I’m back from my annual trek to Pennsylvania for the Montgomery County weekend – this time by air.
Did I tell you I hate flying with dogs? No? Well, I hate flying with dogs. I really hate flying with dogs when nobody at Air Canada can give me a straight answer, the flight is delayed and we lose an hour to make our connection, and it culminates with a flight attendant bending over our seats to advise “you’re not going to like this but your dog is still at Customs” just as the doors of the plane are about to close; followed by a subsequent last moment deplaning and an all-nighter at Toronto Pearson trying to scrounge food for a hungry dog and some sleep for myself in the wretched torture chairs they acquired from East German government surplus.
We did some good winning. Not as much as we wanted, but enough.
I need some rest, but I should be back into some sort of blogging routine tomorrow.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of “Roadie” (CanCh.Minuteman Boardwalk) when he’s not lying in a crate being hand fed a egg and cheese breakfast biscuit from Tim Horton’s.



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