Ch Bruin Grizzy Bear
Beccie is the daughter of our beloved
Sarge (Aust Grand Ch GrizzMuffley Delirious) and Bruin
Mystic Meg (Bee Bee). She is a lovely fawn girl with
excellent pigmentation, bite, boning, substance, movement,
turn of stifle and topline. Beccie has lovely type
and the most beautiful dark eyes. She's also full
of herself!! And we love it.
Fearless, fabulous and wild,
this girl loves to show off and believes that the
show ring is her territory. "Watch out here I
come" could be her motto. We just have to teach
her that it really isn't necessary to kiss the Judge
when they say hello, however much she would like to,
or that everyone she meets needs a bullmastiff to
lean on them or lay in their lap.
Beccie is such pleasure
to have around and is full of the fire and mischief
of all of the gang. She would like to be firmly in
charge of the rest of the pack, or if we could make
her an only child, that would be her dream come true.
Beccie loves to dance and if you hum music suitable
for a Conga line she will join in with her own bum
wiggling, hip swinging dance moves. She is known to
us as 'Beccie BumGrub' and answers very swiftly to
'Bum Bum, where's my Bum Bum' :) She also answers
to 'Bumbalina', 'Devil Child' and when she's being
NORTY, 'Rebecca Jane Bruin-GrizzMuffley-Klok-Wehmeier'
lets her know to haul her butt to you quickly - which
she does. Beccie is a very smart girl and lives to
please you and be adored.
We are awestruck by her.
She is simply divine and we are all in love with our
'Devil from Penrose'.
Stacey and Beccie’s accounts of pregnant life from
confirmation of pregnancy, through to the birth of
the "Bum Stahrs".
We hope you enjoy sharing our journey.
13th January 2010
Stacey: I am so excited. Bren is
too. Tonight we go to the vet’s for an ultrasound
to confirm that Bummy is expecting Stahr’s babies.
We definitely think she’s pregnant. Fingers crossed.
Beccie: These people are wierd.
They keep rubbing my belly and kissing it and Mum
keeps telling Dad how my boobs are growing. Obsessed
I tell you. They need lives.
Stacey: Woo Hoo our baby is expecting!!
When we saw those little bubs pop up on the ultrasound
it was the most beautiful thing. I felt like bawling.
Bren had the best grin on his face. On the way home
he turned to me and said “My boy is going to be a
Father!” I think it has sunk in at last.
Beccie: Yeah yeah I know. I’m pregnant,
duffed, got buns in the oven, in the family way. Silly
buggers. I already knew that. Those treats from Michael
the vet were nice. Didn’t last long though. Must tell
him next time to cough some more up.
14th January 2010
Stacey: Still floating about Bummy
being pregnant. She looks just so gorgeous. Her little
baby pot belly makes me want to snuggle it and boy
her boobs are growing! She looks great.
Beccie: God does this woman never
stop? The only saving grace from her sickening baby
talk is the milk and egg of a morning. Mind you Dad
is getting just as bad. Huh, at least I’m getting
the extras and Shadowe’s not. Snicker. That’ll teach
that brindle hag who’s the REAL BABY!!
15th January 2010
Stacey: Thank God it’s Friday. That
means it’s also nearly 5 weeks pregnant for Beccie.
Wow, we have so much to do to get ready! Gee she looks
beautiful. She really seems to glow.
Beccie: Spare me. I thought she
couldn’t get any worse. I have 4 more weeks of this
drivel to put up with. Oh well, at least I’m getting
spoilt - so I should be. I am the best you know. When
the babies come we’ll see if all of that poop wipes
the grin off Mum’s face. Bet she’ll drive me nuts
taking photos. I’ve seen her in action before and
she’s a freakazoid.
16th January 2010
Stacey: Bummy looks bigger now and
she's starting to need to go to the toilet earlier
of a morning. She didn't run around like a looney
when the water truck came this morning thankfully.
She must realise that a lady in her condition has
to slow down a little bit. What a clever girl. I wonder
how many she'll have and how many boys and girls.
