tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112379282011-04-21T16:56:08.632-07:00Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1151343993269094412006-06-26T10:44:00.000-07:002006-06-26T10:46:33.283-07:00Don't I look sporty!<br />That's my cousin Jack with me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/Picture%2822%29.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/Picture%2822%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-115134399326909441?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1147048367884713812006-05-07T17:28:00.000-07:002006-05-07T17:32:47.896-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/brec.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/200/brec.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Visit the New BREC dog Park in Baton Rouge!<br /><br />My new favorite place<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.brec.org/index.cfm?md=pagebuilder&tmp=home&amp;amp;nid=1591&cpid=1315&amp;cfmid=0&catid=0">http://www.brec.org/index.cfm?d=pagebuilder&amp;tmp=home&amp;nid=1591&cpid=1315&amp;cfmid=0&amp;catid=0</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-114704836788471381?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1146515934298513472006-05-01T13:35:00.000-07:002006-05-01T13:38:54.300-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/bruiser_bath.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/bruiser_bath.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, I'm naked...so what...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-114651593429851347?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1146081458132979012006-04-26T12:48:00.002-07:002006-04-26T12:58:49.136-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/100_0383.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/100_0383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Meet Bruiser, my new Canadian friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He has two Dalmations who he loves to play with.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Keep warm little buddy!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Bruiser </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(the American Edition)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-114608145813297901?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1145453167196946552006-04-19T06:22:00.000-07:002006-05-01T13:41:16.140-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/Bruiser1.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/Bruiser1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I just wanted to post a new photo and say Hi!<br /><br /><br />I also wanted to post this funny email I recieved. Enjoy.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A dog's diary vs. a cat's diary</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">As seen in a dog's diary:</span><br /><br />7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!<br /><br />8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!<br /><br />9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!<br /><br />Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!<br /><br />2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!<br /><br />3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!<br /><br />4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!<br /><br />6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!<br /><br />7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!<br /><br />8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!<br /><br />9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!<br /><br />11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">As seen in a cat's diary:</span><br /><br />Day 183 of my captivity...<br /><br />My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.<br /><br />Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed.<br /><br />Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.<br /><br />There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.<br /><br />I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-114545316719694655?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1134664447321551142005-12-15T08:30:00.000-08:002005-12-15T08:34:07.330-08:00and I could not be happier. I refuse to share my stuff and my home. Sure we played sometimes but I'll be dammed if Pepper was going to play with MY STUFF. Pepper is with his new family and they don't want to crate him...they want to bring him to work but he's scared. We are gonna talk to the new owners and let them know it's ok to crate!<br /><br />I will be posting my Christmas greeting soon...<br /><br />Bruiser the dog<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-113466444732155114?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1131654443733091292005-11-10T12:22:00.000-08:002005-11-10T12:27:23.733-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/Bruiser.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/200/Bruiser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The other day we went to Petco to get a new sweater and on the way home two motorcycles pulled up next to us. I was so scared I hid under the dash of the car. See me, I'm devastated! I hate them...but I look good in that shirt!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-113165444373309129?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1131639956300233112005-11-10T08:16:00.000-08:002005-11-10T12:20:43.053-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/IMG_0274.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/IMG_0274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hey guys, Check out the dog I am fostering. Pepper is a male rat terrier mix (possibly a pure breed) about 8 months old, totally house broken, up to date on all shots, heart worm negative, on preventative and about the be neutered in the next couple weeks. He was a stray somewhere around Lafayette and rescued just before he was going to that big doghouse in the sky.<br /><br />He is up for adoption so if you or someone you know is interested, go here for more information:<br /><a href="http://www.petfinder.com/pet.cgi?action=2&pet=5339322&amp;adTarget=&SessionID=43737a6a6b5d926c-app1&amp;display=&preview=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;row=0&tmpl=&amp;stat=">Petfinders/Pepper</a><br /><br />He is great and Bruiser is actually warming up to him. They have been playing non-stop but Bruiser does put him in his place often and Pepper obeys, holds no grudges and plays on. Motor, my cat even tolerates him! He is very affectionate and loves to play ball. We even let him sleep in the bed and he does fine all night. He loves to curl up and take naps on or right next to me.<br /><br />Aint he a cutie!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-113163995630023311?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1130427325021002992005-10-27T08:35:00.000-07:002006-05-01T13:32:49.133-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/bruiser_halloween.4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/320/bruiser_halloween.4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Check out my friend's Blog<br /><a href="http://ameliathecat.blogspot.com/">Amelia's Adventures</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-113042732502100299?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11237928.post-1109969581455881792005-03-04T12:39:00.000-08:002005-10-13T11:35:32.663-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/1600/662080802106_0_SM1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5440/903/400/662080802106_0_SM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11237928-110996958145588179?l=bruiserthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562107840932902686noreply@blogger.com0