it has been a while since my last blog. and it has been a whirlwind of days and events and on goings….
firstly, we went back to the states (or kuh-merica as my son likes to say it- this by the way is a direct result of trying to merge “captain america” together in pronouncing “america”). i spent a few days with my grandmother- enjoying every moment and learning so much. growing up there was never just the two of us time (and in keeping with my songs-cue grover washington, jr) but i think i appreciated our time so much more at this point in my life. we spent the days accomplishing a few things, lamenting over how much work our house required when we eventually got back to it-and yet couldn’t tackle because our our somewhat transient state, and doing something frivolous and relaxing. We spent a rather enjoyable afternoon at a winery in south western Virginia, took in a movie (a huge accomplishment since neither one of us seem to make it to the movies these days), and had several very enjoyable dinners/meals. it was special and lovely time with some memories that even top my times in germany!
i also had several events. one that i attended (a little girl’s first birthday party-which was ADORABLE- but not as adorable as the little girl!) and one that i was hosting (a baby shower). now let’s just hope the sweet little baby will wait until we make our return in october to be born! in addition to all this i was finalizing arrangements to bring our dog back. this ended up being more of a process than i was prepared for. our pup, bareak, had been staying with friends (she probably wishes she were back with them still!!!!) until we could get all the paperwork completed and she could be transported into the EU.
and what i came to find out…..it wasn’t nearly as hard prepping all the information as it was actually getting the dog ON the airplane and then out of baggage. seriously. imagine this…..
me, a kid, a dog, a crate big enough to accommodate a 90lb dog, 1 piece of checked luggage, and 2 carry-on pieces. ohhhh and did i mention i was driving myself to the airport and parking in long term parking?!!! so, i try the obvious first. i drove to skypcap (or whatever they call those attendants that stand at the departure area with large carts for baggage) and explained my situation. all the while smiling nicely and attempting to be unfailingly polite. afterall, i did need these men to watch the crate for me while i went to park the car and brought the kid, dog, and luggage back separately. i’ll give you 3 guesses what they said. it wasn’t “hell no” but it wasn’t far off. so now i’m stuck with a panting dog who is going slightly nutso because she knows something is afoot, an excited four-year old, and luggage and crates and stuff galore. so in absolute dread i drove to the long term parking. saw a gas station just before pulling in and decided that i would run in to grab some water for the dog…and me…and the kid. it was afterall 85-degrees outside and humid beyond all belief. upon leaving the gas station i noticed a cab had pulled beside me. it was like a lightbulb. literally. so i knocked on the cab driver’s door (he was driving a van) and again attempted to be über polite. i asked if he would follow me into long term parking and then bring all of my things (living and non-living) back to the terminal gate. he agreed…..and i took my first sigh of relief that day. to make this already long story short- we got to the airport, got checked in (after dealing with people who didn’t seem entirely familiar with HOW to check a dog in) and said good-bye to our pup and went to get food. no problem right? everything was good to go. only then we boarded the plane. we were in the back. which was fine. i really don’t have too many issues about where i fly, well that is to say i like windows and look for planes that have sections of seats in the right number (ie: flying with two people then i look for planes with only to rows against the window before the aisle so i don’t have to sit next to someone else). so there we were. in the back. i’m preparing to turn off my phone when i hear it. clear as day. its bareak. she’d just been boarded into the hold below us. and she was pissed. she barked. and barked. and she’s a 90lb dog so we aren’t talk quiet barks either. and then she whined. and then she barked. and it continued. people started talking about it all around me. i could hear whispers about it. mostly they went like this:
“wow, i guess they just boarded all the dogs.” or “listen to that, one dog must of set them all of.” and of course, “i really hope we don’t have to hear that the whole way.”
yeah, me neither lady. and seeing as how i was already the person with the “kid” that everyone worries is going to cry or scream or throw a tantrum (even though he’s 4) i kept silent. but i listened to the people speculate. i can say that as a quick note to dog lovers and animal activists, she did not bark long. and fast forward 8 hours and we were wheels down in germany. and the dog started again. and again it was whispers about all the dogs they must have to unload. i smiled grimly, nodded here and there my fake agreement and knew the truth. it wasn’t multiple dogs. that loud racket that was coming from below was solely the work of one dog. mine. but seeing as how people who haven’t slept a lot are usually cranky and irritated after long plane rides (at least i usually am) i was not about to cop to the fact that the racket belonged to me. now, she usually rarely makes a sound at home, save the occasional bark when someone knocks on the door. we made it off the plane and went to collect our baggage….it was optional at that point as to whether or not the dog was included in that statement at that point in time. now the distance from baggage to where my husband was eagerly awaiting us was not far. however, when the size and shape of your said “baggage” does not fit on the pay-for-use carts it becomes interesting. so i got the dog out (she acted as though i was springing her from a life term in prison) put my two carry-on suitcases IN the dog crate. got my son to wheel the other one and slowly but surely dragged our belongings out to where my husband was waiting. and while i love my husband immensely and on normal days am happy to see him i must admit i may never have been as happy to see him standing there as on that day….ok, well maybe our wedding day when he showed up and i knew i would be promising (and so would he) to spend the rest of our lives together.
i never imagined there would be anything harder than the paperwork. shows how very wrong i was. but now we are in germany. and as i walked to city center on my first day back i couldn’t help but smile and feel as though i was home in so many ways (i even provided directions to a german who was seeking breakfast-at lunchtime of course)…..and it is so nice to be home!