Sally Gets A Beemer

Well, almost.....I got an email from John the other day that contained links to our 4 choices of autos for Denmark. Unlike the Swedes to the north, and the Germans to the south, the bicycle loving Danes don't make cars...so this list of lease options included a Peugeot from France, an Altea from Spain (new one on me), and of course a pair of Germans...a BMW and an Audi. And to think.....I asked John (who says we can't afford to live in Europe) if he thought we might be lucky enough to get a Golf!

Sally's steel loving, road-hugging heart purred a little louder and shifted into third. Bless his heart. First on the list was the BMW 1-series 2009 116d Advantage Sportwagon. Next was the Audi A3 Sportback Attraction 1,4 TFSI 125HP 6G.....and then those other two. No offense to the French and the Spanish intended.

John asked me which one I wanted. I provided an appropriate response in the form of "DUH!"

But I knew he had sent me these links so I'd do the research. I think he thinks I like doing that sort of thing, and he's right, sometimes I do. But I'm not fond of research that doesn't give me the answers I want....especially when I have a well rooted expectation of the answers I'm going to get. BMW's are great cars, are they not? What auto reviewer is going to disagree with that? Well, I can't say any reviewers dissed the little Beemer. They praised its handling. They loved how fun it was to drive, how responsive and peppy it was....how wonderful the steering. Wonderful steering because the BMW Series 1 has rear wheel drive! Crap! I read that it sucks in the snow and the back seat is cramped....very cramped. But mostly it sucks in the snow. And it snows in Denmark. So close and yet so far......*sigh*

There was to be no blue& white pinwheel in Sally's (immediate) future, and all that talk about driving pleasure and exhilaration was a stake to the heart, just a stake through the heart. Ouch!

Even the Audi looks doubtful at this point. I read that some of them only have one cup holder in the front seat.....way to go Germany!

Gunman Kills 12 In Baku

I had written something completely different to post today. That was before I read this morning's paper and read about this. I did some digging into the early reports and it was thought to be a possible terrorist attack but it wasn't. Well, not a political one anyway. This really is a shock, if you take away all the car honking, Baku is a very peaceful kind of place.

Gunman Kills 12 at Azerbaijan State Oil University

Deaths in Azeri University Shooting

There's a video with that second link.....it would probably have been edited for American television. Maybe...

I wonder how many people Ali will have known since he seems to know everybody. What a sad, sad, thing.....and I know there are nut jobs everywhere....but still.

John left Baku early this morning for Copenhagen, so the office is closed and we are officially out of there. The lease on the house was up yesterday, too. The title of my last blog is creeping me out....I am not prescient. Maybe.

En Route

Getting back into the swing of school work is proving to be tougher than I thought. I've let the work on the major assignment of the semester go in lieu of preparing and executing the move out of Baku. So, here I am, up in Halifax, staring at a blank WORD document and wondering where I left off a few weeks ago. It's 10:30 at night and no one can be expected to begin ANYTHING at 10:30 at night....and I keep fiddling around with this post.

Kenai is now up at the boarding place which is to be his home away from home for the next 4 months. I am putting it out of my mind. I hate thinking about how long he's going to be there, but it seemed like a great place for him on our two visits last week. Tomorrow, I'll call and check on how he's doing. Rob is on vacation this week, so on Friday (because I HAVE to get this project passed in by Thursday) we'll go up and hang out with him for a while. I am surrounded by cats here, and I miss him a lot.

John got his ticket out of Baku for Tuesday and the movers tell us that our things will be in Denmark in two weeks. That'll be something if it happens! The route our things are taking appeared on an insurance document that appeared in my inbox the other day.....Azerbaijan, Russia, Belarus, Poland, Germany, then Denmark. John doesn't think we need the supplemental insurance that this policy provides. It only covers loss by break and enter into the container...."mysterious disappearance" is not covered. Neither is damage due to leakage, breakage, and other perils. Kamran, the moving company rep insists that they have never broken anything, so insurance is not required. He and John have come to an agreement. If there is no breakage, John will by Kamran dinner when he returns to Baku next month. If there is breakage, Kamran buys dinner and cuts us a check.

