I have been sorting through My Pictures and have just found a few pictures of our old Bull Terrier, Bronson.
Bronny Boy was the most gentle and loving dog.
All he wanted was a bowl of spaghetti or a hug. That's not too much to ask for.
Here he is in his jammies.
The poor old thing was very old when these pictures were taken, so we cut down an old jumper and he wore that most of the time.
He would occasionally escape out the front door if we left it open, and because of the crick in his neck, he would always keep turning right. We would find him in the panel beaters workshop around the corner, following the calls of "hello old boy, escape again, did we?"
Poor old thing. We miss him.
Si the DogBlogger