Welcome to The Boxer Dog Stories

Specs Dogs is a collection of boxer dog stories told from the eyes of Brix, the boxer dog. He is also known as the B-Stud. From these boxer stories, we learn of the joys and pains of puppy-hood to adult life. Along the way, boxer dog and owner learn to strengthen their human to canine bond thru training, playing and just being plain silly. Enjoy!

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Stud Turns Two

That Stud would be me and I'm turing 14 this Thursday.  I'm a teen now, with raging hormones.  I don't have to listen to Mom and Dad all the time now.  I bark when I want, lunge at people I don't like, fart in people faces when they get close.  I can make my own decisions in this doggy life of mine 'cause I'm a bad ass teen.  I told Mom and Dad I wanted a party, but they denied me.  I was pissed!  Mainly Dad denied me of my right because he didn't want to "deal" with the hassle.  To make it up, Dad said he'd take me to a boxer meet up downtown this weekend.  Hopefully I'll meet someone nice!  The B-Stud will keep everyone posted.


Two Labs Need a Home!


Subject: Seeking Home for 2 Family Dogs- Two gorgeous labs trained 
Cookie and Coco 
Contact: Katherine 

We are moving overseas in just 2 weeks. Unfortunately, I have still not been able to find a good home for Cookie and Coco . We ' re not able to take our beloved doggies with us and I ' ve been desperately trying to find a home for both of them ' together ' . They were raised together and pine without each other. The Lab rescue have already said that they would probably separate them, so this is my last resort. Recently I tried to take Coco out in my car alone and she TOTALLY refused to even get into the car without Cookie......!!!! She absolutely pulled back on her haunches until Cookie was by her side. 

Both doggies are in great health, have been spayed and have ID chips implanted under the skin. 

Cookie turned 3 December 10th and Coco turned 3 April 1st. Cookie is my mellow-yellow, and just loves her tummy rubbed. Coco is adorably funny and lives for her "ball." She also loves the water...... Cookie loves lots of attention. Both doggies are loyal and love to walk. They have been raised with my 3 kids running around all over the place, and have survived Sammy ' s constant hugging and love of ' dress-up ' , so they are fantastic family dogs.. This is by far one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make, but under the circumstances I have no choice. 

Please, please forward these pics to all your friends. I want to find a great home for these fabulous doggies. They are just adorable and it ' s heartbreaking to let them go. In a perfect world, I hope that we could find someone local so that we can still keep in touch and visit them. I pray that someone, somewhere can help us keep Cookie and Coco together, and love them just as much as we do. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 

Friday, September 25, 2009

Piss Poo Problem

See the pic above, ya, that's definitely not me.  That's my sister Shy.  She came to visit us yesterday. She's a min pin and I hate to admit it, but she's got a better nose than I ever will have.  Pieces of food in shoes and under hard to find places like our shoe rack, she'll find it.  Shes good at that but I'll tell you one thing she's not good at, knowing where to pee.

Getting In Trouble

Now that Shy is 5, we don't get to see her much anymore.  She moved out, wanted her independence, and started living on her own.  So I got real excited when she visited us.  Dad and Mom were excited too until something real bad happened.

Mom and Dad had gone upstairs and I was on the carpet, bathing in the sun by the window.  I was minding my business when....*sniff, sniff*.  "Hmmm.  I smell something weird,"  I thought.  I turned my head back.  Nothing out of the ordinary, so I continued to sun bathe.  I sniffed again.  "Damn, something is not right."  I got up and turned around.  "Where's Shy?" and just as I wondered I heard my sister's faint voice.

"Brix, don't tell Dad ok?"
"Don't tell Dad what?  And why are you hiding under the table?  I can barely see or hear you."
"Shut up!  Don't talk so loud.  Just don't tell Mom or Dad." Shy said under her breath.

Then I noticed it right in front of me, 6 feet from my paws. 

"Ohhhhh ....holy dog crap!  You are soooo in trouble!" I laughed.
"Brix you better not tell or I'll tell Mom about your one night stands at the daycare."  I quickly stopped laughing.
"Fine, But you're in some deep dog doo doo now.  I'm just going to look innocent as usual." 

Just then, I heard Dad walking down the stairs.  Things got quiet and then Dad entered the room I was in.