I finally got a copy of our inventory and it looks to be in order....except that we have several jalousies, parts of jalousies, some bijuteys, and even some shits. I'm not going to think too hard on what those might actually be.....

So, here I am in Halifax. No trip back home would be complete without a few visits to Laurie's Complete Automotive. Laurie is hitting the jackpot off us this week. The first visit will be with Carolyn on Tuesday. She ran out of gas on the Circumferential....couldn't get the car started without putting some gas in the carburetor, but we didn't know that. I'm not sure what Laurie charged her to get it running but the tow truck was $70. Laurie was busy so it took a couple of days for him to look at it and concur that the tank was bone dry.

Wednesday afternoon her wheel bearing went....and so it goes...

Trips home always cost, on average, $2,000 in the first week. If you can survive that, the rest is easy.

Tick Tock

Good Lord! It's 7:30 AM. I don't get up at 7:30! I don't go to bed until two most nights, so this is definitely not enough sleep. I must be restless because of my impending exit from Baku. I am terrified of forgetting to do something for the dog, and I am worried about an eleven year old dog on a 27 hour trip. I know I am. I know I woke up thinking about the moving crew boss trying to finger my Science degree out of its tube before he let it passed muster. That might have been my first withering look delivered that day. It worked and he let it be....whew! now I can get the Mona Lisa, which is rolled up with it, safely out of the country. I'll show him.

Doesn't look like sunshine today, but it's early. Maybe the sun isn't that much of an early riser in Baku, either. Nice blue skies would be nice for picture taking today....if we get everything else done that is. We're joining some friends for dinner, so if I want night shots of the Turkish mosque and martyr's alley, it will have to be tomorrow.

Yesterday, things got a little testy when John and Ali didn't show up for our day on the town until 7:00 PM....I'm not sure if it was the time or the cheery Where do you need to go? that got me the most. By this point what I really needed the most (and got) was a latte. I know workaholics never call when they're going to be late, but still....it's not like he doesn't have people.

The rest of the night was a total waste. Well, not a total waste....I got my highest score ever on one of those Facebook word games. That's almost as good as a set of crystal tea glasses. Oh, and I also learned that Ali is more afraid of his boss's wife than he is of his boss.

Last night while John was in Baku Roasting waiting our lattes, Ali (probably sensing my mood at being stood up) volunteered to spend all of today driving me where ever I wanted to go. He elaborated..take pictures, get tea set, certificates, Nards board, etc etc etc. All day, just you and me. He made a slip. He said while John was at the office, we could go every where. Whoa! Back up there, Jack! Where's John going to be tomorrow? John who couldn't take Easter Monday off because he was taking Thursday and Friday off for the move? The John who was dressed in his work clothes and tip-toeing out of the room when I peeked out from beneath the covers yesterday morning? Are you telling me he's going to work in the morning? He never goes in on Saturday. Jack backed way up and said no more.

Over dinner, I poised my evil eyebrow and asked John if it was true he was going to work the next day. Well, um....yeah, it was true. And......he said, Ali has something to finish, too.

Well, said I, Ali told me he was spending the whole day with me tomorrow. He thought it was funny and said that Ali was a really smart guy. I thought it was a perfect example of the Azeri way of telling you exactly what you want to hear, whether they can deliver or not. He even made it a promise. Cracks me up!

By the time the instant coffee was served after dinner, John had decided he was shipping equipment to the UK and not to Russia, which is a fraction of the work and they could get it done on Monday. Whew! We have today for shopping.

I can't believe we are going back to the Airport Bazaar this morning! Half of it is closed but the carpet guy we last purchased from is still there. He really wants us to by the smaller version of the one we bought the other day....and he needs to give us the receipt for the one we just bought. If I could just get to one of the shops deeper into the bazaar without getting run over by a Lada or choking on fumes, I could get my crystal glass tea set, and my pashminas.

I can't believe Ali set this meeting up with the carpet guy for the Airport Bazaar. The last time we were there on a weekend (necessitated by the fact that John couldn't take Easter Monday off), Ali told us how he and his brother offer to pay their mother not to go to the Airport Bazaar when the subject comes up. No one in the family will take her, her says. And, honestly, it is an absolute zoo on the weekend. To break out of traffic stalls, cars drive up on the sidewalk. The wind embeds dirt in your eyeballs and the car exhaust takes years off your life.

