Letters to Lyla and Lottie

We have a new addition to our family. Brucie. He is a 7 month old English Bulldog. We adopted him three weeks ago from Todd's friend Jeremy. Jeremy bought the full bread (at the tune of $2200) but because he works a lot and because some of his roommates moved out, he decided it would be best for Brucie to go to another home. We had mentioned to Jeremy when we found out he got him that we love English Bulldogs and have always wanted one (at least since Rob & Big got Meaty) but could not afford one! So, Jeremy asked if we wanted to take him...for free! At first we said no (after all, we are living with my sister whose husband hates dogs), but when my family found out about it, they agreed to have partial custody of Bruce (Zach cares for him during the day) so that my sister and her husband would go for it. Luckily, Bruce had not been taken by someone else so when we went up for the BYU versus UNLV game, we ran up to Logan and picked him up! We have an open adoption with Jeremy-we send pictures frequently and Jeremy will come and visit when he can. The only stipulation of the adoption was that Bruce never wear BYU blue. Bruce bleeds Aggie blue.

Bruce has been a pretty easy dog. He caught right on to potty training (which I guess he struggled with before), has learned to fetch, comes to his name, and has lost 11 lbs since we got him! He was a bit overweight because he wasn't getting out much. The only real issue we have had is that Bruce is still a puppy-just a giant puppy. We thought Ty would bug him to death bc Ty is a meth abuser and Bruce seems lazy. That is DEFINITELY not the case. Bruce is hyperactive! He won't leave Ty alone! Ty will be sleeping and Bruce will jump on him and bite him until he gets up and runs around with him. There is also some serious sibling rivalry. We didn't anticipate that in the least. For now, the solution has been having Brucie spend more time at my moms. My siblings absolutely love Bruce and give him to attention he needs. I know when we have more time, we can teach them to love each other and not constantly fight (it is playful fighting but it gets old).

The weekend we got Bruce, I stayed home from the game to watch the crazy muts at the cabin. My friend Kay came and got us and took us to Kamas to play with her three dogs and one they were dog sitting. My was that an adventure. We took them up the Uintas and let them go wild. I was pretty impressed with Bruce's ability to keep up-minus getting his fat butt stuck in the cattle guard. Jenn drove up a little later and we had a great time chillaxin on the porch and watching the crazy dogs play. Thanks to the BAD anties (Jenn and Kay) we learned that Bruce loves beer-but that's a whole other story. Bruce really is a heart attack waiting to happen-good thing he's on a fitness regime.