Hello, friends. It is I, Bruce. In case you’ve forgotten who that is, I’m the big black labrador who lives with Kate and Tom. I like SWIMMING, POTATOES, STICKS and BALLS, and enjoy living here among the woods and hills, where on my long daily WALKS with my humans, I am sometimes lucky enough to find a GLOVE or SHOE.
Until 18 months ago life here with just the three of us had its own rhythms. Things were settled, routine, predictable – exactly the way I like it. But then Kate and Tom went out for the day, and later came back with BOB.
To say I was surprised by the appearance of this strange fourth member of our household would be an understatement. Kate and Tom then surprised me further with the news that not only was BOB here to stay, but he was in fact, some sort of great great nephew of mine! Now, I have no idea how my humans were fooled into seeing some sort of family resemblance . . .
Because I knew immediately that BOB was from another planet.
My general approach to life is detached. Philosophical. Reflective. I would say BOB’s is the opposite.
The other major difference between myself and BOB is that while I enjoy finding, retrieving, and prizing many kinds of different objects, I rarely feel compelled to chew them up and consume them.
In the Book of Bruce, the months after BOBs arrival are recorded simply as the CHEWING TIMES. During the CHEWING TIMES, BOB pursued his dastardly project to chew up and eat our home while the rest of us were continually engaged in trying to stop him doing so. Yet, despite our combined best efforts, BOB chewed up and ate a pair of curtains. He ate a map and an interesting book about American artist, Andrew Wyeth. He tried to eat a tent. When a large pebble failed to respond to BOB’s dogged attempts to chew it, he swallowed it up whole instead. This last was the cause of considerable household agitation, but though the pebble remained elusive during an emergency operation at the VET (O place of despised horrors!) it emerged naturally from BOB under its own steam a few days later and all was well. On another occasion the mysterious absence of my RED ROPE was explained, when after the now familiar visit to the VET, BOB obligingly regurgitated pieces of what had been one of my favourite objects. Thanks, BOB.
Most notable during the CHEWING TIMES was the incident now referred to as THE GREAT ESCAPE. Guided by aesthetics, and a mistaken complacency where BOB’s remarkable chewing abilities were concerned, Kate purchased a large and attractive canvas crate in which BOB could be contained. Each night, under cover of darkness, BOB began to chew his way through the crate’s rather substantial padded floor, hiding his efforts at dawn with careful placement of the unchewable rubber toys with which he was permitted to share his space. I’m told that, in a manner similar to the activities of the prisoners of war depicted in the film of the same name, BOB disguised and disposed of the collateral of his tunneling endeavours by depositing it outside during his daily exercise. Imagine Kate and Tom’s surprise when, one night, BOB finally accomplished his GREAT ESCAPE, emerged from the crate, and was discovered roaming happily through the house in the early hours, chewing, wild and free! I did try to warn Kate that that crate was clearly no match for BOB, but alas, my prescient canine wisdom fell on deaf human ears.
All of us thought the CHEWING TIMES would never end, but then, somehow they did. BOB stopped chewing and all was well! Life assumed new rhythms, and went on! So now I have a rambunctious companion who likes to join me bounding through the undergrowth
. . . walking on the beach with Kate
and attacking gigantic flying tyres when they try to kidnap Tom.
It seems you can get used to anything.
See you soon, love Bruce xx
You’re one of a kind, Bruce – and so is Bob – just unbeatable!
I just had to share your funny story with relatives, who have also two of your hilarious kind.
LikeLike
Haha, this post made my day! Love it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bruce, I’m so glad to hear from you! Sounds like life with Bob has been challenging, but that you have been a good boy the whole time. Which does not surprise me at all.
