Email This Post HomeHumorCliff-Diving Dogs of Maryland: Braque du Bourbonnais Amy Vansant January 9, 2013 Humor 34 Comments I’ve written about Brock the Braque du Bourbonnais, my Bother-in-Law’s dog before, including the repulsive way he tries to endear himself to people by making the world’s ugliest dog face. Brock the Braque du Bourbonnais‘ “Love me?” face. Apparently, in French, Braque du Bourbonnais means “little dog with well-deserved insecurity issues.” We babysat Gollum’s less attractive brother over Christmas. During that magical week, we took him for a walk on a forest trail flanked by trees on one side, and a 20ft dead drop to a shallow, muddy inlet on the other. Brock spent most of the walk ripping through the thorn-choked underbrush looking for anything that resembled a bird so he could tear it to pieces and proudly drop it at our feet. He likes turning birds into modern art. He’s a bird Cuisinart. He once caught a bird while on the leash, until we screamed in horror and he spat it out like a cartoon cat, feathers exploding as the shaken wren flew to safety. After that, we saw very few birds in the yard when Brock visited. Word got around. Did I mention Braque du Bourbonnais dogs are rare? Shocking, I know.* Anyway, on this particular walk, Brock periodically checked in with us to show off his bloodied ears and scratched sides and then went tearing into the bushes again. Brambles and pain mean nothing to dog drunk on bird pheromones, so Brock didn’t think twice when some bird’s trail led directly off the edge of the 20 foot cliff. Before we could scream sense into his little shedding head, Brock parachuted off the cliff like a flying squirrel. Mike & I bolted to the edge and peered over. Hip deep in stinky black mud, freakishly long tongue lolling out, Brock stared back up at us like, “Hey! How’d you guys get all the way up there? Do you see any birds?” The damn dog already reeked. If you sat in a room eating nothing but beans, hard boiled eggs and teenagers’ attitudes for a week, you couldn’t muster up the sheer, unadulterated stank of Brock’s toots. When he finally went home with his family I couldn’t even let Mike kiss me for a week due to the Pavlovian-vomit response I’d developed listening to the sound of Brock’s ass-lips smacking open. All week, I’d hear that little kissing noise, and then a cloud of Brock’s personal brand of mustard gas would envelop me. It’s like the Bother-in-Law brought us Pandora’s box, opened it, and tossed it into our house like a hand grenade. All the world’s evils leaked from Brock’s butt. We found draping a blanket over Brock trapped the toots. And made him look like an old Gypsy woman, which was a HUGE bonus. Now, the little bastard was covered in bay mud, which really, was like Dolce & Gabbana cologne compared to his toots, but still, not good. Plus, we feared he was stuck, which meant soon we’d be plunging off the cliff, because people get pretty judgey when you leave their dog hip-deep in bay mud for a week. Even family. To our relief, Brock the Braque du Bourbonnais finally unstuck himself from the mud and did his best to return to us. He did this by repeatedly slamming himself into the side of the cliff and then sliiiiding, all four limbs splayed out, nails creating little furrows down the face of the wall, back into the mud. He did this… oh… maybe thirty times. It was like watching a Wile E. Coyote cartoon on infinite loop. Finally, Brock found a slightly more manageable incline and made it back up to us and our oblivious Labradoodle, Gordon. Gordon couldn’t understand why his little cousin went plunging off a cliff when there was plenty of deer smells all over the perfectly clean trail. We all headed for home, mud drying on Brock’s legs. He looked like an unfired clay pot by the time we reached our doorstep. We picked him up with a towel, put him in the tub, and gave him a bath. Afterwards, Brock thanked me for his bath the only way he knew how. He walked over to where I lounged on the sofa, flipped onto his back in mid-air and slammed his skull into my face, desperately trying to push his tiny skull into my larger skull through my eye socket. Such a cutie. * Yes, I know Brock is unique, and a runt, and that he probably spent some time wearing his own umbilical cord as a tie. I also know not a whole lot of time was spent training him correctly to hunt. I know there are probably other excellent Braque du Bourbonnais dogs out there, so if you’re a breeder or owner, don’t bother pointing out all the charms of other Braque du Bourbonnais. Sweeping generalizations are just funnier than real life and I’m going to continue thinking Braque du Bourbonnais are what happens when cartoon dogs come to life.** ** But understand, in dog ThunderDome, Labradoodles kick Braque du Bourbonnais’ asses every time. Ever. Period. About Latest Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) New Series Poll, Giveaways - April 18, 2019 Pineapple Port Challenge Winners - April 11, 2019 Pineapple Port #9 Cover Reveal - April 2, 2019 34 Responses Nicole January 9, 2013 Wow, he’s… uhm… charming? 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 9, 2013 Yeah… he’s.. uh… a special little man. 0 likes Reply Anu March 29, 2014 What a twisted sense of humor. You really should think properly what dog breed you choose – if you need one at all. And if your dog does not obey, keep him at its leash. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant March 31, 2014 What a sick sense of reading a story you have. The first sentence says it isn’t my dog. 1 likes Alinthecounty January 9, 2013 I love it when one dog looks at another dog like they’re a complete idiot. Hooray for Gordon the Labradoodle for telling it like it is. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 9, 2013 Gordon looks at US like we’re idiots. 