But, there are thousands and thousands of pairs of ten dollar shoes, and enough five dollar pashminas for every girl in New York. There is everything you can imagine in this place from house dresses to lawn furniture to building supplies. I think there are a million flip flops and no exit signs.


So much polypropylene, including the roof in some places. Is that a cigarette, I see in that man's mouth.

Maybe it is safer dodging Lada's on the sidewalk.

But...but....but....

I need a frock!


Or two....


And John needs a new suit...

Some Parting Shots

It's a beautiful sunny day here in Baku. The temperature is in the low teens and there isn't any wind. A perfect day for picture taking, but John and Ali are too busy right now to go out wandering. I am hoping they get here at least a couple of hours before the sun goes down, I've been waiting for a day like this to get some pictures I've been thinking about for a long time.

In the meantime, I'll post some pix I took over the past couple of weeks...nothing spectacular, just a few random shots taken on the way to somewhere.

These are the puppies that belong to our landlord. Their mother is White Dog....we used to call her the mangy cur but she turned out to be a very nice dog and mangy cur didn't seem to fit anymore.


These pups, one male and two females, are the remains of a litter of five that were born at the end of November. Sometimes they live in the courtyard next door but more often than not, they live on our road. The older kids, on the street, take bags of garbage out of our bin and set them in the gutter so the pups (and probably the rest of the neighborhood's dogs) can find a meal.

I think they are darn cute puppies, these wily little rascals, and I wish the landlord would find homes for them.


Lots of good eats to come this weekend, gang. We're moving and I've got a freezer half full of beef.

So long Citi Mart....home of imported groceries in Baku.


I hope you get the pancake mix back in again soon. I'm sure others miss it like we did. You can charge twelve bucks for the box, if ten wasn't enough....just please get the Aunt Jemimah back on the shelves for the ones we leave behind.


This is the human parking meter moving his marker out of the way, so Ali can park in front of the store. He saves the spots and loads the groceries into the car....for the equivalent of 50 cents. Just down the street you can see the Unibank ATM. Here, John performs his weekly ritual before we get groceries. If you overdraw it doubles as a guillotine.


In Baku, he has become the one who handles the money because my legs can't get my get me up on that ledge with a shred of dignity intact.

A few shots from Fountain Square.


The cute little FOTO monkey.


McDonald's in the background.


Walking to Hong Kong Store on Easter Sunday......I call this one "A Whole Bunch of Guys & Some White Chick".


And Easter Colors...


The nicely refurbished literature museum.


The not so nice Airport bazaar, much of which closed this week. We went last Saturday for our quarterly allotment of concentrated car exhaust. Shame on me for wimping/choking out after only a few blocks and one purchase. No pashminas for me!


But I can haz chicken food...not only all week but it looks like all night, too.


And last but not least Kenai's favorite store. Ahmed's Soccer Ball and Other Odds & Ends Emporium.


He so happy, he's starting to look like a Great Dane already!

The Final Countdown

Today the packers came. I think there were 6 of them, plus 1 boss, and 1 girl to speak English....and write everything down. The truck to take our things away wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow, but it showed up around 5 o'clock and they got almost everything loaded up and out of here.


There are a few odds and ends remaining, but I was told someone would call to let me know when they'd be back for the rest.

Getting out of Azerbaijan seems like it's going to be more complicated than getting in. This is our 12th move with professional movers, and this time John chose the company that had the lowest bid of three. It wasn't the one that gave me the warmest fuzzies when the estimator showed up, that one priced in the middle (always the best choice in my opinion), but the difference was a few thousand dollars. Not all that much when you're moving a 4 bedroom house from Alaska to New Orleans....but a good percentage difference for a few boxes and no furniture....well....about 40 boxes and one tall bookcase. Anyway, it looked like it was going okay at first. I had spent the better part of the week separating our stuff from the landlord's stuff; the stuff we were going to take with us in luggage from the stuff we wanted shipped; the takeaway food from the toss away food; and the trash from everything else. I thought I was ready for this. Really.

