Bruno has such a hard life. Really. Don't buy that pitiful face for an instant. He's got beds all over the house - a giant memory foam beanbag in the living room, the three beanbags the kids use in the playroom (because he's a kid, too, right?), and the old crib mattress covered with plush sheets in "his room" under the stairs. And, clearly, he's allowed on the leather ottoman in front of the chair AND the microfiber ottoman in front of the couch. He's still not happy that he's not allowed on the actual couch, but he manages. He eats some dog food, but prefers the meat leftovers from the people. And he likes to walk, as long as it's early in the morning or late at night and the other dogs aren't too annoying. He also likes to be outside, but only if you're out there with him. Because, hello, he's not really a dog. He also likes to go for rides in the truck, where he can hang his head out the window and drool all over the seats. Good times. He may, perhaps, be a little bit spoiled.
