My Middle-Aged Boy

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Bruno is 9 years old today — 54 in midsized-dog years — older than anyone else in the house and getting bossier by the day. I always mark his birthday with a blogpost so, hallelujah, my “latest” post is no longer about Christmas trees from 2012! 😀

Our treat for him (and his sidekick Jigsy) was a long car ride to Whole Pet Kitchen, the first dog cafe here in Manila. It’s a lovely place with real good, real food for dogs and their humans.

Now don’t be fooled by Bruno’s docile demeanor in that photo. Today of all days, Bruno decided that he would bring out his built-in amplifier and BARK in full dachshund decibels at everyone entering the store, including WPK’s own staff! How mortifying is that? Thank goodness, WPK’s staff are a patient bunch and the store ‘mascot’, a friendly golden retriever named Jack, wasn’t in. I wanted to meet him but Bruno would have run amok if he’d been there.

The dogs loved the doggie dish called Jack’s Lasagna.


Moments after I snapped that photo, Bruno took a huge chunk, plopped it on the white (!) sofa, and lapped it up till no morsel was left. He’s not exactly schooled in the art of table dining but I think he’s old enough to clean up after himself. 🙂