Rotten Teeth

Folks, how many of you hate the dentist? Luckily I haven't been to a dentist but Mom and Dad think they have a degree in dog dentistry.

This week they decided my top front teeth needed some cleaning. Problem is, I have an underbite, like all boxers do and they are hidden behind the bottom ones.

"Jay, have you seen Brix's top teeth. They are gross. They look rotten." Mom said.
"No they are not. " Dad replied.
"Look at them. There's brown crap around the teeth and ...eeew...looks like there are hairs between his teeth!"

So Mom and Dad brought out the green toothbrush. It was a two person process. Dad had to lie me on my side, practically sit on me and open my mouth while Mom did the brushing. Do not try this at home. Dad got me to open my mouth while Mom brushed the front.

"Ooooowwww!" I shook hard. My front teeth bled from the first brush. I guess they are in bad shape.

"Hold him down Jay." Mom directed.
"Babe, I think we should stop. It's too much for him. His gums are bleeding."
"No, his teeth are rotten. Do you want his teeth to fall out. Then hold him down."

Wonder who wears the pants in their relationship? Dad continued to pin me down. I struggled, jerked around, tried chewing the toothbrush to pieces but I was trapped. When it was done, I gave a big shake 'cause it was stressful.

Dad said if I didn't continue brushing, it could lead to other serious diseases, not to mention, breaking the bank. Well hopefully my pearly whites won't fall out 'cause I don't think they make dog dentures.

This week is another class at the Campus. Can't want to see the others....will have updates soon.

B-Stud.

Brix getting his Masters

Folks, good news. We have internet now! Unfortunately, it was short lived as we found out the line got cut because of construction outside. But we are online again.

"So how's Brix?", Mrs. Glenny asked.
"Oh, he's a great dog but......he's just terrible with other dogs. He goes nuts for them!", Dad complained.
"Yeah, that's a common complaint of Boxer owners."
"Really? I mean, he's a little better when he sees the smaller ones, but if it's a black lab, forget about it."
"Why don't you join our Advanced in the Park class?", Mrs. Glenny offered.
"Oh no Mrs. Glenny, I couldn't".
"Sure you can, we have one spot left. C'mon."

And that's how it all started. I was enjoying my summer vacation, eat shit sleep, when Dad just had to talk to the head instructor. Now it's like I'm going for my Masters, Masters of the Delinquents!

Basically Dad is asking me to be a "gentlemen" and more civilized when I see new dogs. Dad I'm almost 14 now, I'm not a little puppy anymore. You treat me like I can't do anything! Always telling me what to eat, telling me when to sit and when to wait. I hate him. I get no freedom. When I'm 18, I'm moving out!

God... and now he has me in a class with 5 others dogs. You know what we did? We did focusing exercises, walking, and stays. C'mon, I could do those in my sleep with or without dogs. And you know what the worst part of it is, no hot bitches! Again! Arffff. Despite this, I still behaved for Dad and made him look like an angel.

"Brix is doing so well and he's so calm." Those were Mrs. Glenny's exact words.

Sheesh. I make my Dad look so damn good.

Well it's late now but stay tuned for more updates. Ladies, I'm single and on the market. Smell you later.

B-Stud.

B-Stud still alive!

Let me guess, you guys thought I died of anorexia after I continued to lose weight.  Or did you think I became a hermit after not seeing any blogs for over 2 months.  Maybe you thought I was in the hospital, with the grim diagnosis of cancer?  Blame it on DAD!  The cheapo couldn't afford internet so I couldn't write any blogs!

But today, we went to the Parcon pack and I snuck in some internet time.  I never stopped thinking of my fans.  So for my fans, here's a long waited update with my life.

1.  We moved into our house.  It's cool 'cause now I get to protect it.  "Who's house is it...it's B's house!"

2.  Still no girlfriend.  Can't score with the bitches in our hood.  They're  too old and I'm no MILF.

3.  Lots of people I don't like in our area.  Rotti on 52.  You're a punk, you know I can take you on any day.  Ya you keep on walking.  Labs 1,2....n, this is my hood.  Don't let me catch you walking on my turf.   Mattamy guys in orange, I respect that you built our house, but that's about it.

4.  I'm getting heavier.  I'm at about 55lbs now and I'm ripped.  Wanna see?

5.  For some reason Mom is living with us now.  Maybe Mom and Dad made up and now live together.  No more long road trips to Sudbury anymore, thank goodness.     

Now that Mom is home, I wiggle my butt a little more.  She makes me happy.  I get to sleep in her lap too.  I don't even think she minds me farting all the time.  But I know deep down something is wrong with Mom.  It's canine intuition.  I can't figure it out but I know, what ever it is, she can pull through it.  She's my mom, she can do anything.

Dad?  He's the same, always lecturing me, always trying to teach me right from wrong.  He's a tough guy sometimes.  He's under a lot of stress.  I don't know from what but he should take it from me, and live like a dog.  Eat, shit, sleep.  

I hear Mom and Dad are planning to take me to Woofstock.  Maybe I'll meet a girl there.  Or maybe I'll be such a bully no one will want to be with me.  It's not bullying, I just like being the alpha, but really....deep down I'm insecure about myself.  Ya I said it, I have low self esteem sometimes.  I want to be the alpha but not confident enough in myself.  I want to be like Kudos, but I could never command the attention from the other dogs.  I have to act a fool before I get attention.  But it's ok, I can play the clown part just fine.  After Woofstock, they want to take me to Barkham too.  It's gonna be fun!

