Hello

Hello. My name is Bruiser. I weigh 65 pounds, which means I have past the point for which Daddy-O Kahl can say to Mommy- O Kahl that I am a medium sized dog. I like everyone, except for that woman who feeds me, walks me, buys me toys. She makes me laugh when she chases me shouting gibberish while I have a snack of shoe or kitchen towel so she IS good entertainment. I love to dig the brand new sod, the reaction I get is awesome. If I am digging really well that lady comes out shaking a chip bag at me. Weird but I do stop I love Lays plain potato chips. The problem is I usually only get 1 and I am usually eating it in jail. Jail is where I spend a lot of time. It's never long, but it is frequent. Jail time for digging. Jail time for jumping. Jail time for my shoe (especially Havianas from Brazil- YUM-O) addiction. Jail for my towel and underwear addiction. But the joke is on them because JAIL is really the mud room where I sit by the air vent dreaming of my next steal. I have to admit, I am good at finding things I shouldn't have. I have a feeling an intervention is coming. I keep hearing that someone is coming to help Mommy-O I can't wait to be perfect when they are here.
Oh and by the way, I know that voice of Daddy-O screaming "Drop It!" IS NOT THE REAL THING. I would SEE him if he were here. Nice try though.
Bruiser