In a comment on a blog post, Andrew said that he was a fan of Bruno the Superdawg and hoped for more info. I might well do something on these lines on the final and eventual passing of the Superdawg, but in the meantime, I’d just like to say this:
Bruno is the product of indefinite and undefined breeding. He is, you might say, of mixed race, certainly mixed parentage and he is, quite obviously, quite brown, hence the name. His parents are unknown, absent and, probably almost feral. He started life with absolutely nothing at all. No hope and underfed. His fate, apparently sealed. He was, in fact, doomed. His only asset was his wagging tail and his temperament and these things saved his life.
Lets not put too fine a point on his lineage. He is a mongrel. A rescue dog. The pits. The bottom of the pile. The vet said we’d have “trouble” with him. But he was wrong.
He’s now thirteen years old and losing the ability to jump over stiles and fences with just the one mighty bound (he tends to hit a fence half way up and fall off). And he’s either ignoring me a bit more or his hearing is starting to fail a bit. He is, in fact,just like me, getting a bit old and decrepit. He failed to cross a cattle grid a few days ago, for the first time, holding up a painful paw for soothing afterwards….
And he’s not good in a group – he wants to be at the front and whinges and pulls…. which is why I hardly ever walk with him in a group.
But when there’s just me and him……