This weekend the Ocampo pack came to visit us.  They have 3 little children, the youngest being 6.  I had fun with them.  At first, I didn't like them.  Dad had to calm me down a couple times.  But after that we had fun and they all started to come pet me and talk to me.  I didn't even have to act like a clown for them to notice me.  I think Sydney, the middle one, had the most fun.  We chased each other around the house.  The youngest one, Maddie, she like touching my belly.  I  think she might have even touched my penis.  I know Sydney touched it cause she made giggling noises.  "Eww..... it's a wet.  Don't Maddie, don't touch it!"   Taylor, the eldest boy, didn't touch my penis but talked to me a bit.  I think he wanted to play video games more.  It's all Mom's fault, she showed the girls my schlong.  

So all is well with the B-Stud as I continue to watch out for my family.  We are lucky.  Mom and Dad do the best they can with what they have.  In return, I try to give them what I can too.

B-Stud.   

Chilling in my new home

Ok guys, so I haven't written in a long time. Don't blame me. We don't have internet in our new home.

The first time Mom brought me to the new house, I didn't know where we were going. I checked out the window but it was dark. Nothing smelled right. Mom opened the door and I walked in, smelling every corner of the house. "Where are we? Where's Shy, and Grandpa and Grandma?" The carpet smelt nice though but I was scared. This must be my 5th time moving to a new place. Going from Meg's house, to the Leungs, to the Parcons, to Sudbury....I'm surprised I'm not screwed up.

The first night we stayed over, I cried and cried. Mom and Dad left me in the kitchen to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I walked up and down the kitchen, whimpering like a baby. My sister Shy would have made fun of me. I think Mom and Dad couldn't sleep either and let me sleep in their room upstairs. Yay!!!! But after that night, they never let me sleep upstairs again.

I think it took about 3 days before I got comfortable. Now I love our house especially where the Bay window is. I can look outside and see all the intruders. I let Dad know everytime. Most of the time I work on my tan 'cause you know, I gotta look good for the ladies. Speaking of ladies, so far I haven't seen anyone worthy to even talk to. So far I've seen a Rotti/ Lab mix. I don't like him, this is my house and ain't nobody gonna show up on my block uninvited. I better mark every pole or sign to let him know. Then there was a little Shiz-Tzu that came running out of her house. "Bo Bo.....come back here!" Screamed their owner. I didn't even give her a glance. Not worth my time. There were other but not even worth mentioning right now.

In the basement Dad made me a play area. He left me there one day when he went to work. Man, I had so much fun! All my toys were there, my water bowl and my 2nd bed. In fact, I had so much fun I destroyed my bed into 1000 pieces. Oh, that was so cool. Then I pushed my crate backwards and found an opening to the rest of the basement. Whoa, so cool! Oh look what's this box doing here? Let's see what's inside. Oh cool! Plastic and paper. I love making little plastic and paper snowflakes. There it looks better when the floor has paper snowflakes. That day I had a little too much water and fun. Good thing Dad laid down some cardboard on the floor. I had to go bad. By the time Dad came home, I was tired. I'm surprised Dad didn't say anything when he saw how much fun I had.

This weekend I think we're going to Sudbury to see Mom. We're going to have so much fun. I love our new place! And just to add, I'm gaining my weight back. I'm starting to become a man but really, I'm a kid clown inside.

B-Stud

Stealing Salmon like a Ninja!

Hey folks, I hardly have internet access these days and I've been recovering from diarrhea. Still skinny as usual but doing and feeling better. For about a week Dad had me on a strict diet during my diarrhea episode. My butt accidently exploded waste onto Dad's hand and jacket. Oops, sorry Dad, I was sick..and by the way Dad....Raptors SUCK!...get a new jacket!

Dad put me on plain rice for a bit and then slowly added my regular food. We finally found out if you overfed me, I'd get diarrhea. So after being on a bland diet for a week, I decided yesterday, I wanted something different.

Grandpa Parcon went grocery shopping yesterday and was cooking it up in the kitchen. "Damn that smells good Grandpa!" I said to myself. "Let's check out what he's doing." So I follow my nose into the kitchen. There he was, mixing and stirring a pot by the stove. Behind him was the kitchen island where I find good treats sometimes. I took a look at him. "Hmmm, back turned." I creeped closer to the island counter.

Just like how I stole chicken, I put my paws two front paws on the counter. "Ohhh man. Jackpot! Salmon!" Mom love salmon but this was all mine. Dad suddenly moved, but walked into the living room, back still turned. I pawed the salmon towards my mouth and using that long tongue of mine, gulped 4 pieces. That's right 4 pieces and no one even heard me! I'm such a ninja but when I put my two paws back on the ground, my stupid chain rattled.

"Brix. You in the kitchen?"
"Just getting some water Grandpa."
"Ok. Time to cook the salm....hey! What the...!?!"

Oh the look on his face, it was a kodak moment. I got punished for sure, and curse words started flying. I could even hear Grandpas heartbeat get faster. But it was worth it, the salmon was so good. Why do humans eat so well? Then Dad come home 2 hrs later....

"Hey why is Brix in his cage."
"You son took my salmon. 4 pieces!"
"What? Again?"

Dad's face was classic too.

"Brix, you think you're a ninja? What 'till you move into our new house...no food for you!"
"Sure Dad, like I believe you. Actually I do, you can't cook."

That one hurt Dad and that night he didn't give me my full amount of food. That's another adventure in the life of a stud. It's good being a dog.

B-Stud.