"Brix where's......WHAT DA F@#$!!!", Dad screamed.  I froze but smirked at the same time.
"SHY!!!!!!!!"  Dad stompped into the kitchen to find my sister hiding under the table.  Shy jumped out, tail tucked between her ass and ran like the wind! 
"5 years old and you still don't know where to pee and poo!?!?  We put the paper down and you still pee on the CARPET!"  Dad was fuming. I enjoyed every minute of it.

As I watched Dad trying to catch Shy, I looked at the puddle of pee on the white carpet.  It shone bright yellow in the sunlight, soaking into the carpet. To my right was Shy's poo, hard as rock and nearly a black colour.  Dad finally caught Shy and put her in my kennel, all the time grumbling and mummbling.   I had never seen Dad so angry.

"Dad why didn't you just put Shy away before you went upstairs."  I asked.  "You know she has a pee poo problem.  She can only pee and poo at her house."
"Don't get smart with me boy. Do you want me to put you in the kennel too?  This doesn't involve you so just sit pretty." 

I just kept my muzzle shut and watched Dad clean up the accident.  All the while, I said to myself, "good thing it wasn't me, cause my pee would have been 4 times more and my poo, well it's a nice soft kind".



Monday, September 21, 2009

Parrots meet Boxer Dog

Ok, by now everyone should know, I can't walk past another dog without being all up in their face.
"Hi! How's it going! I like your coat! Wanna play! My name is Brix! Can I HUMP you? Guess you didn't like that, GROOWWWLLL!"  What can I say?  You have to get past me, if you want to get to Mom and Dad.  Well today was interesting because I met a couple of friends but didn't get all up in their grill..


Mom and Dad almost always take me to do their errands.  Today was no different except we ended up at PJ's Pets.  I made a dash towards the door.

"Look at this guy.  He knows where we're going even though it's only our 2nd time here,"  Dad said to Mom..
"It's my 3rd time now Dad and I can smell the dog treats from here."  I replied.

I strutted my stuff when I made my entrance into the building.  I sniffed around and said hi to the ladies at the front.  They swooned.  I'm a celebrity when I walk into the place you know?

"He's so handsome," one of the ladies said and came to rub my chest.
"He's okay." Dad replied.

Ok!?!? Can you be less enthusiastic about me Dad?  We continued to the back.


There they were, all three of them.  Senegal Parrot, White Chested Amazon Parrot and Monk Parrot.  All were sitting or hanging upside down in their own cage.  I have never seen a parrot before.  They all were green in colour, moved in  such strange, jerking ways.  Their claws were tiny but sharp enough to break flesh.  They moved very fast and with great agility  I approached with caution.  Monk Parrot seemed very still so I greeted him first.

"Psssst!  Monk Parot.  Anybody home?" No response.  I got closer to his cage.
"Yo!  Mr. Monk Parrot.  Can you hear me?  I won't eat you, I promise."  Again no response.

He must have been in deep meditation.   So I went to visit Amazon Parrot.

"Amazon Parrot.  Are you really from the Amazon?" I asked.
"No kid, I'm from Amazon the website.  What do you think.  Of course I'm from the Amazon. Now scram!."

Guess no one gave him his crackers for breakfast.  I moved to see what Senegal Parrot was doing.  Before I even got close to him, he swooped down to greet me.

"Hey Boxer guy.  You have to help me"  I looked but said nothing. He continued to talk.
"Boxer guy.  Get me out of here.  Free me from my misery.  Just turn that latch there for me.  No ones has to know."

I got closer to him, until my muzzle was against his cage.  He climbed down, head first and then turned himself around.  He spoke again.

"Are you going to help me or not?"  I didn't not know what to say.  I just stood there like a statue, sniffing his cage.
"You're all the same.  Come watch me do my tricks, make kissy noises at me, poke your fingers thru the cage and then leave."  Senegal Parrot started to get grumpy.  He came even closer to me, his beak nearing my muzzle.  I started to jump up and down and into my play bow mode. 
Senegal parrot watched and then suddenly bonked my nose with his razor sharp beak..

"Owwww!  What was that for!"  I yelled at him.
" That's for being an idiot in the store.  Have a nice day."

Senegal Parrot 1, Brix 0.  Next time Senegal Parrot, next time....watch your tail, 'cause you never know who's watching.



