Here we are leaving Holyhead, Wales on the ferry called the Jonathan Swift. If I look pitiful it is because I was very nervous. B was told I could not be on the passenger deck and would have to go in a kennel on the car level, locked away for an hour and a half. I am sorry to report she appeared to be resigned to allow that and we walked on the boat with the other 10 or 12 foot passengers. But she didn’t disappoint me: she walked right up the stairs past the cars and where there were supposedly kennels, said hello to the man at the door and he motioned us into the passenger lounge. I sat quietly in my bag for the trip and no one blew our cover.
And now we are finally in Ireland-just where we wanted to be in the first place!