White vs. Brindle Boxer

As Mom opened the door to my cage she said,
"Brix, today you're going to meet a friend!" 
"Who are we meeting Momma?"
"Well, you're going to meet another boxer....from Edmonton."
"From Edmonton???"

Now I've never heard of the place but nobody from Edmonton is going to come into my house and just expect me to welcome them.  This is my house. 

"Oh, here they are.  Be on your best behaviour Brix."
"Yeah, sure Mom, let me see who this......"

Before I could finish my sentence, the door flung open and a rush of white hit my eyes.  I thought I was blind for a second.  Then I heard the sniffing and I could smell the presence of another dog.

"Holy crap, you're white!  Let me have a sniff here....oh....and you haven't hit puberty yet..and you're a male.  Why Mom?  You could have set me up with a female at least."
"Hi, my name is Poncho.  I'm 1 yrs old!  Yay!  And I'm a white boxer.  Love my coat? Yay!"
"Ugghhh....great....just what I need, a little kid to watch over.  Look kid, beat it.  I'm not in the mood for play time."
"I wanna play, let's go out, oh are these your toys.  Can I play....hey look, there's a person outside...arf arf arf!"
"Quit it kid, this is my hood, and don't touch my toys."

Soon after Mom and her friend took us all out for a walk.  Not long after Dad also arrived and snapped some shots of us...mainly Poncho because I didn't want to play with a dude.

"What's the matter Brix," asked Dad.
"Could have told me you were setting me up with a guy.  I told you I'm not gay.  I like bitches!  I want bitches!  Female dogs Dad, you get it?"
"C'mon Brix, be respectful of others.  You were exactly the same as he was when you were young.  They've come a long way to see you.  Put on a smile."
"Fine....whatever."

I just wasn't in the mood for playing but he wasn't as bad as I thought.  He wasn't rude, he was like a kid on a sugar rush.  Dad was right though, he did remind me of myself when I was a young pup.  Course, I'm more studlier.  *sigh*  The good old days of puppyhood.  Poncho did bring back memories of my early years.  Here are the pics of our playdate.  Enjoy.. 

 

PS.  You're all right kiddo but I check me out ....I still got some hops over the hurdle!
B-Stud

Vomiting and the Animal Hospital

The Animal Hospital is the last place you want to be.  Mom and Dad definitely did not expect me to be there and therefor it has been a long time since the B-Stud posted to my fans.

I stayed at the Animal Hostpital for a day.  Earlier in the week I was vomiting, liquid bile mainly but it did not seem to get better.  The Doc also said I had a fever and they suspected it would be pancreatitis again.  It was the mystery vomiting again.  Out of the blue, I was just vomiting.  No knows why.

After being admitted to the hospital, they probed me like an alien.  They took blood, they shaved a bit of my arm to put an IV in me for fluids and I mainly stayed in isolation.  I saw some other dogs but I wasn't in the mood for talking.  Most of the dogs were just puppies.  One little guy with a cone around his neck asked me.

"Hey mister.  What are you in for?"
"Vomiting, dehydration, and a fever.  Can't you tell.  I'm so skinny." 
"That's nothing.  I got my balls chopped off this morning."
"Yeah, me too, 2 years ago.  They made you wear that stupid cone too huh?"
"Yeah, but it will be ok.  This too shall pass."

I was hoping the nightmare would pass.  The animal hospital during the night isn't exactly the best place to sleep.  One dog just kept barking like it was possessed or saw a ghost.  Why can't I go home.  If I wasn't better by the morning, I would have to stay another day and I know Mom and Dad would freak out.  So I tried my best to get better.

The next morning I was cleared to go home thankfully.  My fever had disappeared, I was holding down my food and my test results were back.  I heard the conversation the doc had with my Dad.

" We got the results in for Brix.  He doesn't have pancreatitis.  I thought for sure it was, but we did a specific test for it this time, and it was way low. So I'm confident it's not pancreatitis.  We'll give him some antibiotics just in case and he can go home today"

When I saw Dad I did my famous kidney bean dance for him.  The vomiting still remains a mystery but now Dad is feeding me smaller meals and more frequently.  It is helping so far but I have lost a lot of weight.  I look like a stray dog but Dad says, it takes time to put the weight back on.  Please pray that I can get back to at least 52 lbs!

On a side note, my boxer buddy Woody was diagnosed with dog meningitis which is serious.  I hope we get to see him back at the campus.  We are praying for you too buddy.  I know how scary it feels.  Praying you buds.

B-Stud.