Saturday, September 19, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Dogs Remember, One Year Later.

During the winter, Dad would let me play and run outside.  I loved the snow and I ate a lot of it.  So much so, my pee was clear liquid when it splashed onto the kitchen floor.  Ahh! What a relief, or so I thought.  Dad punished me even though we all know it was his fault.

I remember it clearly.  I'm sure most dog owners have wondered,  do dogs really remember?  Can dogs actually create memories?  Take it from me, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I know dogs can remember.

The day I graduated from my advanced course, I saw someone. I had not seen her for almost a year.  I knew that smell.  I knew her voice and her body shape.  Emotions quickly filled every inch of my body.  I started panting hard, my heart started to race.  My butt wiggled so hard it almost fell off.   Even though I had not seen her for a while, she will always have a special place in my heart.

"I know you." I said and I darted towards her,  jumping up onto her body. My tongue hung out almost touching the floor.

"Hi Brix! I miss you."  She didn't say it in those words, but her face told me so.
"Where have you been?" I asked.  "I miss the house and the big backyard!"

She didn't answer.  She was surprised to see me.  My eyes met hers and I hugged her with all my boxer strength.  I got up on my hind legs to meet her face so I could lick her over and over again.  She hugged me back too and stroked my head. 

"You didn't get too much bigger Brix."
"No, you know I had weight issues but I'm good now."
"Your head got bigger though."
"Yeah, because I got smarter.  I'm now the smartest of the dummies!"

When I was a small puppy, she took care of me, fed me, chased after me, and taught me about life as a dog.  I was raised by her and became a handsome young man.  The last time I saw her, I remember seeing tears in her eyes.  I didn't understand what was going on.  Before I knew it, I found myself in a new environment with so many new smells.  That night, I recall, was a stressful one.  I refused to eat my dog food. I wanted to know what was was going on.  I moved slowly and cautiously in my new surroundings.  My head hung low as I sat by the door, waiting.  I cried and whimpered all night until I couldn't take anymore and fell asleep.  Hoping to wake up from a bad dream, the next morning I found myself in the same place, with the same smells.  She was gone. 

"Where did she go?  Where am I?  Who are you?  Everything smells different"  I paced back and forth.
"Brix, it's ok.  I'm going to take care of you now.  Trust in me."  That was Dad speaking.      

"Am I in doggy heaven?  'Cause I kind of expected way more and way better than this."  I asked.
"No Brix, we adopted you and this is your new home and family pack."

That was about a year ago today.  A lot has changed in one year but much has also stayed the same.  One thing that hasn't changed is my love for my first family.  I will never forget the times we had.  I hope all is well.  Good luck because I hear your hands are full with "the ruler of mount olympus" (the 4 legged version).


Thursday, September 10, 2009

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Boxer Dog Camping with Chocolate Lab

I was pretty excited about long weekend.  Mom and Dad said camping would be relaxing and I'd meet new friends.  I'd never been camping before so I didn't know what to expect. All I remember was...

"C'mon you guys, it's 2pm already.  Let's go!"  Dad's face was full of frustration.
"Don't yell at me, I was ready since 1pm.  It's your brother who's not ready yet." Mom barked back defensively.
"Vince, you ready yet?"
"Yah man, cool your panties will you."  Uncle V snapped.

We drove to a place called Bass Lake Provincial Park.  Uncle V and Dad started setting up their tents.  Mom was setting up her laptop and I watched from my new cozy soft crate.

"You got to be f..ing kidding me.  My tent pole broke!"  Uncle V fumed.
"Jay, my computer won't start.  Come here.  It won't turn on." Mom tried pressing the button again.
"Can you NOT  see I'm busy putting up the tent," Dad yelled across the campsite.
"Why did you put the tent there.  Move it here where there's more room." Mom demanded.
"You told me here would be fine!" Dad fought back.

Gee, camp cranky was in the house that night.  I would say camping was almost as relaxing as the time I went to the VET for bloodwork.  As they fought I made myself useful by watching for any campsite intruders... barking to let them know who ran the streets of Bass Lake Provincial.  What I really wanted to see was if their were some fine female dogs you know what I mean?