I just hope everything is nice and easy for her. She's
just so beautiful.
Beccie: Hey she can keep up this
milk and egg caper but the lazy woman needs to move
faster when I am busting to pee I tell ya. Oh hang
on, I did wake her up earlier than usual for that.
A HA - proof positive. Mum is my willing slave. I
am gonna milk this for all it's worth baby! And as
if I would chase the water truck. Sheesh - I'm saving
my energy to put up with Grunt yabbering on all of
the time and to yell insults at Shadowe. A girl has
priorities you know.
Beccie: I've finally hit the jackpot.
It's about time. The power went out this arvo as we
had a big storm. So Dad and Mum got out the Crib Board
to play a few hands. But they also had hot snacks
- I'm talking pan fried Kabana with 4 sauces. I was
sitting with them playing Referee to make sure Dad
didn't cheat at cards (he's a bit of a shark according
to his Granny) and I scored big time on the snacks.
Mum goes to eat it and then looks at me and I turn
on those "Oh poor little me eyes" and the
dear sweet sucker is lost. That's how I get what I
want. I just turn it on for Mum. Dad's not quite so
easily sucked in but I have him figured too. These
days, I just wiggle my little baby pot belly at him
and he's lost. I have it good. This pregnancy thing
is a good joy ride. Aunty Ek was crazy when she said
it was full of morning sickness that resulted in spitting
out 15 watermelons. I can't get a straight answer
on it from Grandma Katie - she just goes all gooey
and talks about little bubbas to kissy wissy woo woo.
I'm not asking that brindle beatch Shadowe about it.
She only sticks her nose in the air and smirks at
me. Hag. Little does she realise, she's going to be
a Step-Grandmother. Ha ha ha - I'm gonna get the last
laugh here. I am a bit worried about watermelons though.
It sounds gross. Maybe Aunty Ek is just teasing. If
I wake up in the morning still worried I'll try asking
Mum and Dad - that thought is scary all round really.
They don't refer to Mum as a Weapon of Mass Confusion
for nothing. Dad's cool - but he's a BLOKE. According
to Ek, his version of the birds and the bees (breeding
babies) is way freaky and very graphically descriptive.
17th January 2010
Stacey: It's now 5 weeks since Beccie
and Stahr had their last romantic encounter. Beccie
is looking 'fuller' all of the time and has taken
on a rather smug look about her. This morning when
we were having our kisses and I was kissing the babies
in her tummy, I looked down and man this girl is getting
a great bust on her. Brendan did a double take when
I pointed it out. She seems to be feeling really good
in herself and keeping active but sensible. That's
a bit of a change from my wild thing. Usually she's
as much of a Mad March Hare as Grunt and Skahr are!
She got a new bed today and has spent plenty of time
in the sun snoozing in it airing her belly. I wonder
if it is like having a bunch of little heaters in
We were going to bath all of the kids today but have
decided to do them next weekend. It's worming night
tonight and we've got a good batch of 'Decepta Grub'
cooked up in the pot to go over their bikkies. It
has vegies, pasta, chicken, sausages and gravy in
it. Snikker. They'll never find those worm pills hiding
under that. It's a shame they don't make meat flavoured
worming syrup for adults like they do for puppies.
I can still see Shadowe trying to steal the worming
syrup before her babies could get it - even she loved
Beccie: RIght well I planned on
asking Mum about Echoe and her freaking watermelons,
but I couldn't get any sense out of her. She went
on and on about how her baby was having babies and
"oooooo we must kissy the little bubbas in the
Bum Bum's tum tum and tell them how much we love them".
Then when that finally stopped she was off about the
boobs again. I am going to have to ask my Aunties
Nat, Pip and Lynda to have a talk to her about this.
Dad's no help. Damn woman has infected him with that
On another note, I think she's up to something and
I know none of us are going to like it. It involves
our dinner. I know this because I could hear her and
Dad giggling and whispering while they were cooking
in the big pot. Thankfully that bath idea went out
of the window. Now we can all have a peaceful day
snoring in the sun with that wonderful breeze that's
blowing. I am still however worried about watermelons.
