Already there have been adjustments to our household. First, I can already smell "dog" in the apartment. I am pretty sure this is due to all the dog food we inherited from his previous owner, but we'll have to figure out something there and include frequent vacuuming. Second, I spent a restless night worrying about the little guy! Was he alright in the kitchen? Would he realize he could sleep in his crate? Was he feeling abandoned? Third, C and I had an early morning so that we could get him out and walked before we left for work. This might turn out to be a good thing, however, as we might actually speak to each other in the morning, thus replacing the usual grunts.
We're still working on the training though. We want Bruno to be a good dog, one who doesn't scare visitors, make anyone uncomfortable, and is generally well-behaved. We want him to realize that we are the bosses. Hopefully this will all come with consistency and time. But now that we have him, I wonder what's the point in having kids?!