I’m glad that Bob has settled down and is now a good companion. Sometimes we all need a change to keep us on our toes. Kisses to you and to Bob!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh Bruce, so good to hear from you! Your travails with Bob reminded me of my dear, long departed lab/german shepherd mix, whose own Chewing Times coincided with Christmas. Letās just say it was a good thing we had hung all the wooden ornaments on the lower tree branches (being concerned about the other little teether in the house, my newly crawling baby brother). Even all these years later, the sole surviving ornament within the two-foot-high swath of branches the puppy could reach remains a family favorite and is hung reverently in a place of honor, tooth-marks and all. Thinking about these things now makes me smile, so thank you for that!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Dear Bruce,
Hi! My name is Tiggy I am an English Springer Spaniel living in America. Itās hard to open your heart and home to a new member. But if you can find a way to open your heart The rewards can be wonderful and bountiful. The more people or dogs you let in the more love you get! As my Mom always says to me āsharing is caringā. Last night my Mom and her friend Amanda made plans to adopted each otherās pets if they pass in the pandemic. I was quite happy because Izzy , and Oliver are already like my brother and sister. We have taken walks and had sleepovers for years. Izzy is a Lab mix and Oliver a Cocker Spaniel. I get it you want your folks to yourself but ; trust me More is even better! Oliver and Izzy are fun to hang out with and better than being left home alone. Take the leap of faith Bruce!
Love,
Tiggy
LikeLiked by 2 people
Bruce says: Tiggy, you are a very wise dog. I trust your words!
LikeLike
Hi Bruce! You have gotten so big. You are very handsome. Razz would love to be your friend. He is happy that I am home with him a lot, but I think he would like a buddy to snooze with.
Thank you for the visit; it made our day!
LikeLiked by 2 people
great to see Bruce again!
LikeLiked by 1 person
So nice to see Bruce again!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bruce, your stories about Bob are hilarious and priceless!! Iām so happy to hear that he has grown out of his āchew-em-upā stage!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Bruce, I sympathise. We have one just like Bob, his name is Nugget. So far he has consumed most of the skirting boards in the lounge room, along with a good bit of the leather lounge. He got into real trouble when he tried to eat Jasmines security blanket . Yet you know he is actually very loveable and has the makings of a very good dog. ( He is a Puggle- Pug/ Beagle) Hang in there mate, this too shall pass.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Good to hear your side of the story Bruce. Keep up the good work!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Bruce: no one could EVER FORGET you!!! and i am so happy that you are back at the keyboard, finally, as i have often felt that you might just surpass all the humans in your life with your writing skills. They are simply outstanding!!!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, Bruce, so nice to hear from you! Glad you have emerged from the trying Chewing Times with Bob and found companionship. Don’t wait so long to drop a line again if it’s possible. Lots of love to all of you from Connecticut.
LikeLiked by 2 people
ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
LikeLiked by 1 person
Priceless…….what a hoot. Those Labs are stellar at chewing!! great post and FUN. OK, not for the humans but…….
LikeLiked by 2 people
A very very long time ago, I felt the same way about a human puppy by the name of DAN, my younger brother. Now I cannot imagine my life without him.:)
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh what a joy!!!Bruce, the long suffering hero of the hour!
LikeLike
Hi my name is Bea And my humans say that short for Mis-Beahaving I prefer to think itās short for Bea-Utiful. Iām only 8 months old and a Blue Heeler. Iāve been reprimanded for digging-vegetable garden, electrical work-shed, plumbing-irrigation system, harassing next doors cattle, echidnas, kangaroos, magpies-basically anything that moves which is a problem with wheels. Anyway love to hear about your daily life and Bobs tricks. Woof woof from Bea. Ps my favourite TV show is Bluey. Check it out, youāll love it.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, what a lovely, funny and uplifting post! Thank you! :-)
LikeLiked by 2 people
Well done….Fantastic read to start the day, thank you Bruce! The āBook of Bruceā ….sounds like a good idea!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Delightful to wake up and read about Bruce and Bob. A beautiful pair of canine companions and protectors of your family. šš
LikeLiked by 2 people
Finally! This is the update I’ve been waiting for – thank you, Bruce! Hope you’ve made it through the worst, and very glad to hear you’ve got a companion to bound with. Hope your adventures together continue for many a day, and that we’ll hear more about them here soon. :)
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, BRUCE, you are a delight and by far my favorite storyteller in the world.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Truly delightful story
Thank you for sharing
š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bruce, so good to hear from you. It has been a while and, I just assumed that you were too busy trying to rein in Bob and the antics of a puppy. It is no easy task to explain to a newbie that there are rules which should not be broken. I can only hope that your humans have appreciated all of your efforts in bringing Bob into the realm of liveable creature who is fit to join your lovely family. I am hoping that an extra potato or two found their way into your bowl as a thank you. Please be assured that all of your human readers enjoy hearing from you and truly appreciate your efforts to keep the highlands safe for all!!
