Bruno is bouncy, trouncy . . .

Five of us got together tonight to watch Home Alone.

Everyone brought something to share and everyone was forewarned that there was an overly exuberant puppy in the house.

I was picturing a roly poly puppy gamboling around the living room.

Bruno turned out to be a fourteen month old lab who leaped over the back of couches with a single bound, climbed over people without batting an eye and tore through the house like a tornado on speed. He did not, however, bother the food on the coffee table!

Until his owner attached him to his leash, which was attached to one part of a very heavy, very sturdy coffee table. He actually pulled the coffee table a few inches with him when he moved and then . . . well, it really wasn't his fault when he hooked one of the tv trays full of cookies and upended the whole thing.

But his soulful eyes and obvious desire to play and the most incredible joie de vivre I have ever experienced, made it impossible to be upset with him. He was trying, really trying, to be a good doggie and sit down. He just kept forgetting.

It was kind of like I imagine it might be spending the evening with Tigger. And we all know:

The wonderful thing about Tiggers

Is Tiggers are wonderful things!
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs!
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun