Boxer Dog Stories

Feed Me

2012-05-15T10:09:00.001-04:00

Feed Me

Fast Boxer Dog

2012-05-07T12:56:00.002-04:00

Fast Boxer Dog!

The Neglected Dog

2012-05-03T00:59:00.000-04:00

Human families get busy and they tend to forget about us, the dog. Even my Mom and Dad have forgotten about me. Dad use to post my picture up on his facebook all the time. Today he finally posted a picture of me again, after 8 months. Thanks Dad. He called it, "Brix needs love too." Here's a picture of me acting like a fool.

He took this second one of me just hanging out in the backyard. I think he misses me.

Easter Massage

2012-04-09T00:55:00.003-04:00

Life as a Boxer is tough

Living the Boxer life is tough I must say. When we aren't acting like a clown, we are relaxing and getting massages. Here is my sister working out the kinks in my back. Thanks baby sister.

B-Stud

Boxer and Twins

2012-02-05T13:27:00.000-05:00

Just another weekend with me looking after my twin sisters.

Boxer and Twins

Are Boxers Good With Children?

2012-01-09T16:31:00.000-05:00

I remember my Dad telling me, "Brix, it says here in this book that boxers are good with children. But I'm not sure if you are because we don't have any yet."

Well Mom and Dad finally had children, 2 at the same time to be exact. I remember the day he brought them home.

"Brix, welcome your 2 new sisters."
"What? Two new who?"
"Your twin sisters Brix. You will take care of them and protect them."
"I will?"
"Don't act stupid with me. You know your role."

I wasn't acting stupid with Dad. One day I didn't have sisters and then the next I have sisters? It was all too confusing but I adapted. I sniffed them to make sense of it all. They sure smelled like the blanket Dad brought home from the hospital earlier. They were tiny 2 legged creatures that cried and cried and cried. Surprisingly I haven't gone crazy yet. I know Mom and Dad have.

Overtime I didn't see the big hype about them. I would walk past them like they never existed. I don't even lick their faces. I just mind my own business. If that's the definition of a boxer good with children, then I'm the best. Right now the two kids are small and can't walk, and they also can't pull my ears. Ask me again a couple months and maybe they're going to annoy the heck out of me.

The only thing I notice, is Mom and Dad give way too much attention to those two brats. Each of them holding one baby and no one holding me. I don't get jealous, it's not in my nature but I would like some me time too. Maybe a walk wouldn't hurt eh Dad? My parents have their hands full and I get the short end of the stick most of the times now. But I'm still a loyal dog.

Here are some pics of me, being a good boxer dog and big brother to the kids.

Good boxer dog ignoring crying baby

Boxer dogs are great with kids! Especially twins!

Boxer Catches Frisbee

2011-12-22T12:06:00.001-05:00

Over the years Dad has taught me much. He recently even tried to make me become a poo/ pee detection dog for the twins but that didn't work out. I wonder what Dad will teach me this year? He probably doesn't have any time now.

Last winter, we worked on catching a frisbee. I love frisbees. Here's a short clip of me in action.

B-Stud

The Good Old Days - Photo Image of the Day

2011-12-07T16:02:00.003-05:00

The good old days with Dad

Boxer Dog and Twins

2011-11-21T16:02:00.001-05:00

"I swear I didn't make them cry"

At the end of August, Mommy and Daddy brought home two new critters to the pack. Now I'm the Omega, the bottom of the pack. You know how that makes me feel? I feel pissed. I was the first one in the family and now all of a sudden, the twins arrive and I'm dead last. I don't think so!

That's why I haven't posted because I'm been too angry. Mom and Dad can go a whole day without even saying hi to me, patting my head, or taking me for a walk. Just look at my paws....my nails are starting to curl over!

Don't get me wrong, the twins are great, but what about me? Nobody gives me any attention. I have to force myself into Mommy's lap, or climb up on Dad to get some attention here. I'm just a boxer dog wanting some attention.

Somebody Kicked Me

2011-06-14T23:40:00.002-04:00

It takes a "real" man to pose beside pink balloons. Yet another one of Dad's "...this would make a great shot..." moments. Why are there pink balloons in the first place? Mom had a surprise baby shower this weekend and all her yoga friends came over to decorate. As Dad puts it, " The female to male ratio in this household will soon be in favor of the females. We need to reclaim our dignity here." Sometimes I think Dad is turning into a girl himself. He's starting to wear girly sandels around the house.

