This is Bruce at around 6 weeks old on his first day home from the RSPCA. Its also the first time he met his Grandad Smith (pictured).

Bruce was lived till 16 years old, which is really quite old in dog years.

He was a very gentle dog with bundles of character and loved lying in his favourite spot in the conservatory.

Here, pictured again in his favourite spot he would look out at the garden and keep a lookout for people coming home, squirrels or pussycats.

This is pussycat Sue, all Bruce wanted to do was have a sniff and she's strut up and down taunting him. The second he got too close she'd give him a swipe with her paw, she's evil!

After a hard day watching the garden he'd have a nap or two

Bruce loved to be outside in the garden.

Rolling around with his toys or chew stick on a sunny day.

This is him panting.

Bruce loved food and loved meatys. This is him coveting some Hammy Meatys.

This is him coveting Fish & Chips . . .

. . . and a malteser

He loved going out in the snow . . .

. . . as long as someone dried his paws when he got home.

He wasn't too keen on dressing up. Really wasn't keen at all on this Santa hat.

Especially wasn't keen on his Rudolf ears . . .

. . . but he loved Christmas and loved opening his pressies.

Bruce has been gone over a year now and we still think of him often and now you know a bit more about him too.