The next day, I had two words, SAUSAGE fest.  Where did all the bitches go?  Are they too girlie for camping?  Didn't want to mess up their new do from the grooming spa?  Where were they?  It was worst than being in one of Dad's engineering classes.  All the dogs I met were males.  I only made one good friend, chocolate lab Hershey.

 "So where you from?" I asked.
"Brantford, home of the great, Wayne Gretzky.  How 'bout you?"
"Markham, home of the Chinese people?"

He was the best one from the bunch, never judged me, never growled at me.  I also met a whole bunch of others.  Sammy the yorkie, shih-tzu mix, he hated me and barked to let me know.  Then there was Jake, the black lab who I thought was a girl and got all excited only to sniff out sausage and things went back to normal.  Cash, the giant great dane.  I nearly wet my fur when I saw the size of this guy and I immediately sat without Dad telling me to.   I tried talking to him, but he didn't talk say much.  A friendly giant I guess.  There was one female, Zoe.  She was a hot doberman pinscher and my age too. I was so sure I would score until she said, "...you don't have a chance little boxer.  I got a stud already."  .

Just my luck again.

By the second day I wanted to go home already.  I missed home.  I wanted to be where "everybody knows...your name."  When we did get home.  I collapsed onto my bed and snored the whole night thru, dreaming of better things to come.


Friday, September 4, 2009

BOXERS are ugly dogs too...

B-Stud here again.

Most of us by now know the name Michael Bryant. No not Kobe Bryant, I'm talking about Michael Bryant, former Attorney General of Ontario. He's most famous now for being charged in the death of a cyclist here in Toronto.

You know what else he was most famous for, banning pit bulls in Ontario. I think I hear applause from the audience. The world is a much safer and better place now. Oh wait, my ears are better than many and they tell me it's just the crickets outside my window chirpping.

If you talk to Mom, she's pissed about the pit bull ban. She really likes them. I bet if Mom could talk to Mr. Bryant, she'd say...

"Men like you are a dangerous breed to society."  Maybe Mom would do one of her tae-kwondo kicks to his crotch. Naw, Mom's civilized.

Ok, now I'm sure Michael has done some good things in his career, but who cares?  We only remember the bad and want to squash him for it. You do 9 out of 10 things good, no one remembers, but they sure remember the one you screwed up on.  Like the time I stole salmon from the table.  Dad was pissed!

Fine, there are some bad dogs out there but don't blame the dog.  What about the owners?  Don't they have some responsibility here?   

So here are some of the statements he made in his quest to ban pit bulls.

"I am convinced that pit bulls are ticking time bombs. I am convinced that they are inherently dangerous animals." - Michael Bryant

"... experts in Canada or the studies and statistics in the United States which found that pit bulls, in study after study, make up about 1 to 3 percent of the dog population in any given area and pit bulls cause somewhere between 48 and 56 percent of the serious dog incidents ..." - Michael Bryant

"The bull terrier is not captured. It is not a pit bull. Boxers are ugly dogs too [laughter]. I boxed for years, so I can say that and I'm showing it right now. So no, Don Cherry's dog is safe [laughter]. Which means I am too [laughter]." - Michael Bryant

WTF.  Someone hold me back.  Dad, am I leashed 'cause did I hear that one right?  Ok Michael, you already have shamed the Pit Bull Breed, but don't you say sh*t about Boxers now.  "...Boxers are ugly dog s too..."   Are you kidding me?  This guy was the Attorney General of Otnario? 
Dad, where does this guy live?  I have a deposit I want to make, and I'm not talking about the money green kind.  I'm talking about a nice, wet, soft kind.  The kind that just stays there and seeps right in.  Maybe for added bonus,  I'll give him my special beam of liquid yellow laser, leg way up.

So I give you two paws up Michael Bryant, for a job well done.  If dogs like us had a ban for people like you, we would definitely have you wear a muzzle. Make sure it's tight.so we can't hear you when you say sh*t about boxers, pit bulls or any other breed or animal in this world. 

Next Top Kid Dog Trainer

See those two cuties in the video?  It's just another regular occurence of two girls fighting over my attention.  They're always competing, this time for the next top kid dog trainer.  But I'm still heartbroken over Hannah.

Tungsten, my best friend Canaan dog, called me up yesterday after reading my story yesterday.

