Pepsi, Tweek, Bert and I left Atlanta on September 26th. Bill's parents, Jack and Betty, were kind enough to follow me to the airport. While I filled out mounds of paperwork, Betty waited at the rental car so I would not get a ticket. After the check in, it was time to have the dogs and their crates inspected. This only takes a few minutes, and after I had signed everything, the porter loaded the crates onto a dolly. He pulled the dogs away as I walked away, and when I looked back, there was Pepsi with her face in the window watching me. It was all I could do to keep walking away.
I said goodbye again to Jack and Betty, then Bert and I returned the car, took a train, and eventually got on the plane for Detroit. I had given a zanex 0.25mg to Bert prior to leaving the grandparents' house, but he was still meowing, more with curiosity than stress to me. As I was emptying my things into one of the bins at security, I found my blood thinner injection in my purse. (I have a blood clotting abnormality; I form clots very easily.) I warned my line of folks that I was about to give myself a shot, lifted my shirt, and injected my blood thinner right then and there. I tossed the needle in the trash (bad girl) and kept on putting things in bins. Not one person said a word. After figuring out my metal hairband was setting off the alarm, we got to our gate, boarded and time, and off we went. On the plane, I started smelling urine. Bert's crate had potty pads in it, and I had brought spare pads, plastic bags to tie up the nasty potty pads in, and pet wipes. We made use of all of the above. In Detroit, I took Bert to a family restroom like we had done with the dogs. I set up the small litter box (drawer organizer) and let him walk around. He ate and drank in that bathroom, but he would not go potty. We boarded our plane for Korea, and although he made a noise or two, I could not have asked for a better travel partner. He ate about 4 times during that flight, and I only had to change the potty pad once.
Bert relaxing in Savannah
Pepsi and Tweek at home in Savannah
Getting through quarantine was a bit more difficult. I don't think this group had as much experience as the last group. The officer did not want me to take the dogs out of the crate, but he kept scanning Pepsi's neck and couldn't find the microchip. I told him to go further down between her shoulders, but either he didn't understand me or he was ignoring me. Finally I took her out of the crate and pointed to the spot for him to scan. He scanned it but wasn't happy with that, so he got another scanner and did it again. We were finished there, but then the customs fellow seemed to think I was suspicious. He stamped my customs form, but instead of keeping it, he gave it back to me. I went through the exit doors and saw Bill almost immediately. As we were all saying hello, a very harried looking Korean airport employee came bursting through the exit, and asked me for my customs form. I gave it to him, and he said something to me that I did not hear or understand and walked away. I told Bill as far as I was concerned, we could leave, too.
Bill uses a GPS he borrows from a co-worker to get to and from the airport. There was some work being done on the roads so the GPS detoured us. It took an extra half hour to get home, and the stress of being lost just about did me in. We finally made it home, and you could not have seen a more precious homecoming. Marie and Pepsi were wagging themselves silly, and Marie gave Pepsi a bath. Marie was happy to see me, too, as was William.
I hope you all are having pleasant weekends. Take care!
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