the lead because he had begun digging under the fence and we didn't want him getting out. Well, this night in particular, it was storming heavily, and lightning struck the pole that his lead was hooked to. This in turn killed my baby. He was 10 and lived a wonderul happy life.
I love you Bru-man!<<one of his goofy nicknames
Anyway, a couple years ago at the age of 16, I was told that I had depression and severe anxiety. At that point, one thing that made me feel secure was to go out and lie on the trampoline at night with my then boyfriend, now fiance, and stare up at the Alabama night sky. While we were laying there, Bruno would lay under the trampoline and make sure I was ok. Any thing I would say, whether it be to him or my boyfriend, his ears would perk up, and he would listen. He seemed to know what I was going through.
Anway, I know this was a silly story, but I just wanted to share a small part of one of the thousands of things Bruno did to brighten my life. Be prepared to read many more!
Bruno met his fate while inside his humungous 4ft. chain link fence, on a long lead. He had to be on the lead because he had begun digging under the fence and we didn't want him getting out. Well, this night in particular, it was storming heavily, and lightning struck the pole that his lead was hooked to. This in turn killed my baby. He was 10 and lived a wonderul happy life.
I love you Bru-man!<<one of his goofy nicknames