Even if they don’t always choose the best times to visit, it’s always pleasant when a dog does so.
One woman recently received a surprise when her doorbell rang at four in the morning and she saw a very special visitor.
An American bully named Bruce rang her doorbell late one night, and the doorbell camera caught it all in a now-viral video posted on TikTok by user @omg_its_char. The homeowner’s neighbor’s dog is named Bruce.
The pet seems to be eager to be let inside and has demonstrated outstanding usage of the doorbell by even bopping his head at the chime. Bruce barks a second later, seemingly to announce, “Hey, I’m out here!”
Check out the video below:
The homeowner welcomed Bruce in for a visit, and although not everyone enjoys hearing the doorbell ring at this early hour, the dog settled in.
She posted an update saying, “This wasn’t the first time he stopped by to say hello. I got out of bed and let him inside.” “He used one of my cat’s toys to help himself while he had the zoomies for almost ten minutes before deciding to settle down on my couch.”
Bruce was allowed to spend the night with her after she called the dog’s owners and they didn’t respond. The following morning, the dog was picked up by the neighbors.
With over 24.6 million views in just two days, the video has gone viral. Many others said that if Bruce rang their bell, they would allow him in as well.
One response says, “That would be the only welcomed guest in my house.”
Another remark reads, “Oh my gosh, if you don’t let him in right now, I’m coming over immediately and keeping him.”
Another person wrote, “He wanted to have a sleep over.”
What a funny video and what a smart dog! Would you please let this cute puppy come visit you inside? If so, please tell your friends about this story.
MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME I’M MAKING A FOOL OF MYSELF AFTER I SENT HER A PHOTO OF ME IN A WEDDING SUIT
The crisp white of the wedding suit stared back at him from the full-length mirror, a stark contrast to the weathered lines etched on his face. Arnold, at 75, felt a flutter of nervous excitement, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in decades. He smoothed down the lapels, a wide grin spreading across his face. Helen, his Helen, had said yes.
He couldn’t wait to share the news with his daughter, Emily. He snapped a quick photo, a proud, beaming smile plastered across his face, and sent it to her with a simple message: “Guess who’s getting married!”
He waited, his heart pounding with anticipation. The phone buzzed, and he eagerly opened the message. But the words that appeared on the screen were like a slap in the face.
“Dad, you’re making a fool of yourself. You’re too old to play dress-up and pretend you’re a groom. At your age, it’s pathetic. And what ‘LOVE’ could you possibly have at 75?!”
The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy. Had he really become a pathetic old man, clinging to a childish dream?
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, the wedding suit suddenly feeling like a heavy, suffocating weight. He remembered the first time he had met Helen, her warm smile, her gentle touch. They had met in the nursing home, two lonely souls finding solace in each other’s company.
Helen had brought a spark back into his life, a warmth he thought he had lost forever. She had listened to his stories, shared her own, and made him feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in years. He had fallen in love, a deep, abiding love that defied age and circumstance.
He looked at the photo of himself, the beaming smile now a ghostly reminder of his shattered joy. Was he really being ridiculous? Was he making a fool of himself?
He thought of Helen, her eyes filled with love and laughter, her hand warm in his. He thought of the joy they shared, the quiet moments of companionship, the feeling of being truly alive again.
He picked up the phone, his fingers trembling, and dialed Emily’s number.
“Emily,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, “I understand you’re concerned. But Helen makes me happy. She makes me feel alive again. And I’m not going to apologize for finding love at this stage of my life.”
“Dad, you don’t understand,” Emily pleaded. “People will talk. They’ll laugh at you.”
“Let them,” Arnold replied, his voice gaining strength. “I’m not living my life for them. I’m living it for myself, for Helen.”
“But Dad—”
“No, Emily,” Arnold interrupted. “This is my decision. I’m going to marry Helen. And I hope, one day, you’ll understand.”
He hung up the phone, a sense of resolve settling over him. He wouldn’t let anyone, not even his own daughter, steal his happiness.
He walked to the mirror, his gaze meeting his own. He looked at the lines on his face, the silver in his hair, and he saw not a pathetic old man, but a man who had found love, a man who had the courage to embrace it.
He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. He would marry Helen. They would build a life together, filled with love and laughter, defying the expectations of others, proving that love, like life, has no age limit.
The wedding was small, intimate, filled with the warmth of genuine affection. Helen, radiant in her simple white dress, stood beside him, her hand clasped in his. They exchanged vows, their voices filled with love and promise.
As they walked down the aisle, hand in hand, Arnold felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years. He had chosen love, chosen happiness, and he had chosen himself. And that, he knew, was the greatest gift of all.
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