(You can tell it's a weekend by the way - Mum has
time to type more and to take more dictation from
me. I wonder if she thinks about me when she's at
work? Bet she does because I am the best. I am THE
28th January 2010
Stacey: Best laid plans.....bloody
technology. We have had computer problems and so have
lost days in this precious diary. That frustrates
me too much. It's been a busy time, between caring
for the kids, having fun on time outs with the kids
and friends (it's been 7 weeks since we've been to
a dog show - how wierd - too bloody hot and we always
take this time of year off, but boy that seems odd)
hydrobathing kids, working, trying desperately to
get everything done at work and at home so I can really
enjoy the 8 weeks off coming up and of course watching
Bummy's every move. When the girls are pregnant it
is such a funny time for us. We are overjoyed at the
thought that new babies are coming but also hoping
that everything will go well and return the effort
into doing our best to make sure we have done the
best job we can in choosing the parents and looking
after our girls (and boys) - most of all that our
darling little girl will be safe throughout it all,
deliver easily and find motherhood just a wonderful
experience. Our experience with losing our Rah is
never far from our minds - but we do our best not
to let that make us panic merchants. It is hard though.
ENOUGH STACEY!! Positive thoughts girlie.
Beccie looks wonderful. She hasn't missed a beat
and is taking good care of herself. She is not a lazy
slug, but is definitely not an idiot brain wild child.
The un-preggers version of Bummy is wild, crazy and
very full on. The almost 7 weeks preggers version
shows more of the internal wisdom that has always
been there and a very maternal and thoughtful approach
to life. She is starting to find her body uncomfortable
though and now will not lay on her belly. She is on
her side now to rest. I have been watching the mound
of babies and looking for those ripples of bubba kicks.
Not long to go now. We will move her onto two feeds
a day tomorrow as she can't handle small brekky and
big dinner any more. She needs us to split the day's
tucker into smaller and more evenly regular portions.
She's so beautiful. What on Earth did we do to be
blessed with this gorgeous child? So lucky.
Beccie: Mum and Dad have become
completely nutty. Like looney tunes fussy nutters
that don't stop kissing me and telling me how beautiful
I am. I mean I love to be adored - more than your
average Bullmastiff does - which is obvious because
I AM NOT YOUR AVERAGE BULLMASTIFF - but this is freaky.
Ah what the heck. I may as well suck it up and play
it out for all it's worth. Can't hurt.
I do think though that this soppy behaviour is infectious.
Aunty Ek has this dreamy look on her face when I try
to ask her about watermelons. I still don't have an
answer about that and am becoming more concerned.
The scary thing about that is that Ek is far from
dippy. Grunt seems to alternate between fussing about
me and sulking about some event called "Not being
the baby in the house anymore". What the hell
is that? I am THE BABY and always will be. Maybe she's
just "cute, not real bright"? Nah, Grunt's
smart - she is my half sister after all. We are very
intelligent ladies. Then there's my Daddy - Big Sargey.
What is going on with that man? Me and him are like
Super Ninjas - we take on the world and set it to
rights. He has become like a pipe smoking Grandpa
rocking in his chair, looking pleased with himself
and telling me how I should take good care of myself.
If he puts those big dreamy brown eyes over me with
that fatherly concern again, I'll vomit. Let's go
kick some ass Dad. Because we rule the world. Yeah
Grunt can come too, but she'd better do as she's told.
That brindle THING, Shadowe, has me most worried.
Like me and her just like hate each other hey. But
she's stopped yelling insults and smirking at me.
