Charles Benjamin

Brussels Griffon
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Home:Sterling Heights, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Charlie, B, Charlie B, CB, Little B, Lowercase B, Benjamin Franklin

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

May 1st 2006

His Human and his bruther. :)

Nothing much, honestly. He's a pretty happy guy.

Favorite Toy:
Many of his favorite toys, sadly, had to be taken away, because he destroyed them. He is fond of his Kong, though. :)

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Around the subdivision.

Best Tricks:
Sitting, giving his paw, knowing almost instinctively when it's time to go in his crate... he's still learning others!

Arrival Story:
As posted in my July 5, 2006 livejournal entry... I wasn't sure which breed I was leaning toward until I found Dillion, the rescue dog on I was was truly happy for him when I learned he had been adopted, and was delighted to learn that the female he came in with, Ellie, had just had his pups. We applied to adopt one, once they were old enough, and then we waited. The only dilemma with them was that they are located in Cincinnati, Ohio, and since we are in the Detroit area, that would have been a heck of a long drive. Still, I wasn't too concerned about it, I thought it'd be a fun road trip. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was probably silly to travel all the way to almost Kentucky to get a dog. So I began to look around here, to see if there were any pups we could adopt locally. I found a few breeders, and called them just out of curiosity last week on Thursday (awe, a week ago today!)... I wasn't even completely serious about it. So I made the calls, made notes, and over the weekend, we went to the humane society and I went Up North with my Mom. Mom asked what breed I was looking into, and I told her a Brussels Griffon. She said she never heard of them, so I told her I'd e-mail the link from the AKC website. When she wrote back, she said the breed looks good, and suggested I try to find one in Michigan. Kevin has mentioned the same thing too. So with these opinions freshly in my head, I thought more seriously about one of the breeders I spoke to. On Tuesday (July 4) morning, Kevin and I talked in our living room. I told him about one of the breeders that I spoke to on Thursday. She seemed knowledgeable and her pups were reasonable in price. They had 5 puppies, sold two and now had 3 males left, one black, and two reds. One of the reds had a smooth coat. Ever since I saw Dillion, I knew I wanted a black Griffon. He told me to give the breeder a call. I did, and we spoke for a few minutes. One of the pups had been sold, and she had two left... I worried for a half a second that it was the black one, until she immediately said she had the black and smooth coat left. She said they'd be home all day, I got directions from her, got ready, and we headed off, making a quick stop at Mr. K's to get a timing light Kev needed to borrow for his Healey. Laura, the breeder, and her family, live in a cute Cape Cod just outside of Romeo. She opened the door, and we were immediately greeted by Soldier, the pup's father, a black Griffon, and Scarlet, the pup's mom, a red and black Griffon. Laura led us over to the puppies, who were kept in a sperate room, divided off by a baby gate. We walked into the pen, and oh my gosh, puppies!!! They jumped in my lap, they ran and jumped in Kevin's lap! They kept going back and forth! We sat and played with them for a while, and chatted with Laura, learning more about her, the pups, and the breed. We both agreed we liked the black one, who was the calmer of the two. Although he was calmer, he still has a lot of spunk! He jumped in our laps, tried to crawl up us, kissed us, and chewed on my watch and my arms. He peed on the newspaper Laura set up for him. I cheered him, saying "Good boy!" The other, I remember, had an accident just in front of Kevin! How can one blame a baby? Laura asked if we wanted to see him outside, and we said we did. I carried him outdoors, and we let him run about in their large front yard. Besides the dogs, the family also owns some cats, a bigger dog or two, chickens and 3 horses. We each had "our" time with him. Kevin went off with him for a while, by himself, and played with him. The pup rolled over on his back and flapped his long gets at him-- Laura said he is a "slapper," just like his father. I also went off just with him for a few, leaving Kev to talk to Laura. The pup played with a tiny ball, which looked more like a cat toy, and kept on walking behind the bushes that bordered the home's porch. We went back in the house, and began the process of adopting him. "What