LikeLiked by 3 people
This was the best this morning. Bruce waxes eloquently donāt you agree?
Sent from my iPhone
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw Bruce! You and Bob are a true tonic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is brilliant so enjoyable. Thank you Bruce.
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a lovely post with great photos. The antics of Bob and the struggles for Bruce just made me smile today when I needed it. Such beautiful adorable dogs. Best wishes to all x
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you for sharing your journey with Bob. I have a feeling you adore Bob now. Take care of your parents in these times of uncertainty. Here In the great Northwest of the United States, tragedy after tragedy continues to hit especially New York. Here in a Portland, Oregon our numbers are minimal compared to the rest of the country. We are a big dog community and everyone is getting their healthy walk in daily. My husband and I walk up the beautiful Stearns canyon and visited our international rose garden. Rhodies are in bloom, the forest floor is painted with lovely trillium and the hellebores are everywhere. I have my knitting and waiting patiently for my big package from your mum. I ordered the beautiful colorful hap that will keep me going through this tragic time. Take care Bruce and keep on romping with Bob.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh Bruce! It so VERY good to hear your voice again, even though some of your news is of hard times past. I’m happy that BOB has come to the end of his Chewing Times and sorry that he ate your belongings with such blithe disregard. I hope you can teach him Best Practices going forward!
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a fun post Bruce! You made me grin and laugh out loud. And such fantastic photos! You are such a handsome, patient and good boy to put up with all of that Bob nonsense. Keep up the good work of being your humans’ companion and having adventures.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, these photos are wonderful! Bruce, you and Bob are so handsome!
I remember the Chewing Times well with my parent’s black lab, named Lady. I still lived with them and she had a particular preference for chewing my shoes… but only ever the left one. I lost many a beautiful pair of irreplaceable wedges to that dog (but for some reason, I still loved her). Most notably, on her first crate-free alone time, she chewed (but thankfully did not swallow), the television remote.
She’s gone now, and still very much missed. But she had a long and happy life of the most spoiled good girl who ever lived.
LikeLiked by 2 people
You are now in my “morning reading” . Love it. I feel obliged to tell you that I am Scottish from head to toe! But have lived in Quebec, Canada for over forty years. I often look longingly of photos of Kate walking on the beach, and I think, Iād love to join her. I’m also a “great knitter” as my Gran would have said…looking forward to tomorrow
Elaine Kidd
P.S. have Bluebells on the needles right now
LikeLiked by 2 people
Our Bob, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, is too busy herding uncooperative cats to chew anything but his rubber bone. Our previous dog, Lily, a Bernese Mountain dog, knocked into our Christmas tree and ate multiple glass ornaments that dislodged. She suffered no ill effects!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, Bruce, this simply made my day! Thank you so much.
LikeLiked by 2 people
So Good! Smiling and laughing from Portland – thank you!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Hi Bruce. Piper here. Iām a mutt – part Westie, Yorkie, Shitzu, and Bichon. I was a great chewer like Bob – my favourite chews were underwear and socks. I liked smelly things. Iāve outgrown those, but still enjoy a game of tug-a-war and love to chase squirrels. My two legged master Neil moved out of his Mumās house and took me with him. She says she doesnāt miss Neil, but misses me terribly – so I go and visit her every weekend. Thank you for your story Bruce – it made Mum laugh.
