Everybody loves a chubby puppy – except Air Canada.

Wow, sorry for the dry spell there – our hosting servers had a collective brainfart and screwed up our websites’ addresses, and nobody could find our stuff.  The problems seem to have been fixed (thank you again, Mario @ Casting Workbook!) and now we be back online.

Anyhoo…

My mom & step-dad have recently offered to fly Jeff & I to Ontario so we can visit family and friends. Having gratefully accepted their generous offer, we’re now busting our asses to get ready for the big trip.  Plans have to be made and itineraries formulated, and according to Air Canada,  Rumble’s ass has to be dramatically downsized.

We can’t leave him at home, either kenneled or with friends.  Rum hasn’t spent a day apart from me and maybe four away from Jeff, which I can confirm caused him a tiny doggie nervous breakdown.  I know it sounds like we’re being stereotypical overprotective faggy gay dog-parents… Well, we are, but if you say so I’ll break your arms.

Long story short, tho: Rum is a BIG little dog.  He’s all muscle, since Jeff hikes him to and from work five days a week and he sure as hell gets enough exercise what with the dog park and general play-time.  Still, he gets more than his share of dog noms, and his butt is wider than it should be.  It doesn’t help that my step-dad Dave works at Burgham Pet Products, and every Christmas sends us a giant crate of dog treats that lasts most of the following year.  Air Canada says the weight limit for dogs in the cabin is 10 kilos (bag & dog together) and Rum is 10 kg by himself. His bag is four pounds by itself, so the furry guy has to lose some weight.

We’ve taken just now to cutting down his usual half-can twice a day to 1/3, and no more dog cookies.  If anything, he’ll get a baby carrot or two.  We’ve also got a trip to the vet scheduled to see about any kind of diet food that might also help.

Can you guess how Rumble’s reacting, after three and a half years of getting whatever he wants as long as he high-fives, or speaks, or just makes sad Disney-puppy eyes at us?

This dog is going to murder us in our sleep.

About Christopher

Married to a sweet fella, proud papa to tiny, furry sweet fella. Enjoys beer, pop-culture junkie-ing and ronking with the best of them. My personal philosophy is summed up thusly: "Zombie robots will fuck your shit up."
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