The boss and the English speaking girl arrived first, only half an hour late which isn't bad by mover's standards. The first thing they wanted to see were the boxes of clothes that I had packed myself. Without the benefit of laundry help in Denmark, to iron every item that came out of those boxes, there was no way I was letting a bunch of guys pack our clothes....no matter "how special the clothes packing boxes" were. Our clothes arrived in Baku in the best "special clothes packing boxes" Allied could offer, and we got a gnarly wrinkled unwearable mess....abeit still on the hanger as advertised. Every single thing had to be rewashed or ironed! So none of that this time. I packed all of our clothes.

BUT...just to make sure I wasn't trying to smuggle some relic or antiquity out of the country within the folds of my Lane Bryant undies....the boss and the girl had to check my boxes, which they did, and they itemized. I began to worry. I could tell this was going to be one long painful day.


The rest of the crew showed up a half hour later...armed with boxes, paper (shredded and whole), bubble wrap, tape, string, and lunch bags. They wore natty blue coveralls, and appeared very professional and efficient. I took my tea, and false sense of security, upstairs to the family room so I could check my email, look for a cheaper North American cell phone plan, and check out the idol blogs from last night's show. I spent the next hour trying to get the internet to work.

When my tea was cold and all was well with the dial-up, I decided to venture downstairs. John had been sitting over there in his chair mumbling about going downstairs to babysit, and I figured it was probably time to put in an appearance. I think the new guy was packing the kitchen. He'd been at it for a couple of hours by this time, and he wasn't half done. He had packed up two cupboards full of the landlord's stuff in addition to the food I had set aside for us to eat this week end. When I walked into the kitchen he was putting squeeze bottles of Miracle Whip, unwrapped into a great big box with Tupperware, and pots and pans. That was my first item of extrication. Luckily he understood the universal symbol for "wrap it up".

I had to get English speaking girl to tell him he had packed some things he wasn't supposed to. It took some digging but the landlord got his pots back, and I got a large jar of Ragu Sauce, an open bag of potato chips, and a baggie with 2 days worth of Corn Flakes back. I know there is more stuff in there that should have come back out but I let it go. I can't remember what else was in there....except the tea bags and the coffee. Getting the Ragu back made me feel better.

I decided to babysit the kitchen packer until he was done. I made a fresh cup of tea (with some bags of Earl Grey which I was going to throw out, since I hate Earl Grey tea). John sat with me in the kitchen and we watched. We answered questions when asked. We found some rescued cookies and had a nibble. We watched some more, and then we watched in horror. In our 11 previous moves, the packers always spread the paper sheets on a table...like the nice handy empty table in our kitchen. If there wasn't a table nearby, they used the back of a sofa, or made a table out of boxes. For some reason, these guys thought the best place for the paper was the floor. The entire kitchen floor was thickly carpeted with sheets of paper. My first thought was that the paper was there to protect the floor from their dirty boots. Well, yes....and....no....Packing Guy was walking over the paper with his dirty boots but he was picking it up as needed to wrap my dishes, pots, cutlery, food, and probably whatever else he packed from my kitchen! At this time English speaking girl was upstairs probably rooting through my jewelry box for more Clay Aiken pins. I rolled my eyes. John chuckled. I said, "You realize we're going to have to wash all this stuff at the other end." He chuckled. I debated....ask for a complete do over? What was the point? It was already wrapped in the dirty paper. I wondered if it would be okay to double up the blood pressure pills today.

Unlike all of the other places we've lived Azerbaijan is more concerned about what you take out of the country than what you bring in. The dog came in with a smile and a wave. I bring my meat in Igloo coolers. I can't get $20 worth of American change out....or a package of Strepsils....or a first aid kit.....or AA batteries in an unopened pack.....or any of the pictures I brought into the country to hang on my walls (in hopes that I would be here long enough to actually hang them up).

My pictures were wrapped in bubble wrap but not boxed. They loaded them into the open back of a pick up along with my carpets and hauled them off to customs.


