Bruce

Earlier this year our neighbors bought a puppy. His name is Bruce Wayne. Or just Bruce for short. Owen is in *love* with this dog. And in all reality, Bruce is just as much in love with Owen. They have a special friendship. Both of them always get really excited to see each other. For a long time after Owen learned his name, whenever he would see a dog he would call it Bruce. In fact, one time I was leaving my friend Bridget's house and saying goodbye to her. Owen walked down her porch steps, ran down the driveway and across a busy street. By the time I caught up to him (I had to actually wait for traffic to cross the street) he was running toward a dog that was viciously barking, saying, "Bruce! Bruce!" I almost had a heart attack! Not only did he get lucky in not getting hit while running across a street, he was also running toward a very unfriendly dog that was clearly NOT Bruce.

Anyway, as I was saying, Owen loves Bruce. Whenever we walk downstairs, he looks for Bruce to pop his head out between the blinds. Owen will giggle and say, "Hi Bruce!" It's really cute. Bruce's owner, Ashton, (among the other family members who take him out sometimes) are always really good to let Owen hang out and play with him for a while. I've been meaning to get some pictures of them together, and finally did the other day.

Owen loves to find things to "feed" him - rocks, sticks, etc. He also likes to throw the junk that falls from our trees on poor Bruce. 

He's also pretty obsessed about holding Bruce's leash. Ashton is super quick with the reflexes and makes sure Owen doesn't get dragged around by Bruce. ;)

And here is Owen attempting to pull Bruce to him...

Bruce didn't listen.

They are so cute together it almost makes me contemplate getting a dog. Then I remember how much work they are and think...maybe not. We'll see. Maybe a dog or pet will be in our future one day.