Category Archives: Life With Rumble

It’s been a long, long time…

It’s been a while. So, what’s new? Oh, we’re moving!

Yep, we are moving. In just 2 days – well, 36 hours-ish. Friday Morning Chris and I will be joined by a couple of helpful guys (well paid guys) to load up a truck and hit the road.

We’re returning to the scene of many youthful crimes. Or adventures, more to the point. And that’s what this will be.

Join us over at http://StratfordOrBust.com to follow our adventures. We’ll be experimenting with blogging from the road and shooting some video and posting a ton of pictures.

Of course Rumble will be along for the ride. It wouldn’t be an adventure without that crazy little schnauzer.

Rumble Rose and bad dog owners

So our poor little pup, Rumble Rose, had to spend today in the shop for minor repairs.

Translation – we, being bad dog owners, don’t brush his teeth enough and we had to take him to the vet to have it done professionally.

This means he underwent sedation and all kinds of stress, I’m sure. Poor Rumble. Anyway, I got a call from the vet a while ago and they said “We’re happy to tell you that Mr. Rumble Rose is doing just fine!” which is always good news.

During his intake this morning (without breakfast, so he was grumpy) the tech said scary things like “If we have to extract more than 4 teeth, should we call you?” which causes all kinds of panic inducing thoughts.

He also hid a couple of minor lumps checked over. Results for those are still pending, but the vets seemed to think they were just fatty build-ups and nothing too serious. That’d be good news.

In the end, we have to brush Rumble’s teeth more often. Like at all. I’m sure that would help.

How Rumbled helped me understand coffee

So much StarbucksEvery once in a while an event takes place that helps you see what’s going on more clearly. What you see is not always good, as was the case this morning when I dropped my coffee.

You all know, friends, that I’ve got a mild Starbucks coffee habit. If you don’t, go ask one of the baristas with which I am on first name basis (Shouts to Diary, Sonia, Shinny, Peter & Remy) and they’ll confirm it. They all know my order and sometimes have it ready before I finish paying. This is sometimes a good thing, but most likely not great in the “grand scheme.”

The morning pattern in the Rose house runs something like this. Chris gets up early and works his ass off working out for a few hours, then I get up with the dog. While Chris and I get him ready for his day he inevitably asks “Do you need a coffee? I’ve got a few minutes if we hurry.” to which I sometimes give that confused look that either means “Coffee? Me? Well, I hadn’t thought about it.” or “What’s your deal? Why are you even asking? Why are you playing games?!” after which we bundle everyone up and head out the door with the dog in tow.

Chris heads off walking Rumble so the poor dog (?) can do his morning business and I toddle off to Starbucks where I order the. exact. same. thing. every. day. And they know it. Once in a while when Chris hasn’t had enough breakfast or on a weekend, I append his order to mine. Which causes confused looks (Hi Shinny). We then meet up somewhere between Starbucks and home where I take the dog and head upstairs while Chris runs for the SkyTrain.

This is where today’s tragedy happened. Rumble and I get to the front door and there’s 2 dogs at the curbside doing what they do and a lady with a fuzzy little dog coming to the door. Rumble’s all confused/amazed/surprised/excited by this and is trying to play with/eat them all. I’m digging for my keys with my right hand (thumb aching as usual) and coffee & leash in the left (which is fine).

Dead coffeeAll of a sudden Rumble zigs or zags or something and down goes the cup, which being made of paper and a bit of plastic, immediately pops it’s top and spills all over right outside the front door. And of course the building cleaning lady is standing right there while this happens. Luckily the coffee didn’t land on any dogs or people!

Rumble was not the least bit remorseful and barely even scared. I pick up my cup and leave some dignity on the ground and head upstairs. This is when the realizations happened.

I was processing my grief when I suddenly realized I was processing my grief. Over a cup of coffee. I couldn’t believe I dropped it, I was angry with the dog, I told myself I could cope and get another one, I was sad that I lost it and finally decided to suck it up and head to Starbucks again. Once I was done with the 5 stages I started to think about what had happened and how I felt about it. I mean, it’s just a cup of coffee, but it really affected me. There were no tears or anything even close to that, but to be that upset over an accident of no consequence was a little disheartening.

It all coincides with the new plan that Chris and I have been working toward which includes eating WAY healthier. Green or fruit smoothies for breakfast, something healthy for lunch and dinner. We’ve done really well with this the last few weeks having brown or white rice for most dinners (Pizza snuck in last week) along with various types of fish or chicken preparations. I can’t say it’s fresh fish, but none of it is heavily breaded or battered.

So, I think that’s it. I really need to stop the coffee habit in the mornings. Not just to prevent spillage, but because I’ve got a (first world) problem. Wish me luck. I have some Dino Kale we’re going to try out tomorrow morning!

PS: Being a Starbucks regular helped. I got to line jump and got special treatment. They didn’t have to, but they’re awesome and they did it!

Jeff

July 13, 2013

Rumble “The great and powerful” will be heading into the shop for a “set & style” this afternoon. He doesn’t know this, which is for the best considering he HATES going to the groomers.

It’s been how long?

So, back to the dog for a minute.

This past Saturday, October 1, marked the 5 year anniversary of Rumble coming into our lives. Most days it feels like he’s been around forever!

Chris and I had talked about wanting a dog for a LONG time before we got Rumble. Like 6 months or more. We both agreed that keeping a dog of any size locked up in an apartment/condo for 8 hours was a bad idea. Borderline evil.

Luckily, I work in a dog friendly office so that wasn’t an issue (at least in theory) so I would be able to bring a dog to work.

Another issue was “What kind of dog?” and boy was that an issue.

First, it had to be an apartment dog, which at the time meant under 20lbs full grown as we were renting

Second, it had to be hypo-allergenic because owning a dog isn’t fun if you’re dead. I am allergic.

Third, it couldn’t be a purse dog! (We’re gay, but not that gay.)

Fourth, it had to be a boy. (We’re that gay.)

So we set out to find the most butch tiny hypo-allergenic dog possible. And that’s not easy. Hence, the Miniature Schnauzer was on the list, and based on their temperament and other factors, they became the shortlist.

We identified a few breeders, made a bunch of phone calls and found DreamMaker Kennels, then of Surr Langley and made contact. Before they’d see us, we had to fill out some paperwork. It was 8 pages of question on why we would make good dog owners and they should let us give them money for a puppy. It was extremely thorough and asked all the questions we’d asked ourselves.

Where will it sleep? What will it eat? What will happen during the work day? etc, etc.

Rumble is afraid of us.It took us like 3 hours to fill it out. They liked our answers and granted us a visit the next day. At which point Chris met Rumble and that was that.

We looked at about 4 puppies they had, but at some point Chris picked up this one and fell in love. I didn’t get to meet the pup at that point I don’t think.

So, we finished all the paperwork and adopted our championship stock puppy, but swore to never show him. Or breed him. Probably other stuff too, but we were buying a pet, not a trophy.

We made the long trek home by SkyTrain, scared of what was happening the entire way. Then Rumble spent about 3 hours in his little carrier refusing to come out.

We ended up coaxing him out with food (which would set a tone for the future).

Ever since then, Rumble Rose has been a constant fixture in our lives. Most of the time everything revolves around him and his schedule. Feeding (and the inverse), sleeping and playing all have to be accommodated, not to mention vacations, travel, movies, food, sex, shopping, work, television and more.

Yep. He has us pretty tightly wrapped around one or more of this tiny furry paws and we wouldn’t have it any other way.