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Debbie's World: Recipies and Life

Traveling . . . with a dog
Mar 3, 2009
Little did I know what I was saying when I said glibly, ďIíll bring Sam back with meĒ, when returning to Germany from a Feb. trip to visit the kids AND Brad Soren! I was flying standby out of Denver. In order to try to catch the 7:40 a.m. flight we got to the airport about 5 a.m. It was 7 degrees and needed to be at least 20 degrees or else the airline would not even consider loading Sam. I donít know who was more stressed, Dave or me. We got some breakfast and waited and prayed for the sun to come up and warm the air. Sam, however, just calmly went along with whatever he was asked to do. Finally, when there was just barely enough time to try to catch the 9:00 flight it had warmed up to 18 degrees, and our pleas were heeded and I checked in. However, I didnít know that I had to take the dog and kennel to its own security screening, which delayed me going through security. A hasty goodbye to Dave; and his equally hasty goodbye to Sam, and I tried to rush (as much as you can) through the security check points and catch the train to the gate. Well, after all that, there are SO MANY people trying to fly standby that I donít come close to getting on. So I wait for the 11:00 flight Ė my last chance to catch the connecting plane to Frankfurt. However, I must have said something to the gate attendant which caused her to check to see that Sam, didnít get on the 9:00 flight assuming I would too. The next thing I see is the plane stopped from its push back and Sam being down loaded Ė yep, he had been loaded Ė along with my checked baggage Ė and was almost on his way to Atlanta! 11:00 comes and I donít get on the flight, again. I just want to go home! But there is now no chance on Sat. I try to call Dave to come get me, but just get his voice mail, and I am now out of change for the pay phone (who uses those anymore? The first one I tried was broken). Almost in tears I approach the desk and ask about my options. The desk agent said I should have them bring my dog up, and go home to try again later. She kindly gives me a couple 5 minute phone cards and I call my friend Lou, interrupting his day!!! It takes over an hour to get the dog, stand on the curb and wait for a familiar face. I admit to envy as people were calling home arranging pick up times, people with confirmed seats; or joyously meeting friends/family at the arrival curb. I am standing there with Sam in his kennel feeling emotionally worn out and beat up. Brad calls me later that day with a new plan for my life. Donít even try on Sunday he says, wait till Monday when the flights look wide open he has heard from our friend George, who is monitoring the seat availability. It was hard to wait, but Monday went smoothly so that Sat. seemed like a dry run for it. Sam, through, it all remained calm and accepting of whatever was asked of him in each development of our trip back to Germany. Makes me think, I should learn a lesson from Sam.
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