Piper
Calgary, Canada
LikeLiked by 2 people
I loved your telling of Bruce and Bob. I have an 11 year old Jack Russell Terrier names Birdie. We have talked about a puppy, but she has so far, refused to consider it. I started reading your blog years ago when I heard of your stroke, Kate. I, too, am a survivor of a stroke. I’m lucky only to have some balance issues. I am also an avid knitter. Stay safe and healthy – four of you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for such a lovely post – and to all the lovely comments as well.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank-you, a story from Bob was just what I needed this morning šš¤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aww, what a fun look into Bruce’s life. :)
I’ve been following your blog for ages and ages and here and there knit a pattern of yours, etc. Since the pandemic overtook my life and that of my friends and family in the US and elsewhere, I feel KDD posts have become a habitual and inspiring part of my day.
As someone who is high risk and turning 40 in a month, your words and photos are a calming pause to an otherwise anxiety-ridden storm; your patterns and yarns continue to be a daily reminder of the power of creativity and color.
Thank you and I hope you and yours stay safe and well.
Malvina
Baltimore, MD, USA
LikeLiked by 2 people
Bruce! My schmacko’s loving friend. So good to hear and see you again. I thought you would like to know about Troi, my original schmako eater’s chewing times. She ate the wall of a cottage, it was a very old cottage and had horse hair mixed plaster over the stones/rocks in the wall. She ate one shoe in a pair, and ate the plastic measuring jug. She also like to nick cash money and hide it under the bed in her cave. When we moved out of the cottage there was Ā£70 in her stash. Enough to pay for schmakos for a while.
Sadly she is not here any more, but memories of her are. Thank you for reminding me how wonderful Labradors are even during the chewing times.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Ah Bruce I’ve missed your posts …. just brilliant! :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, BRUCE, your post was an absolute delight and made my mom laugh and smile! I came to live with my mom and dad when I was 5, so they missed my CHEWING TIME, and now Iām really quite a fastidious little girl, except when it comes to deer poop which is the dog version of caviar, in case youāve never tried it. Very yummy! Personally, I love big dogs and wish my neighbors LOUIE and EDDIE still lived next door. Looks like you and BOB have a great life now that youāve whipped him into shape. Cheers!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Kate, Tom, Bruce and Bob – I am truly humbled by your positivity and generosity. Thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Bob! I had a German shepherd named Hector…sweet…did not chew on things, even had a stuffed animal he slept with,never chewed on it…got a call from my husband when I was at work…told me Sorry to call you at work but I don’ t want you to kill the dog…What? I had been spinning a beautiful white yarn out of silk and Merino…was preparing to weave a wedding shawl for a dear friend. Had just finished all the yarn & had it in skeins waiting to dress the loom…well Hector ate one entire skein! I told my husband get him to the vet right now! Oh no….don’t worry…it is coming out just fine….you may have to wash it first…it is a bit brown. Ordered more roving from work…thank heavens Hector was OK…I learned a good lesson…dogs are always puppies
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hector! The horror!
LikeLike
Oh Bruce! Our favorite scripture was āAnd it came to pass…ā. Sasha was much like Bob. My rocking chair will never be the same. Her favorite things, however, were what we called sock-cicles. Yes, she sucked on socks. āTill they went all the way through. Though she lived to be 10, she never stopped sucking on socks. We miss her terribly. I love the photo of you looking at Bob. Thank you for sharing.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Dear Bruce, Your story gives us hope!! Our four-month-old wild Willa–a Shetland Sheepdog–is still in the CHEWING TIMES. Bless you!
LikeLiked by 2 people
This was hilarious and delightfulāthanks for the Sunday morning read!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Bruce! I read it as I lie here in bed this morning with our own black lab, Lulu. It was comforting to read as we face uncertain times here in Alabama and the rest of the world. Go give your humans a nudge. You know how comforted they feel when they touch you.
