Made my Day Mondays - Gas Chamber

I cant really say that this made my day in a positive way but it certainly gets me started each day with a laugh and a turn of the stomach. As most of you out there know, I am on the road with my Bulldog. What many may not know, however, is that Bulldogs are brachycephalic. This means that their tiny little noses are too freaking shirt and they have to "reverse sneeze" every now and then to get air. This leads to too much air in their system which must get out.

When Rambo was a puppy, he got the air out through swallowed burps and got the hiccups every few hours. Now he just farts. ALL the time. And they are bad. They aren't little puppy toots that you smell and everyone in the room blames it on the dog. They are Crop dusting, loud, Rambo is walking from the kitchen to the back porch farting the whole way kind of toots. And this is 24 - 7. We have learned to live with it... except I get the pleasure of living with it much more than Rambo's daddy does.

Since we are on the road, we cant travel with Rambo's kennel all the time. He is kennel trained so we lock him in the bathroom at night so that he doesn't break his routine. Here is the problem: He is locked in a bathroom from 10:30 - 6 am with him, his toy moosey, and his farts. So every morning at 6 am when I get him out for his morning walk, I am walking into a room sized gas chamber. You can smell the trapped puppy gas in there and man it is dank!

I need to get a House with a kennel so that there is more room for those farts to air out before morning!

RAMBO's Half Birthday

I plan to update later this evening with some more Etsy Roadtrip posts but for now I would like to celebrate my dogs half birthday. Today he is six whole month old. Lets take just a moment to review the last 6 months ! You will notice that he gets progressively uglier each month.

ROADTRIP through the eyes of Rambo

I had the pleasure of taking my baby bulldog Rambo with me on the road. He was the perfect backseat companion. He was good most of the trip, but every time we had to stop at a gas station, he was frantic when my BF got out of the car. He didnt much care if I was there or not, but man did he hop to when his daddy was gone. I have put together some pictures of the puppy through each of the cities. (I took more pictures of Rambo on the trip than I did of the scenery)

Here he is!

Aint he cute? He spent a good deal of time trying to sneak into the front seat. At 40 lbs, he was rather hard to push away when he was fighting me for attention. When he finally lost the battle, he would usually end up like the last image, where he put his huge head on the center console. The top picture is a good representation of every gas station along the way. It was so hot outside and we had all of our belongings in the car, so my BF and I would take turns going in to the gas station or rest stop so someone could remain in the air conditioned car with Rambo. This was fine, because Rambo could then pretend that he was driving.