I have export certificates for the big carpets. I was told I didn't need them for the small ones.....but, they gotta check. The rule says "paintings". Not that the rule means anything....BUT....these aren't paintings. There isn't one among the lot that was worth more than a hundred bucks when I bought it. There are a couple of cross stitch pix of Eskimo girls I did in Alaska and the Mr. Incredible movie poster that Carolyn had mounted for her Dad. Those are the only two things I really care about....but honestly, why should the government care about the colored pencil drawing a kid from the orphanage drew for the craft sale? It really doesn't hurt that foreigners are interested in your products does it? I sense a hold over Soviet mentality. I also sense a money making opportunity.....for someone. The shipping estimate includes a clause that says if "permission is required for removal by the government, then the charge for getting such clearances is $200 - $300 per item. Interesting amount since I can take my own things to the Ministry of Culture and get certificates (should I need them) for $30 to $50 manat.

But the point is I don't need permissions.....in theory. We had a few conversations with the mover's office today in order to clear up some pretty simple misunderstandings like the value of a half baggie of nickles and dimes. The last one or two might have been a little animated and, by the end of the day, no one in the office wanted to talk to us. They would have answered their phones if the did. Can't leave them a voice mail because this is Azerbaijan we just don't have that yet. My small collection of worthless art is gone. I told John to get them on the phone in the morning and make sure they understand that we want those pictures back if we have to pay ridiculous sums to get them out of the country.

If only the importing shipper had recorded the imported pictures with photos in their inventory, then this wouldn't be happening. But they didn't. And so I have to hope that it will occur to someone in authority that my poster of the Iditarod sled dog race wasn't purchased in Baku, neither was my little sketch of New Orleans. It would be a totally sad and depressing situation but they also took my Canada hooked rug wallhanging. I picked it up at an auction in Nova Scotia a while back. It was made to celebrate the Canada's centennial in 1967. It has the coats of arms and names of all the provinces on it and a bunch of maple leafs. I can totally see its cultural significance to the people of Azerbaijan. They will miss it terribly when its gone. And that just makes me want to laugh.

It was a curious day. I was handed simple innocuous things and told to "take in your suitcase." I'm glad I passed these up at Ramstore the other day, even though I thought they were the funniest things ever. And I still don't get the connection to juggling fruit....


By afternoon, I took English speaking girl into our room and showed her my suitcase.....just to let her know that I didn't have bottomless carpetbag like Mary Poppins. It didn't stop her from handing me things for which she had "no permission" but it made me feel better. All of my over-the-counter medicines, some soap, and hand sanitizer have gone off to the office for clarification. I rescued the Tamiflu from that baggie. The interesting thing is that I asked English speaking girl what would happen to the things that we weren't allowed to take with us? Would someone bring them back to me? She shrugged. Shrugging is very Russian, like permission from the government.

They forgot to take my Sumaq's off to customs. So I have a chance to get the certificates for those myself tomorrow. I have to get one for the carpet we picked up tonight, the one we found at the airport bazaar on the weekend.


It's to go in our new livingroom. We met the guy in the McDonald's parking lot and traded cash for carpet. He said we would need no certificate for it since it's factory made and brand new. Well, technically, he's right, but we have to get one or I'll be asked to put it into my suitcase.

I'm not sure who will be here tomorrow to complete the job. I hope we get good news on our questionable items.


Speaking of which, I had an opportunity to be kind today. English speaking girl approached, early the day, with a paper bundle in her hands. She opened it and asked me what "this is?" "Those are sheets," I said, "You know...for the bed." Ah.....

I almost said "ghost costume" but I didn't. That would have been just plain mean.

Man's Most Expensive Friend

Basically, I'm cheap. I hate to pay for things that I think I am perfectly capable of doing or handling myself. I think I am Superwoman, and that keeps Superman happy because he isn't one to throw money around unless it gets him out of yard work....or improve his automobile. So, true to form, I've decided to take on transporting the beloved pooch out of Baku myself. I'm taking him to Canada for 3 months because the Danes don't want to see him until it's proven that he is free of Azerbaijani dog diseases, including rabies. The Canadians don't care. As long as he has a valid rabies shot, he's welcome to come. And heck, he looks perfectly fine to me....what's a little foam at the corners of the mouth? I don't see any traces of hydrophobia.