This week has been great. Mom started her maternity leave and is home everyday now. One afternoon we were watching TV. Mom was on the floor by the couch and I was curled up, as best I could, in her lap.

"Brix, why do you have to sit in Momma's lap. You know you can't fit here."
"I'll just put my head on your belly Momma. It's ok. "
"Ok....while you're there try to listen to your sisters."

So I put my head on Mommas belly. I tried to listen to my twin sisters in Momma's belly, but I couldn't hear or smell anything. I started to fall asleep and eventually dozed off.

BAM!!!! All of a sudden, a sharp jolt penetrated my face! "What was that?!?! Such powerful force" I said to myself as I jumped across the room looking to Mom for answers.

"OK, Mom, very funny, you didn't have to hit me to let me know it's time to get up. Sheesh."
"Brix, it wasn't me. One of your sisters kicked you! You should have seen the look in your face. Aww....I should have video taped it!"
"She's in trouble....when she gets out I'm going to....."
"Oh, she's kicking again. Come feel them Brix. Mom put my paw on her tummy. Despite all our efforts, I didn't feel them again.
"She's going to get it when she comes out. I don't know who it was....but somebody is gonna get it."

How dare my sisters kick me in the face. Those tiny feet, tiny toes got some power I must admit. When these girls come out, I'm going to whip them into shape, just like Dad whipped me into shape. The girls cannot over rule this household. I must teach them who's boss here and the first rule of course....: no kicking!

B-Stud.

P.S. My Buddy Russell visited me last week. He's a tea cup Yorkie and man, this guy can move in all sorts of directions. He's all over the map. Talk to you soon buddy Russell. Sorry for scaring you....I'm like a giant compare to you!

White vs. Brindle Boxer

2011-05-26T01:08:00.002-04:00

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

2011-05-06T13:51:00.000-04:00

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.

The Surprise

2011-03-22T00:50:00.001-04:00

Yup, I fell off the face of the Earth for a while and with good reason. Mom and Dad never told me they were going to Spain for 2 weeks! They didn't even take me! Left me here at Grandpa and Grandmas. I thought I was visiting gramps, and next thing you know....hey....where did Mom and Dad go? Everyday at 6pm, I waited at the door for them. Did they return....nooooo!

So when they finally came back....I barked at Mom....because she looked different. She just looked different from the last time I saw her. I think her tummy looked bigger.

"Oh Brix, you love Momma right?"
"Well let me think...somebody went to Spain....and I had to stay here...."

But before I could finish Mom interrupted me.

"Brix, I have a surprise for you."
"This better be good Mom cause you know you owe me huge...."
"You're going to be a big brother."
"Big brother...what do you mean...you're getting another dog? How dare you....are you replacing me already....."
"Brix....relax.....Momma is pregnant!"

Pregnant? Now I'm not sure what pregnant means but does this mean Momma's giving birth to puppies....'cause I'm not sure how it works.

"Brix....you're going to be a big brother to not only to one baby, but two! We're having twins!"

I stood like a statue. Momma's having a litter of puppies? What does twins mean? Then Dad smacked my head.

"Momma's having 2 human babies you goofball."
"Oh...Momma's having human babies and two! Wow!"

I'm going to be a big brother to two human babies! I've never been around babies before. What are they like? Dad said not to worry....'cause he doesn't know what he's doing either...but said, we'll all get thru it somehow.

Does this mean I'm still the omega? 'Cause I was here first and I think I should get promoted. What do you guys think?

B-Stud

At the basement Spa

2011-02-26T12:54:00.000-05:00

Today, Dad decided I needed a bath. The last one I took was probably in summer....I forget. I went over to Grandpa and Grandma's place this week and they said I stink. Nice to see you too Gramps.
Dad hasn't given me a shower because of the cold weather and he says there's no where in the house where he can put me in and wash me.

Well today he put me in the basement sink and I was stressed out. This is not the way to wash a dog!

After the wash, of course Dad had to take more portraits of me and my clean body.

And just for doing that....I soon vomited all my breakfast on the basement floor. That's what you get for stressing me out Dad. Clean it up. I'll train you!

B-Stud.

New Car?

2011-02-21T15:43:00.000-05:00

This week Dad went to the Canadian Auto Show and left me home again. Dad said he'd be a "couple" hours. I didn't know a couple means 6 hours. Mom was also at work and so I was home alone again.

