Rotten Teeth Boxer

See the pic above...that's my rotten teeth. I know I've talked about it last week but I need to show you folks how rotten the teeth are. Can anyone tell me how bad it is? Will they fall out?
If you look closely, you might be able to see a couple blades of grass stuck between the front teeth. I save those for later when I'm hungry.

One day in the car, Mom noticed how my breath stank the joint up. Then she checked my teeth.

"OMG, have you seen Brix's teeth? They're rotten!"
"Yeah, the vet said no amount of brushing could get the plaque out." Dad replied.

No wonder I can't get a date! I wonder what would happen if I continued to have rotten teeth. Dad already did some research and this is what he keeps telling me. I made a list.

1. My teeth will becomes yellow or brown. That's the plaque. If left untreated, can we say periodontal disease?
2. Gingivitis happens which makes my gums red and inflamed.
3. My gums will receed because the gums are infected and the ligaments around the teeth are gone.
4. The worst case, Dad tells me, I could get kidney, liver and heart disease.
5. Dental cleaning for dogs isn't cheap!

I knew a dog who had 4 teeth and she was all right looking until she smiled. Mom now tries brushing my teeth everyday, each time causing my gums to bleed. I hate brushing. If you guys know of a better to get rid of doggie plaque, please leave a comment! Any whitener for dogs?

B-Stud.

I HATE Rottweilers

That's right. You heard me. I hate Rottweilers, especially the male ones. This week I almost got into a fight with Rotti on 52 again.

Dad usually takes me out in the morning 7am to do my business. One morning we were nearing my pee spot and Rotti on 52 turns the corner with his master. I stared at him and then his master. I stood erect and held my ground. I was actually relaxed and didn't even lunge until Rotti showed his teeth and growled at me.

"Get the f away from my master!" growled the Rotti.
"Then you best back your ass up and tuck your tail between your fat ass," I snapped.
"You better watch yoursl next time lil girl, oh ya...that's right, you're just small for a male"
"Aaaharrrrrlllll!!!!"


Oh I could have killed him that day. As soon as I saw the pearly whites I should have attacked but then I realized I would have upset Dad. I just hate Rottweilers. I just do. I'm not racist or anything, they just get on my nerves. I saw him again today at the park where I was squatting and reading the paper. This time he was with his mom and a stroller. I could hear his growling as they got closer

"Come on little boxi girl. Why don't you come and play?"

I actually acted like a gentledog and walked away from him alongside my Dad.

"Awww what wrong? Gonna get in trouble for lunging by Daddy?

I had to give the Rotti a peace of my mind so I lunged with all of my might, hoping I could break the leash or my collar...but Dad intervened and disciplined me.

"Enough Brix!"

That's all Dad needed to say and I knew it was over. I shook my body to de-stress. It doesn't help that we are both males and both are protective breeds. In any case, if I see Rottweiler again, he better read the sign outside on our lawn. It says:

"Boxer Barking Only. All Others Will be Towed."

Trust me Rotti, I will tow your ass back to 52.

B-Stud.

Brix is Sick

To my B-Stud fans, things weren't looking good.

"Brix! Let's go!" Dad called from the kitchen.
"Ohhh, I wonder where Dad is taking me this time," I thought.

I turned the corner to see Mom and Dad packing up a cooler, some bags and some other human goodies. No, not another long car ride.

"We're going to visit Mom's friend and there's going to be lots of land to run around Brix."
"Arfff! Arfff!", me loves to run.

After an hour in the car we got to a big house in the middle of nowhere. All I could see were miles of green grass and my ticket to freedom. I had so much fun that day. Everyone loved me. They all said I was handsome. I ran like the wind and even tried chasing after a boat in the pool. Life was good until the next day.

Dad fed me my usual morning meal. For a long time I've been trying to tell my Dad,
I didn't like it. I would just stare at the food even though he gave me permission to take it.

"But I don't want this food! No I'm not eating this. You eat it Dad!"
"Brix you better eat that food 'cause it cost me a fortune."

So I ate it like a good doggie. 6 hours later....

"Why am I feeling dizzy. Why can't I see straight. Oh no, my stomach feels weird."

I started to lick my lips incessently, gulping mass amounts of air. Mom and Dad were doing errands and I was stuck in my kennel.

"I can't help it anymore.....raaawwwlf. Raaaaawwwfffff"

I wanted to eat the vomit that came out of my mouth, but decided not to. Then I heard them come in.

"Ne, what's that on the ground?", Dad questioned.

"Uh. that looks like Brix's undigested food," Mom replied.
"What? How can that be?"

Dad washed my bed that night but the next day I threw up on it again.

"What the hell Brix! I washed your bed and you vomit again!" Dad fumed.
"I'm sick and you're worried about the bed! Gee thanks for the love and support Dad." I was mad but didn't have the energy to argue with Dad.

Dad fasted me for 24 hours to rest my tummy. I continued to vomit on and off. After each vomit I was my old self again. Dad thinks it was something I ate at the party but he soon smartened up and decided to put me back on my old Wellness Core food.

After a week of not eating my regular amount of food, Mom and Dad decided I had to see the vet. He was a nice man, and I could tell Dad and Mom felt comfortable with him.

"Oh I'm not worried about him. He's definitely not a sick dog. I would say it was just a food intolerance and you are already transitioning him off the old food."

Mom and Dad were relieved. Soon after, I was back to my old self again and not vomiting. I did miss one class but it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm a star in the class! And if I did something wrong, I know it's not my fault 'cause it's always going to be Dad's fault for not teaching me. Ain't that right Dad?

B-Stud.

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.