Bad Brix

Just as soon as I wrote about being a good boy this year for Xmas....I got into some serious trouble...Mom and Dad got so mad!

Dec 23

Like usual, Dad leaves for work in the morning and leaves me at home with Mom.  Mom usually gets up an hour later after Dad leaves.  I always make sure Dad doesn't get attacked on his way to the car and then head back to bed.  This morning was a little different.

"There goes Dad again.  No one tried to ambush him.  I shall expect him at 6pm sharp tonight.  Time for bed until then.", but before I could make it to bed.

*sniff sniff*

"....hmmm...kitchen smells good today.  Oh, I wonder what this bag is here for.  Let me just give it a whiff ......oh my God!!!....i just hit the motherload!..."

There, in the bag, were boxes of shortcake cookies.  Mom had made these the night before and left them on the ground.  Blind bat Dad didn't see them either.  They seem to forget I have a Phd and that I'm much smarter than them.

"...well....well...I could sell these to my canine friends....make a 100% profit and revenues would go up the roof!!!!.....or I could just eat them...."

At that instant, I was reminded of a tune....."never get high on your own supply...."  I should have listened.

30 mins later, I had consumed parchment paper, paper boxes and 24 shortcake cookies, 4 of which had mini chocolate tolberones.  I did with ninja like skill.   Mmmm mmm mmm.  That was so good!  I wanted more!  No one is going to stop me, not even those people from the Intervention show could.


Then the rumbling of footsteps from upstairs.....Mom.

"Hmmm....what the heck is my cookie tin doing in the middle of the ocean here."
"What da @#$@%!  What did you do!  You are a very bad boy, I'm so mad at you.  What's wrong with you!"

With the yank of my collar I was led to the basement dungeon, a prisoner of the crime I had committed. Mom called Dad and explained what happened.  Dad came home during his lunch and gave me the biggest lecture. 

Luckily for me the chocolate wasn't enough to poison me, but for the next day and a half, my bum bum was like a waterfall ...you get the picture.

Dec 24

I guess Mom and Dad didn't take me to the party, nor did they take me to Gramps because I spent Xmas alone, in my kennel.  I didn't open any gifts, didn't sing any songs, didn't get a girlfriend for Xmas like I had asked Santa.  I wonder what Mom and Dad will do next....


Brix.   














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My Stupid Hat

"It's the most, wonderful time....of the year....."

BULL.....SH.....EIGHT!   See that stupid hat on my head?  Every year at around this time, Mom and Dad make me wear this stupid hat.  But I still look damn good with it on.

During this time of year, the humans call it Christmas. I know I get presents.  Mom and Dad have a stocking for me and ha......it's bigger than theirs!  I've been a good doggie this year, I should get what I want from Jolly St. Nick.

Hmmm....let me see what I want this year.  Oh here's my list.

1.  A girlfriend so I can just hang wit, you kno what I'm saying?
2.  Maybe another girlfriend or three?
3.  Better teeth.
4.  To be healthy.

See my list list isn't too greedy.  I'm a dog, I dno't need a big fancy house, cars, or anything material.  I know my Ninang Edilyn and my bestest buddy Ron got me a present, but Dad said not to open it until the 25th.  I know what it is anyway...it's a blanket....I can smell it, I'm a dog.

Anyway, I better get going now, lots of xmas cards to write to my doggie friends.  I wish all my doggie friends and viewers, a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!  I'll let you guys know what else I get on the 25th.  I hope it's a girlfriend....I know the ladies dig my hat!

Brix.

Pet Blessing

It's almost Christmas and there's lots of snow already!  I wonder what Mom and Dad are going to get me this year. 

During Christmas Mom and Dad usually go to Church.  Now I don't know what church is but all I know,  it's the building with a plus sign on it.  They call that Church.  Anyway, this Sunday I got to find out what Church was all about.

Dad drove us to the plus sign building and we walked through some big doors. As soon as I got in...I was on red alert.  I smell dogs here...

"OMG, (not that I believe in God) church is another word for doggie daycare! Where da dogs at?"

We walked into an area with lots of seats, Dad called them pews.  I saw Bear under one of them pews.

"Yo Bear, what are you doing here?"
"Did your Dad not tell you, we're getting blessed today."
"Blessed? I'm new at this Church thing.  Does that means we gets food?"
"No. We get to see the Reverend and he calls on some high powers to watch over us."
"Bear, has you been smoking those doggie biscuits again?  I told youz they not right."

After some singing it was time to see the Rev.

You know I don't remember a word he said to me while he petted my head.  I just remember wanting to sniff doggie butts and getting into the faces of my fellow doggie friends.  Dad didn't remember what Rev. said either 'cause he was too busy keeping me still.   But I got blessed at Church and I felt good.  Hopefully xmas and the new year will be a good one for me and family and to y'all as well.

B-Stud.