When Dad came back he showed me pictures of the Toyota Highlander.

"Brix, if we can afford this, you'd live like a king."
"Why is that Dad?"
"Well check out the trunk. It has 2 extra seats where you could go.....or we could put your crate right into the back here and you can peep your head out. Look there's even heater vents here to keep you warm. It's got so much space!"
"Sounds nice Dad...but we don't need a new car."
"It's just nice to dream....."
"And it's too expensive right Dad?"
"That too....that's why you have to find a job Brix...."

I ain't finding no job. My job is to be lazy. I know I'm a working dog and all....but I work hard for my food. I jump thru hoops, close doors, spin and do tricks.

"Anyways Dad, I don't need a car. We should walk more...."

But Dad didn't hear me 'cause he went upstairs to look at the rest of the photos.

*sigh* When is spring coming???

Brix.

Back to Doggie Daycare

2011-02-12T01:10:00.000-05:00

Mom and Dad finally brought me back to the daycare! At the daycare, it's a melting pot of all kinds of dogs from different cultures. We have my buddy Tungsten from Israel. He's a Caanan. Then we have Furio, our Italian Cane Corso. Garth the Weimaraner, from Germany.

Anyways, theyz all cool but I had eyes on only one dog today....Hannah the black beauty. After we broke up, last I heard, she was wit Kona and some other husky types. Now that I've come back, I think we made up and wez friends again. She put on some weight but I'm not going to tell her that.

We just hung out and talked good old days. I missed her. Here we are just talking.... Here I am just getting my beauty sleep...

Here's Hannah getting her beauty sleep too...

Then we got to chatting...she offered to help me lick my paws...but I saw naw....

Here's an akward moment because I made a smelly fart but Hannah pretended not to smell it.

Maybe she caught a wiff of it now.

She must have smelt it but is putting on a good face right now.

She definitely smelt my bomb and has now left to the other side of the room.

It's only natural to fart I say.....

B-Stud.

Why I haven't been updating...

2011-02-06T23:26:00.000-05:00

Apparently Dad said this week was Chinese New Years and started to give me commands in Chinese. Dad is weird. Even Mom thinks so too. Anyways, happy New Year to all my doggie friends...even though I'm not Chinese.

So what's been happening lately? Why have I not updated in almost a month? That's because Dad never lets me on the computer now....all he does is look at instructional videos about hockey, stick handling, puck control, and drills. Any chance he gets, Dad will flee to the outdoor rink 5 mins from our house and play for hours! He even brought Uncle Jimmy to practice at the rink last week The funny part is, Dad is old and he's playing with little kids between 6-12 years old. One night, Dad came home after playing some teenagers and he told us one of them asked him....

"...hey...do you go to Brother Andre high school?...."

Dad didn't even know how to respond he told us.

"...mmm no....I'm twice your age...."
" ... you're good for an old guy...."

I guess Dad is living his childhood now. He's also using the computer way too much because of his new camera lens he bought.

So in summary, I've been neglected. My paw nails are long, and curling over. I stink 'cause Dad hasn't given me a bath since the summer. I need to be groomed. My teeth...let's not go there. But on the bright side, I'm gaining back some of the weight I lost after my incident at xmas time. I wish Dad would take me back to the daycare 'cause I hear it is newly renovated and bigger than ever!

*sigh* ....winters suck.....

So I'll just leave you with some new pics of me as Dad was trying out his new lens.

B-Stud

Just Photos of Me

2011-01-19T23:54:00.000-05:00

Mom and Dad have been busy lately. I don't know what they have been up to lately. They seem to pay less attention to me now. We haven't been on a walk lately either. Dad says it's the weather and how it's not good for me paws!

So Dad has been working on his photography and trying to get better pictures with his new camera. So this post is just going to be photos of me.

Have a look at me lazing around...

Brix.

Another Xmas, another New Year.

2011-01-10T00:23:00.000-05:00

Did you know I have my own brand of chocolate...Mom and Dad found this at the shops in Don Mills. Speaking of chocolate, it was a bad Xmas and New Years for me.

Many of you know by now, I ate 24 shortbread cookies, (some with chocolate) over the holidays. I was really sick. Diarrhea first then came the vomiting. The vomiting was so bad, that even having water started to make my tummy go crazy. I don't know what was going on and neither did Mom or Dad. I wasn't able to eat anything and I lost so much weight.