0 likes Reply Christine Lowe October 5, 2016 Is it possible you are idiots? Just saying 0 likes Sarah January 9, 2013 He sounds like a bad ass. Stalking birds, flying over cliffs, letting out noxious fart fumes. Why, he can even pull off the old gypsy woman look! 1 likes Reply Tiffany N. York January 9, 2013 That first shot looks like he came straight out of the Alien movie. Who knew there was a dog named after a bottle of wine? 1 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 I think the French name everything after a bottle of wine. At least that’s what my French friend, Thunderbird, tells me. 0 likes Reply Tressa January 9, 2013 Funny as hell. 1 likes Reply Carrie January 9, 2013 I so needed this today. Laughing out loud (at work of course, so plenty of people to look at me like I’m an idiot) 1 likes Reply Michele Drier January 9, 2013 Oh man, I write vampire romance novels and I HAVE to get one of these dogs! Those red, glowing eyes! Those lovely white fangs! This is great, thanks! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 9, 2013 We’ve been told his submissive “smile” that looks like he’s bloodthirsty is unique to him and his mother. But I can probably get you a good deal on him… 0 likes Reply Joe February 24, 2013 I have two Braques that both “smile”. we call it the “Shark Face” Awesome dogs. 2 likes Natalie the Singingfool January 9, 2013 No odor can match that of my pit bull’s gaseous emissions as we changed his food to the healthy kind. My husband and I are considering purchasing stock in gas masks. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 You know, my sister-in-law blames it on our healthy food. Because we love OUR dog. 0 likes Reply Winopants January 9, 2013 There’s a lot to be said for a dog that provides this much entertainment 🙂 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 That is an excellent point. And an excellent username you have there. 0 likes Reply Christian at Point Counter-Point Point Point January 9, 2013 Are you sure Brock is a dog? That first picture looks more like a demon spawn than a dog. 0 likes Reply Terrye January 9, 2013 You should rent him out for children’s parties. I bet he’d be great! The only dog I’ve ever had that was that brand of ‘special’ was a Labraherdsky (Lab, German Shepard, Husky). The guy we got her from was teaching her to fetch on the top of a 3 story building (that was surrounded by flight line on the island of Shemya on the Aleutian Islands – hence the reason he wasn’t on the ground). The ball went over the edge and so did she. Brilliant dog. Smart as a cracked brick. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 What the… wait, how does “the island of Shemya” explain why someone was teaching a dog how to fetch ON A ROOF? Is that like part of their religion? 0 likes Reply Terrye January 10, 2013 The island is at the very end of the Alaskan Aleutian chain…it’s basically just a HUGE rock that the air force decided to put an air strip on. It’s not uncommon to go out there for what you think is a 2 week stay and get stuck there for a month because of bad weather. It can drive you crazy. 😀 0 likes Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 Oh! Is that the island that was in The Big Year about the bird watching? Sounds like it – or nearby, anyway. Ah, hold on. I hate it when people ask me things they could easily google… the movie island was Attu Island. 0 likes Terrye January 10, 2013 Same chain of islands, but I believe Shemya is a couple of hundred miles further south out in the middle of nowheresville. 🙂 Attu is a paradise compared to it. 0 likes Judy Black January 9, 2013 If all Labradoodles are like the one in my dog’s obedience class they would win the dog thunderdom . I paid money to try to get something that dog already had. (We failed )You have a gift for writing , let me tell you about English Setters…. I won’t bore you with details but if I wasn’t against dog crushed birds I’d save a lot on my grocery bill. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 This is true. We like to claim credit for Gordon but most of his best things came with him at birth. 0 likes Reply Nina Potts January 10, 2013 Now I will remember to only read your blogs before midnight (because they’re like gremlins?). Actually I might wake my girlfriend and several snoring/farting dogs. Whenever we get a dog with a blanket/sheet/towel/washcloth over their head we nickname them Babushka. Which might be racist or something. (They can hide under washcloths because they’re chihuahuas. So many chihuahuas…). So now you have another nickname for him when he comes to visit. 0 likes Reply SarcasticNinja January 10, 2013 The first photo will be giving me nightmares, but he’s actually quite cute as a mysterious gypsy woman! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 10, 2013 I have to agree. He’s ADORABLE as a the woman from Thinner. (and don’t tell anyone, but we sort of love him.) 0 likes Reply Jen January 10, 2013 Ah, sounds like he has a similar gas problem as my Bernese Mtn Dog. I have got to get that under control. It’s painful smelling him. These purebred dogs are delicate flowers. 0 likes Reply Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd January 14, 2013 My sister used to work at a physical therapy clinic for dogs, and I went to visit one day, and a dog there was making that crazy smile face, and I felt so bad for whatever neurological trauma she had endured, and my sister told me, no, that’s just her way of saying hi. I wonder if she had terrible toots too, like if it’s a genetic combo. 0 likes Reply zrusilla January 13, 2014 My Braque du Bourbonnais is usually addressed as The Beast instead of his name. Occasionally he is Crazy Beast, Stupid Beast or Damned Beast. We love him to death anyway though. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant January 13, 2014 I’m sure your beast is lovely. Brock was the runt and he’s…er… special. 0 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!