LikeLiked by 2 people
GORGEOUS! Made me remember happy times with my own dear dogs…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hilarious! Thanks for the laugh and please say thanks to your humans for the great photos of you both
LikeLiked by 2 people
Bruce, you are a patient and kind boy x
LikeLiked by 2 people
Hi Bruce,
Finn here. That very same gigantic Castle Lachlan tyre tried to kidnap my mistress. Luckily like you and Bob I was on hand to save the day. What would these humans do without us!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Wonderful. Bruce you are seriously handsome! Bob isnāt bad either.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Bruce! How I have missed you. Puppies can be difficult to live with. That is why they are so cute…so we forgive them and don’t chuck them out.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Well if that didn’t cheer up everybody’s Sunday morning, Bruce, I don’t know what it takes!
I had a labrador in times gone by, who chewed nothing but who peed lakes in the kitchen every night. When she died, I replaced her with a pocket version, a smooth haired dachshund , like the one in the ads, and she doesn’t pee, but at age 11 chews everything in sight still, especially when she’s alone in the house. Which she’s not much at the moment, so that’s alright.
You are both very handsome indeed, you make me hanker after a juvenile chewer again… oh well.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks for the visit from Bruce. He’s one of my favorite bloggers and this one is the best so far. What a patient and sweet boy you are, Bruce. Also thanks for the pictures, which are great as usual.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks for this, especially for the last sentence! ššš
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a lovely story. Thank you so much!
I read it to our two little toads who pretended to be shocked
Susan
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have really missed Bruceās ruminations!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such handsome boys. Bruce sounds and looks so much like our dearly departed Ted. He raised and trained three puppies who mostly liked to chew on Ted.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I remember chewing times with our lab when we had him as a puppy in our first house. He chewed through the carpet, chairs, table legs and even the wall in the living room. As we only lived in that house for less than 12 months we became good at diy quickly. His chewing days did calm down too and instead he became very good at crashing into people on walks. He had similar reaction to Bruce when our Spaniel entered the house. Cuddles to Bruce and Bob and thanks for making me want another lab.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks so much, Bruce, for the wonderful read and beautiful photographs! Delightful!
LikeLiked by 2 people
You have handsome boys. Bruce looks so much like our dearly departed Ted and it sounds as if they had similar temperaments. Ted patiently raised three puppies through their chewing stage even though all three mostly wanted to chew Ted.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, Bruce. I’m glad your companion has settled down a bit.
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a lovely treat for a Sunday morning! Our sadly now gone puppy ate our pine floors – twenty years on, the toothmarks are her permanent memorial. Thank you to Bruce, who seems to have inherited his skills as an author from his human parents!
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a delight to imagine as we shelter-in-place. Thanks
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aha Bruce. So life is returning to normal for you. We had a marmalade cat, Orlando, who swallowed a threaded sewing needle! Fortunately I saw him do it. He had a very nasty trip to your aptly named ā O place of despised horrorsā it was also, from the human point of view, very expensive. Stay happy. Sarah
LikeLiked by 2 people
My Rosie also swallowed a threaded sewing needle. I first learned this when I saw her trying to disengage something from her backside. I caught her and pulled what turned out to be a thread attached to a needle. It appeared to have not hurt her but passed on through. She is nine years old now
LikeLiked by 1 person
Amazing! Orlando was operated on and the needle and thread returned to me!
LikeLike
š this must be what was going through our spaniel Sookieās mind when our lab pup Mici joined us and ate everything!!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you so much!
Kisses to Bruce AND Bob!
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a joy to read this as we are in the midst of our own chewing times with our newest addition, Obie (Oberon), who is simultaneously and mystifying and entrancing our two-year old, very mellow labradoodle, Puck. Obie is Puck’s little sister from a later litter, but of very different disposition. I hope all of us survive. Truly, given their personalities, their names should be reversed.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Bruce says: good luck, Puck! This too shall pass.
LikeLiked by 1 person