To Check? Or not to …Check.
The answer couldn’t be more obvious. Say NO to Check.
On the eve of my first ever possible animal abuse case against myself, I can’t help but feel like the worst pet owner on earth. Scratch that, the worst pet owner in history.
I’ve prepared Bea within an inch of her life for her maiden cross-country voyage in the dungeon of an unnaturally flying large metal object. I have harassed my vet to be sure this is safe and what I should and should not give my darling Bea (I’ve decided along with Dr. E to avoid giving her anything) for the most traumatic moment of her short-lived life. I have literally wallpapered her kennel with names, addresses, phone numbers, flight #”s and vaccination information. I’ve (against instructions) placed her favorite bone inside her kennel for entertainment value and am in the process of freezing man’s largest ice-cube which will undoubtedly, not quench her thirst. Lastly, since her beloved stuffed bea was taking up too much room, I’ve doused my favorite T-shirt in my favorite post shower oil (L’Occitaine Almond) and presently have it tied around Bea’s neck. Tomorrow I’ll put it in the kennel for her flight in hopes that it will bring her some comfort.
I have high hopes that Bea will be among the majority of pets who safely make voyages like hers everyday. I have little hope that I will remain calm, unemotional, or in any way reasonable with anyone at any point tomorrow. That is, until I meet my sweet, innocent, helpless Beatrice safely at the Syracuse, NY airport.
Lord, help United tomorrow. You know there’s no chance I’ll be rational with them if there’s even the slightest chance Bea’s safety, comfort or emotions are compromised.
Looking forward to the cottage!