Bruce's Bloopers.

Yesterday, I found Bruce in my bathroom twice, with another broken lamp and trash everywhere. I find it odd that he was able to reach these things since I left them in my sink with keeping them away from him in mind. He even reached his box of treats, and ate them ALL. Both times I caught him in the act, he gave me that sweet charming face of his, which did not keep him from trouble. Bruce is the funniest when you mention getting a newspaper. He tucks his tail and runs to hide under the closest object he can find, and once he receives his spanking, again, there's that charming sweet face. 

A day or so ago, while at the lake house, Bruce had gas. RAUNCHY gas. Every time he would pass it, he'd sniff and look around with a "Who did it?" expression. We couldn't help but laugh at him. He was also rather funny when getting off of the couch. Instead of jumping off like he normally does, he chose to slide off, front paws first, leaving his back ones to look helpless. You would have had to have been there.

Morgan recently bought a little Maltese in which she named Rigby. Bruce took one look at him, and Rigby growled and barked. FAIL. Keep in mind, Rigby is like 5 pounds and that's all he'll ever be. Bruce is 30 and growing. 

So Bruce is still making me laugh.

Recently, Sheri bought him a Batman ID tag, in which we have not been able to find. I think it fits him rather well.