big days for him," Laura told us. "He was born on May Day and adopted on the 4th of July!" We put him back in the room with his brother. They curled up and went to sleep in their puppy bed. We took lots of pictures too. We filled out the papers and wrote the check. Laura, who happens to work in the vet near my newspaper, gave us some puppy food for him, some heartworm medicine, and also gave us a toy chipmunk, which they rubbed on his mom and brother, so he would have something with a scent he was used to (Kevin picked the chipmunk... the other choice was a skunk... "We don't want him thinking a skunk is his friend," he said later). We chatted with Laura and her husband for a few minutes (you can tell it was hard for them to see him go) and then we left. The pup cried a bit on the way home, and was a bit bouncy (he tried to crawl up on me and sit on my shoulder), but he was mostly fine. I called Katie on the way home and told her to come over to visit, because I missed her. She said she was busy, and was going out in an hour. "We've got a puppy," I said. "No you didn't," she said. "You’re right, we didn't." I said. "See, you're such a liar," she said. "He's black and weighs 3 pounds," I replied. Katie was quiet for a half a second, then squeeled something when she realized we really did get a pup. "Darnit, now that means I've got to come over," she said. She did, and it was fun. She opened the side door, walked in, and squeeled again when she saw him. She immediately ran to him and they played. And yes, what happened when Ezra was a pup, happened again... the puppy beat her up. I took pictures. It was great. She immediately said she is going to call him Benjamin Franklin, in honor of Independence Day. Dave came over too, which was fun. I'm sure he wasn't crazy about him at first (Kev's family has always had big dogs), but I know he thought he was cool because we caught him laughing at the puppy after a few minutes. Allie and Matt came over too and played with him for a while. Matt said we should name him Fezziwig. Ummm, no. Mom was having a busy day at work... she was overworked, as usually, which drives me crazy for her. I went over to the house a few minutes before she was due home, with the pup, of course. I had told her I had something for her, and to call me when she left work. She was a bit stressed from the job, but said she would. She called on her way home, when I was already over, getting the puppy acquainted with Ezra and Molly. Mom told me a patient of hers has a daughter that breeds Griffons. "She breeds, oh geez, what's the name of that dog? Brussel Sprouts?" We laughed, and she was telling me a bit about her. I told her thank you so much for finding info out for me, and I looked down and smiled at the baby in my arms. When Mom came home, I had my back to her, turned around, and saw the stress of the day melt from her face as she immediately scooped the pup up and gave him hugs! She is crazy about him. She played with him for a few, and we tried again to see how Ezra and Molly were about him. My Ezra gets jealous very easily, especially when I am involved, so he was a bit standoffish. Molly was too. Ezra tried to nip at him, but I pulled the baby away fast enough. David Wilson came by, so the baby got to meet him too. After they went out, I headed over to Nonna's, so they could meet. They loved each other too. We went home soon after. About 10 at night, Katie A called, and I invited her over. She stayed till about 12:30a.m., chatting and getting to know the baby, who slept most of the time (long day for him!). It was a good day. I am so happy with my pup. Everything happens for a reason... everyone, whether they are animal or human, comes into your life for a certain reason. I had no idea last Thursday, when I first called Laura, that I was speaking to the woman who had my puppy. It's amazing how life works.

Charlie was born on May 1, 2006. He was adopted on July 4, 2006 and, as a result, was given the middle name of 'Benjamin' in honor of Benjamin Franklin.

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It's my Birfday which means I'm not a puppy anymore!

May 1st 2007 7:12 am
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Today is my birfday! I am one!!!

After doing a bit of research online, I have learned this means I'm a big, grown-up dog! My human tells me I'll always be her puppy though!

I've never had a birfday before so I don't entirely know what to expect. Muther has been telling me today will be a fun day though, just as soon as she comes home from work! I hope she comes home soon because I miss her and want the fun times to start!

Happy Birfday to me, Charlie B!

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