Busted at the US Border Crossing

Well, the smuggling operation was a success, but not without some problems. I went across the Ambassador Bridge from Windsor into Detroit. That has its own kind of nightmare — my Beretta started overheating on the downside of the bridge. The Ambassador Bridge makes a huge arc across and the traffic had my car idling for about 10 minutes as I got to the down slope of the arc. So I cut the engine off and coasted slowly forward. Naturally, I had trouble restarting it as I got to the actual customs booths.

Smuggling from Canada

The problem — how to smuggle a dog, a huge dog, from Canada to the US? How about out in the open…

Here’s the plan. Travel to Detroit and buy a car using my Oklahoma driver’s license and register it in Michigan. Then, use that car with the Michigan plates to drive back across the border — using my US passport and all the paperwork I have on the dog. Oh. And hope for the best.

Dog Problems

Let me introduce you to Bruno.

Bruno is a two year old Great Dane. His golden brown shade is called ‘fawn’. And he is just as big as you might imagine.Bruno is gentle and lovable and loyal and, well… a bit on the stupid side. This isn’t a dog that is going to save Timmy from the well.

Oh Canada… again!

I’m back in the land of the Maple Leaf and hockey. I realize I haven’t posted in almost a week, so this might come as a surprise. The short version is that I’m on my way to Richmond, Virginia for a medical procedure (see below). I had to hot-foot it out of India (and paid too much for my plane ticket). So now I’m staying, once again, with Uncle Max.

Movin’ Again

I thought, for a while, that I might stay in Canada with Uncle Max. Just settle down. But an opportunity came my way and I jumped on it. And I’m in London. Not London, Ontario – the real London. The one with the Beefeaters.

Ulterior Motives

I don’t think I mentioned why I came to Ontario to visit Uncle Max. I’m a dually – I have dual citizenship, my mother (Max’s sister) was a native born Canadian, and so I only had to assert my rights to gain full citizenship. I was born in the US, and my dad was a US citizen, so I’m also fully American. Why does this matter?

Gardening with Uncle Max

Well, I’m a Canadian again and staying with Uncle Max. I asked him about posting on this blog and he’s fine with it, as long as I don’t say exactly where his farm is. Sooo… it’s somewhere outside of Windsor. Pretty far outside, actually. Yesterday, we started some new beds for some seedlings Max has growing all over the house. He’s got Jalapenos (for poppers, which he is very fond of), sage, tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon and peanuts. Yep. He grows peanuts in Canada.