Our basement flooded by Toronto Tornado

Yesterday Mom and Dad told me a tornado was coming to Toronto. Even though we live in Markham, we are very close to Toronto.

"Cool!!!! Can I play with the tornado Dad?"
"Hell no Brix, you will die."
"Is a tornado like another word for dog?"
"It's another word for hide or run as far away from it as you can."
"Then how come we aren't running?"
""Don't try to out smart me boy."

Dad confuses me sometimes. That's an image of what it was like yesterday outside our house. Nothing scary really, just a lot of rain, thunder and lightning. I wasn't even scared like most dogs are. Tornados don't usually hit Toronto or Markham that often so it surprised Mom and Dad. It lasted for about an hour. Me and Dad went down to the basement to check out any damage.

"Damn, we got a leak down here," Dad cursed. I went to check it out.
"Hey Dad, check behind the dryer."
"Crap, look at the pool of water! Great!"

I learned that's what humans call sarcasm. Then Mom came down to have a look.

"Oh no! What the heck. How did the water get in?"
"I don't know ask Mattamy. Jeez, they better do something about this."

We went back up and just relaxed for the rest of night. In the morning we watched the news and saw many of the houses in Vaughn, near the mall, got destroyed. The highway 400 took some damage too. 1 boy was killed by the Tornado as he was camping on a conservation area.

I guess Dad was right, tornados kill. Now that I think back, we were lucky. Imagine we lost our house? Where would we live? What would we do? I guess I could live in my crate. I'd be happy with that but Mom and Dad wouldn't be able to fit inside with me. But that's ok, they'd get their own crate to live in and we'd all be happy again. We don't need a big fancy house!

B-Stud

Ugliest Dog in the WORLD!!!

All right. If you saw an ugly dog, would you let the owners know? Would you cross the street and not even touch the dog with a 10 foot pole? Or even worse, would you pretend he's the cutiest thing in the world while holding a straight face?

I know boxers can be ugly, (I'm an expection of course. Everyone knows I'm handsome and a stud.) but damn, my boxer-mix friend on the left is UGLY! Pabst is his name and he's a 4 year old boxer mix. But I'm proud of him 'cause he was crowned the WORLD'S UGLIEST


DOG at the Sonoma-Marin Fair in northern California. It's tough for a boxer to win anything these days. We hardly win best in show, we not the best at agility, and we definitely not good at herding. So kudos to Pabst, the ugliest dog in the world.

"He's ugly, but in a cute way." I hear that all the time.

Now check out ugly dog number 2. It seems chinese crested dogs always get a bad wrap for being ugly. It's like they started off life with a disadvantage already, being ugly. The hairless kind especially. Miss Ellie here won ugliest out of her pedigree. I agree hands down. No question about how ugly she is. Check that tongue out. Tuck it in or it might get caught in something girl. I would definitely not tap that. Uhhhhh.

The closest thing I'd ever win is, THE MOST HANDSOME BOXER EVER, or the SEXIEST LADIES MAN EVER. Too bad no contest for that. If we had the most rotten teeth contest, I'd probably win that too.

B-Stud.

Flunked the STAY test.

Just to update you folks, Dad is ok but his knee is still bleeding. I can smell the blood from here.
He took me to class today and I had so much fun! I did everything Ms. Glenny told me to except the STAY command. She tricked me! I thought we were playing.

During class I got to demonstrate the FOCUS command with distractions to the WHOLE freaking class. I'm so popular but I'm no teacher's pet or anything you know. Oh, I was so good at it! Then we did emergency drop commands which I aced again. And again, I got to show the class how to dart through the agility tunnel. I'm a prostar....but I got in trouble with the STAY command.

"Brix, what's wrong with you. We do these all the time. The STAY command should be easy." Dad was getting frustrated.
"I wanna play with Ms. Glenny. Look she's running now! She's skipping! She's looking at me to play," I exclaimed.
"Brix, STAY." Dad commanded in a firm tone.
"Oh, a ball, let me have it!" That's my favourite.
"BRIX!!!!!!" Dad was fuming at this point.
"Good everyone, excellent with the stays, except for Brix." Ms. Glenny announced.
"What? We were doing the STAYS. Really?" Oops, oh well Dad will forgive me.

But he didn't. We got home and I had to study the STAY again, working in small increments and little distractions. I swear Dad should have joined the army. He's such a drill Sergeant.
Well, that's my life as a dog. How did yours go?

B-Stud.

Bloody Accident

Dad was pissed today! That's his knee! Ewww!!!! It's usually more hairy but he shaved around the knee. Don't ask me what happened. It was a bloody accident. I was having fun and running around. Dad was rollerblading with me. Dad's a good skater but he sure sucked today!

The unusual part about it, we saw about 6 dogs today, all in less than 30 mins. The accident happened as we were going home down a long stretch of road. I was running with Dad holding my leash, rollerblading behind me. Then, I spotted this small black min pin look a like but he was bigger and fatter. He started barking at me and dashed onto the road. Seeing he wanted to play, I ran closer to him and Dad followed. I think Dad turned his head to check for traffic and what happened next, I don't know.

SPLAT!!!!! Dad was flat on his stomach, hands out in front of him, face first. He must have slid a couple feet.

Silence...

Dad got up, dusted his jacket, said nothing and kept going. The black min pin thingy stopped barking. That was it.

When we got home. I heard Mom and Dad talking.

"There go my jeans. Ah crap.....look at my knee. It's bloody!"
"What happened?", Mom asked
"All I remember, I was looking back to check for traffic. When I turned back, my rollerblade must have caught something and I fell flat on my stomach. It was like sliding into 2nd base face first."

Dad continued.

"I wasn't even pissed until the owner of that black mixed thingy dog just chuckled a little and smiled. He saw the whole f-ing thing. Not even a...are you okay?.....from him. He just walked on. "
"Well people are just like that babe. He saw you got up and you were ok."
"Good thing I was wearing my jacket or else I would have stuck to the road."

I guess we won't be rollerblading for a while until Dad's knee heals. Today is class too. I hope we still go. We haven't seen Ms. Glenny in a while. Keep you guys posted.

Getting Naked Outdoors

Did you think Mom actually got outdoors and stipped naked for you? She always covers up with expensive clothes. I hear Dad always complain, "...what, you bought another top! How much?!?!"

I've always wondered why us dogs don't cover up. We walk around outdoors, naked all the time. People can see my weiner you know. Mom even touches my wee wee sometimes, which is weird. "Look how soft it is.....I wonder if pee will come out if I squeeze it..." Luckily it didn't.

It was so hot this weekend, I really wish I was naked and had my fur shaved off. Dad wanted to take his top off too but he didn't want to scare the neighbours. Since it was so hot, he filled up the inflatable pool and gave me a bath. He says it's not good to always bathe me so he does it every 4 months only. Now I smell good and I got rid of my old dead fur. You should feel my coat. It's nice and soft.

That was the highlight of my boring weekend. It was too hot to do anything else. More to come when I go to class on Wednesday.
B-Stud