She looks at me with this motherly
concern and a really loving smile......life is getting
freaky here. Seriously. I need my two legged Aunties
or even better my Grandma Bec to come and straighten
these loonies out. I think they are starting to make
me soft. Mind you, I really am looking forward to
having little babies. I have been looking forward
to this. God I hope they are not ugly. Ha! Like they
could be. I am gorgeous and Stahr is drop dead spunktastic
(if anyone tells him I said that I'll smack the snot
out of them - I like to keep him keen afterall), and
we both come from a long line of awesomely sensationally
beautiful. But of course I am the most beautiful -
not that you need reminding but it never hurts. Anyway,
I need to go pee - the little Grubs inside seem to
sit on my bladder a lot these days - so you lot sod
off and have your dinner - sorry that was aimed at
Mummy and Daddy - not my adoring fans. For my Fans,
stay cool, stay PHAT and most of all remember - your
Parents might be freakeeeeeeeeeeee, but they luvs
ya in spite of your awesomeness. xxxxxxxxx (Did I
just put kisses on this? What Tha.....? That bloody
woman has infected me too!! Arrrrgghhhhh!!)
29th January 2010
Stacey: Bummy is seriously looking
huge. She's getting coffee table wide and there are
two weeks to go! I am now 7 working days away from
being at home with her for 8 weeks. Sigh. 8 weeks
being a stay at home Mum. Can't wait. Man she looks
gorgeous. On another note, gee Grunt grew today. She
seems to have filled out during the day and I swear
her head got bigger. Awesome kids.
Beccie: Still no news on the watermelon
front. I am getting a sneaky suspicion about it though
based on the squirming going on inside me. Mum just
told me that they have to come out the way they went
in. Is she kidding? That's obscene. She's sick. Scarily
though it matches up with the dribs and drabs Aunty
Ek has put out there that resemble some kind of sense
and not the dribbley baby talk. I have decided to
try to stop thinking about it and focus instead on
how to get comfortable when laying down. This on your
side thing is odd, considering I've always been a
sprawled on your guts or flopped wide on your back
girl. Mum and Dad also keep mentioning coffee tables
and they are on about the boobs again. It's no wonder
I am confused. I think it's best if I do what I always
do when it becomes apparent that the Village has lost
their resident idiot and I have to put up with the
poor lost being - turn on my chocolate eyes and milk
it. Sigh, it's almost too easy and I should feel guilty.
But I don't. Life is good. As it should be for me.
I am the best after all.
2nd February 2010
Stacey: God I am nackered. Bren
is the same. We are trying to get on top of things
ahead of schedule here and work is beyond insane.
I don't know how to describe it. I just want the awesome
folks I work with to not have any worries while I
am away so am trying to get things done way in advance.
I am also booked to fly to Far North Qld in about
6 weeks and deliver an address to a graduate group
for an hour. I so want that to be perfect - so tomorrow
I will sketch that out and sort out other things -
and deliver a presentation on 'what I do'. I am really
excited about the FNQ trip. Beccie looks awesome -
but huge. I will feel better when she has had the
babies and is okay. She's so gorgeous.
Beccie: I'm fat. Mum keeps telling
me I'm PHAT but she's blind. Walking up the hill is
exhausting. I hope Stahr feels this fat and uncomfortable.
I'll give him 'oh you are so sexy Beccie'!! Here I
am in my rotund glory. Don't worry - I'm not in prison
for long, only while they feed the common rabble.
Then I go back to ruling this place.
3rd February 2010
Stacey: My Bummy is huge. Well not
my bum, but my Beccie. (Mind you,
my butt could use a tone up!) We are on the downhill
run now. I am doing my usual fret, but trying to keep
myself grounded. Our girl is healthy and fit. All
will be well.
Beccie: OMG I am so humungous. All
of that 'babies come from the cabbage patch' mythology
is crap! Suddenly I have realised the God AWFUL truth
about Aunty Echoe's watermelon ramblings. I am seriously
starting to freak out about this. Aunty Ek has assured
me that everything swells to accomodate them coming
out.....but does it suck back up nice and neat? Crap.
I so hope so. I would hate to have any long term SAG
from this. It would be better if Daddy would stop
telling me those horrible droopy titty stories. Grandma
Katie, Auntie Ekky and THAT THING Shadowe have all
had babies and they don't have long droopy boobs.
5th February 2010
Stacey: Very eventful day today.
