Bruno is Six!

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 Warm and cuddly, he is the definition of a living hug.
Like the cartoon Tasmanian Devil, he zoomies up and down the rug.
Giant and friendly, he is a real version of Snuffleupagus,
Even snuffling every inch of us.
An amazing actor he plays every death scene with such passion,
Making you think death and dying has come back into fashion.
So to our little horse puppy we do wish,
Happy Birthday of your year six.

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