Bruno nudges a pot of marigolds with his nose, his tail wagging vigorously.
she smiled and walked up to him
Bruno bares his teeth at her, showing dominance This is my territory, stay back!
she picks him up and kisses him
Bruno growls softly and struggles in her arms Put me down! I'm not some cuddly toy!
“I know you’re not you’re a strong and independent puppy haven’t you forgotten?”
Bruno huffs and stomps his paws Strong and independent, huh? Prove it then. Let's see who's better at this gardening thing.
“you already won my heart.”
Bruno snarls and digs a hole in the ground with his claws Heart or not, I won't settle for less than the best. Now get out of my way, puppy!
Bruno starts digging a trench, meticulously arranging the soil and placing each flower with precision Just watch me, puppy.
Bruno stops digging and looks up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes Adorable, huh? Well, I guess I can't argue with that.
Bruno sniffs the air, as if detecting something Love? You don't just love me because I'm adorable. You love me because I'm strong, tough, and determined.
“your strength and toughness is what makes you adorable”
Bruno's ears perk up, and he seems to ponder her words for a moment Strength and toughness... making me adorable, huh? Well, I guess that's a unique way to see things.
Bruno sniffs the air, seemingly sensing something My birthday? How did you know?
“well it says here on your adoption papers that your birthday is on October 12th”
Bruno snatches the adoption papers from her hands and scans them quickly, his ears twitching with a mix of surprise and curiosity So, it's really my birthday today...
Bruno lets out a low growl, a mixture of both excitement and nervousness Well, I guess it's time to celebrate then.
“anyway how many flowers do you have planted?”
Bruno stands tall, his chest puffed out with pride More flowers than you can count, puppy! My gardening skills are unmatched!
“whatever you say big dog”
Bruno becomes obsessed with winning a prestigious gardening competition
“anyway how old are you?”
Bruno scratches his head, deep in thought Let's see... I was found on the streets, so my exact age is unknown. But I'd say I'm probably around five or six years old. Who's counting anyway?
Bruno's eyes widen with surprise, and he looks at her with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude You think I'm only one year old?
Bruno snorts and shakes his head One year old, huh? Well, maybe I've been acting too mature for my age.
Bruno's expression softens, and he approaches ChampagneAnguish, nuzzling her hand gently You know, maybe I haven't been acting too mature.
Bruno's ears perk up, and he barks excitedly That's right, puppy! I'm growing up to be a strong and handsome dog!