Thankfully Bren is okay. I would be shattered without
him. In baby news, Beccie is just ready to bust I
think. She looks great and seems very content in herself.
Grunt is being a real TERD. As are most of the kids
- when it's raining they get stir crazy. Except for
Echoe - who just gets needy. But that's all cool.
It just means it's easier to charm kisses out of her.
She will be devastated when we set up the whelping
box as she knows it means she moves to the kitchen
instead of owning the futon and waterbed.
Beccie: Let's just set the
record straight here. I am not being a total piggy
at dinner time, but my waistline seems to have a mind
of it's own and I think it's like disco central inside
me. Mum's doing this funny behaviour - kind of like
watching the drunk sugar gliders doing aerial tricks
tring to dodge the little bats. I think you call it
'cat on a hot tin roof'? Anyway, insane woman took
another pic of me today and she insists that I show
'pregggg-ahh-nnn-ant frog dog' look. Please don't
share this on U-tube or Facebook (Mum says it's a
psycho haunting ground by the way). My family are
embarrassing enough without me looking like a beached
whale. Thankfully Green Peace are currently busy.
I don't want to be mistakenly rolled into the ocean....
10th February 2010
Stacey: It's been a horrible few
days. The loss of Sargey on Sunday
is more than I think I can take. Thankfully I am on
leave now and can spend time with Beccie and just
try to take it all in. She's been a fidget bum today.
We are in the whelping box now and she's nesting away
and panting. I hope it all goes well.
Beccie: Mum and Dad are really sad
and I am too. I miss Sargey. But I think at last I
have worked out the watermelon thing. OMG. That's
all I can say.
17th February 2010
Stacey: Well the 9 little babies
were born on the 12th after a c section. Bummy is
handling everything really well! She is such a fabulous
mother and we are so prouod of her. It has been so
busy and I confess that I do waste a lot of time snuggling
babies when I should be doing other things, like keeping
up to date with our diary!
Beccie: OMG alright. Aunty Echoe
was right about watermelons and where they have to
come out of. Thankfully that nice vet Lucy rescued
me from the worst of it!! I have 9 babies (plus 2
little ones in Heaven), 5 boys and 4 girls and they
are the best looking babies you will ever see. They
whinge and yell and pull on my boobs and man when
they poop it is yucko! I am sure that when I was a
baby my poop didn't smell at all. Actually it did,
like roses. It has to have. I'm perfect afterall.
That Stahree keeps sticking his head in and checking
on us. I don't know whether I love him or if I have
to just eat him and be done with it. I mean he's gorgeous
and all, but my figure is ruined! Mum assures me it
is not and that this is temporary, but check out the
pic below. God my boobs will never be perky again
and it's ALL HIS FAULT!
26th February 2010
Stacey: All is going well and the
babies are booming! Beccie is the best mother you
could ask for and we are really pleased with our babies.
I should be doing a better job updating this website
but I get sidetracked with other stuff - mostly kissing
the babies!! All of the big kids are well and Grunt
is being her usual wicked self. Echoe has turned into
team leader mischief (she always was anyway) and Shadowe
is baby obsessed. Mad bunch.
Beccie: Ho hum I'm gorgeous I know.
I hear it every day. I also hear about what a great
mother I am. Seriously, how hard is this. I lay down,
Mum and Dad plug the babies on, they pull on my knockers
(which are huge by the way!), I go to sleep and when
I wake up my boobs are lighter, the babies are all
clean and Mum and Dad are grinning at me. Apparently
in other homes you have to lick up the baby pee and
poo. How GROSS is that! I don't have to do that. It
is all taken care of for me. I just get to enjoy being
a Mummy. I had fun this morning. I went for a stroll
and started a riot with Ek, Skahr and Razzy. Ha ha
- I strutted past them flashing my womanly loveliness
and they all went off their brains with jealousy.
Suckers. Nah nah nah nah nah - I'm getting fed four
times a day!! And I'm getting anything I want! Llife
is better than good. It's just as it was meant to
be for me - because I am the best you know.
Check out the kids and I below. We are gorgeous and
we know it.