"Yo dawg, it's Tungsten.  Long time no talk.  I've been working on my thesis. Dogs that eat their own feces have a higher risk of getting cancer. (And bad breathe) Wanna hear about it?"
"No (depressed).  I'm not smart like you Israeli dogs."
"C'mon, cheer up.  Still thinking of Hannah?  I wouldn't touch that bitch with a 10ft pole."
"I would."
"Dawg... she hangs around with fools now in the daycare.  What you need is a fine Husky like my baby girl Kona."
"Kona?  How da heck did you wit her?"
"You're not the only stud around here you know."

Lucky Tungsten.  Long weekend is here and "...I need girl to ride ride ride..."  Hopefully I meet some when we go camping.  So we'll be offline for 3 days.  New posts and pics to come soon..


Thursday, September 3, 2009

It Must Have Been Love...

I didn't study over the week. I partied, I drank, I slept. I goofed off like any of my teenaged boxeer friends would, and I was going to pay for it but I didn't care. That's right Dad, I said it, I d-o-n-t CARE!  I think Dad is pissed now. I'll go to my crate.

Wednesday was my exam. The pre-CGN exam if you will. If I passed this exam, I could go for the real CGN and possibly do therapy work. The test wasn't fair and I'll tell you why.

Remember Hannah, the black lab? Oh God, I'm so in love with her. (drooling at the mouth) How I want to sniff her butt again. We dated for a bit...fooled around...she would snuggle beside me in the daycare. One day I returned to the daycare after a 3 month absence to find her playing with .... another BOXER?!?! CLUTCH....arghhh! She dumped my brindle ass.

"What's going on Hannie? What's the meaning of this?" I asked her.
"...Sorry Brixy baby, you just took too long to come back. Besides, you thought I'd wait? Clutch makes me feel happy. Mmmm...look at those muscles on him...he's a real STUD."

Those were her last words and I haven't seen her now for 6 months. But it's all right, yeah, it's ok, you know....I've moved on like any stud would until yesterday.

"This part of the test requires your dog to be able to move past an unfamiliar dog in a calm manner," Ms. Glenny instructed. "Here is our strange dog"

From the corner of the building, there she was, Hannah, her black coat, gleaming in the sun. My heart stopped for a second. Damn, she looked good and she filled out, boy did she fill out. How did you expect me to pass this part?

Me and Dad approached her but I was so excited. I could smell her from where we were. My hormones were raging. I hope no one saw my hard on.

"Dad, let me go. Please! Let me off. I need to sniff her, I need to talk to her....I need her!"
"BRIX! Focus!"
"Hannah, hannie baby. I still love you...I never stopped."

I know she wanted me too. The way she was jumping towards me too. She wants me, I know it.

"She doesn't want you Brix. She jumped up 'cause you jumped up like a fool and she thought you were being a threat. Check the video replay"
"Shut up Dad. You think you know everything? You don't know love Dad."

To state the obvious I failed the test. Ms. Glenny said I improved but I wasn't listening. I would fail the test over and over again just to see Hannah. We ended the class with me receiving my certificate. We headed out to the parking lot but she was gone.

At home, I slipped into my bed, lying down and thinking about her. "I wonder if she'll call..." And then I fell asleep.

B-Stud. =(

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Everyone Hates a Backseat Driver

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B-Stud says: "...dis one hadz meh laffin'...but iz don do dat wen dad dwives..."

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Noz to Noz Sof Krate Review

Check it out.  That's me and my sister in our new crate!  Dad says I'm the luckiest dog ever.  I get new toys, my teeth get brushed, people pick up after my poo...and the list goes on.  This time it's a new crate.  You might not notice it but the crate is way too big for me.  It was the largest one and the last one.

This crate is the best and here's my review of the Noz to Noz Sof Krate.


1.   It has two door openings (front and side).  Both are of mesh type material and are zippered.
2.  The screen door can roll up and held in place by velcro.
3.  It's PORTABLE!  It folds up and can be carried easily.
4.  Lightweight design.
5.  The corners of the crate are reinforced with extra material.


1.  Not the best for aggressive dogs or ones that like to chew..
2.  Costly, but they all are.
3.  Although the box says for indoor/outdoor,  it's not suitable for the winter.

A full review will be completed after our camping trip!  More pics and vids to come!