Dad brought me into the vet,where I received medication and antibiotics. While everyone was partying it up, I slept in my bed...hours on end. For 5 days I barely ate anything. Plain white rice was in order for me. The bones of my rib cage were showing and Mom had to put a shirt on me to hide them.

I didn't get to open my presents until closer to New Years. I was getting better but looking in bad shape. My once muscular, jaw dropping, studly frame, transformed into what you would see from a stray dog on the streets. Nonetheless, I was still my old jolly self.

Here's a picture of me and all my presents.

The raccoon in front of me is my favorite. I whine when I don't get to play with that one. That's from my teacher Ms. Glenny. Actually all of them are my favorites but Mom and Dad only let me play with one toy so far.

This year, Mom and I bought Dad a good DSLR camera...finally! Dad can now take better pictures of me and Mom. Thinking about it now, Dad hasn't even said thanks to me for his gift!

Want to see some pics with the new camera? They are mainly of me during my recovery period.

Looking onwards to 2011....I am still thinking about my goals. My main goal right now is to gain weight and to get better. Send me good vibes furry friends.

B-Stud.

Bad Brix

2010-12-25T15:02:00.000-05:00

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

2010-12-22T10:00:00.002-05:00

"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

2010-12-08T19:52:00.002-05:00

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.

Is Your Dog Racist

2010-11-20T14:06:00.001-05:00

This morning the family went to Starbucks Coffee. Mom went in and Dad stayed with me outside.

While we were waiting one caucasian man said:

"...Hey nice dog. My buddy has one exactly the same..."
" He has a brindle too eh? Nice have a good day." Dad replied to the man.

Just moments later...another caucasian man saw us outstide Starbucks and said.

"Nice dog...."
"Thanks." Dad replied and waved.
"Brix, everyone thinks you're pretty."
"I know I am Dad, just look at me.", I flexed my hind leg muscles.

Finally Mom came out with her coffee.

"Ah look at my handsome Brix."

Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a darker shade of caucasian (which = black guy). He was right behind Mom and I knew Mom was in danger. I started to pull Dad and started to growl.

"Brix! Stop it. Don't be racist. He's not even doing anything." Dad yelled
"OMG, our dog is racist." Mom said when we got into the car.
"Mom, Dad, you know I'm not racist. I'm colour blind. !!!!"

With that Mom and Dad shut up the rest of the way home.

B-Stud wins again.

"Brix...you know dogs see in shades of....."
"Shut up Dad....I win!..."

Education Time from Professor Brix

2010-11-03T15:55:00.001-04:00

So Xmas is coming soon, and I knows all you humans want to buy puppies for the kids. But if you don't know anything about puppyhood, Professor B-Stud can help.

Dad didn't know anything about dogs....he was scared of dogs actually. That's what he tells me. Because Mom wanted a dog so bad....Dad decided he'd volunteer at the local canine daycare to learn about dogs. That's where I met Dad and he met me at about 12 weeks. Not love at first sight though. He was a wimpy fellow and a push over. Little did we know, a year later I would end up joining his pack.

Mom and Dad missed my puppyhood years, they were lucky I was an adult already. But I have this handy ebook that was sent from a friend. It's all about what to expect in puppyhood. I thought I'd share it with you all. Here's the link:

http://www.europuppy.com/factors_to_consider_when_picking_your_perfect_puppy

Oh and by the way, keep in mind, there is no "perfect" puppy.

Dr. B-Stud.

Freaky Cat

2010-10-28T00:16:00.000-04:00

Mom and Dad decided to start Halloween a little early .... so they tried to scare the pancreatitis out of me by bringing home...this poor thing... Freaky Cat.

"Ohh...let's see how Brix will react to Freaky Cat!"
"I bet he's gonna go nuts!"
"Yeah yeah.....wait....don't let him see it yet...."

I think Mom and Dad think I'm stooopid or something. B-Stud don't get scared of nobody! When I saw Freaky Cat, I admit, I sniffed a little...just to make sure it wasn't alive. I even touched Freaky Cat's paw to checks for a pulse. Nope....it dead all right...and in my way of eating and drinking.

Move aside Freaky Cat, the only one that will be scaring the kids is me! When that doorbell rings, I am going to scare all the kids away. Yes...yes....that'll be my plan....see you on Halloween.

B-Stud.