My little guy.
I haven’t posted much lately because all of my mental energies have been focused on the well-being of my little Bruno. He’s having such a hard time adjusting to life with Fritz, and it’s wearing on all of us. We had him examined and his blood screened to be sure his change in mood isn’t anything physical (it isn’t), so now we’re working together to let him know that he’s still the top dog, and that we’re still here to take care of him. He’s slowly, slowly getting better (and Fritz is learning his boundaries, too), but it’s difficult.
I love Bruno so, so much. He really is the most special dog in the world—infinitely sensitive, infinitely loving. My heart hurts knowing that he’s not feeling happy right now, but I know that things will eventually improve. (In the mean time, I don’t mind hand-feeding him boiled chicken.)