Flying Squirrels For Company

The dog is away! But she really didn't want to go.

Last night I booked the last remaining flight for a dog before the pet embargo, which meant that I had to take her to the airport by 5:30 this morning.

She knew something was up because she usually likes to go for rides and does not complain. Maybe she thought she was going to the breeder's again (they did not get along at all but she sure was obedient afterwards).

As soon as I got to Westjet Cargo she started to howl, I could hear her out in the warehouse through two sets of doors. But I was assured that she was not alone, she would have a shipment flying squirrels to keep her company. Or drive her insane - or maybe that has already happened.

Next item - the van goes this afternoon.