Here’s Otis, my new friend. He was staying with his family on our road this weekend. Otis is very well travelled, and has been to France several times. He has been stateside for a bit since he has been much consumed overseeing his humans as they take care of the new baby girl, now three months old. She is a beauty and it is a big job for him. I was happy to help out yesterday and stand guard while Mom and Dad had lunch with B and G. (I don’t have a photo of the baby so you will have to take me at my word: gorgeous. And she has terrific squeak toys.)
Otis has a Pet Passport but his travelling has not been without travail. His globe-trotting originated in the heartlands once (Chicago) and there was an issue about changing planes because the airlines say some aircraft cannot accommodate our cases in the cabin. (That’s why Delta would not let me fly from Dublin. They said the aircraft they use on that route has no room for pet cases in the cabin.)
But Otis’s major travel story is about his “swim” in the Seine. They were all walking along the river and, voila, he was in the water. Thankfully, his human did the right thing and jumped in after him. They were out of view in no time but a good citoyen came running up to report that that the chien was safe. When asked about the husband, the man said he had not checked; the French have admirable priorities. All’s well that ends well after baths all around but I will be careful.
We also have the name of Otis’s French vet which is probably a good idea in case we get held up in travel and loose our window for the tapeworm into England. (G and B might want to linger in Paris.) It isn’t hard to get names and numbers of vets online and I would recommend having a few names and all your documentation of vaccines etc. Just in case.