Since we got him over here with practically no hassles at all (I sat in an Austin office about an hour waiting for a state veterinarian to sign something; Kenai had to endure a blue-gloved security pat down; and John had to pay a ticketing shortfall at the Lufthansa counter in Houston), I figured it would be pretty simple to get him back out. He has his microchip and his papers....should be pretty simple, right? Unfortunately, there have been a few snags and I can see why those pet transport people get paid the big bucks.

The shortest way from here to Halifax is on British Midland to London Heathrow, wait an hour and a half, then Air Canada direct to Halifax. Total travel time is 14 hours...nice fare only $1400 including the open jaw to Copenhagen in May. We never did get to the fare for the pooch because BMI, it turns out, doesn't fly animals on flights over 5 hours and the Baku to London route is 6 hours. It took me a long time to ascertain what the guy on the phone was trying to tell me. I naively assumed that when one called "British Midland" one would talk to someone who was....well....British. Not exactly the case. What a dumbass I am! He asked me my name 3 times before I figured what he was asking. He kept mumbling things about Belfast and Dublin ...and he must have wondered why I just kept repeating, I'm not going to Dublin! Over and over.... CLICK!

Okay, then....let's try Lufthansa...Baku, Frankfurt, London, I could still make the direct flight to Halifax. I checked with Heathrow and yes, they do have a place to keep dogs who are in transit up to 48 hours. This means no PETS program and no quarantine....just a little cooling of the heels waiting to transfer. Well, Lufthansa and Austrian and all of the others I called, only ship animals through Heathrow as cargo, not as checked baggage. I talked to a guy at Air Canada cargo and he said, "Take him with you if you can, way less hassle, way less paper work, and way cheaper." He said that I could take him through Heathrow as baggage, the Heathrow people also said I could take him as baggage.....the trick is to find and airline who will do it. I went through several Air Canada reservations reps with varying levels of testiness (theirs and mine but mostly theirs) All came back with the same answer in the end. By the end of day one I was beginning to see a pattern. The airlines don't want to deal with it. Everyone else I spoke to, said avoid Heathrow with your dog. Okay....I get it now. No Britania this time 'round. He looks royally pissed to me.


So that leaves, Frankfurt, Istanbul, or Moscow.....which really just leaves Frankfurt. I checked Cheap Tickets to get some idea of what was available to us going that way and there were options from Baku to Halifax via Frankfurt, there would have to be a second stop in either Toronto or Montreal. I threw up a little in my mouth at the $7200 price tag, but maybe Nargiz, our travel agent, could do better. And there wasn't anything else acceptable, though I had visions of John making us go through Istanbul to save a few (well more than a few) thousand dollars.

Now, Kenai's kennel is a little on the big side. We bought him one bigger than he needed so he'd be nice and comfy on his eleven hour flight to Frankfurt last year. The big kennel is a nice luxury but poses a problem with smaller aircraft....like those CRJ's and ERJ's that serve the Halifax airport on so many routes....particularly Montreal runs. But connecting through Montreal would mean less travel time for the dog and so I opted to go that way. Dorval here we come! Too bad there is only one large body aircraft, an Air Bus 320, out of Montreal to Halifax per week....on Sunday evening. Too bad there is no Lufthansa flight out of Baku on Sunday. Nargiz booked me out of Baku on the 20th of April. I had asked for the 18th but the date isn't that big a deal, so I let it go. This meant that I had to figure out how I was going to get the dog onto the ERJ.

And no matter how much he begs, his buddy can't come with him.


My thinking cap is getting worn out. I called Air Canada hoping to get a nice reservations agent who would tell me the maximum size kennel that would fit in the cargo door of the plane. I had measured the kennel we have....I didn't feel very optimistic. When I screwed that sucker together...it was HUGE! Obviously more than one or two sizes bigger than he needed. He's only a Sheltie afterall.

I was told by Air Canada that the maximum dimensions allowed on the ERJ are 80cm X 55 cm X 57.5 cm (an Intermediate size kennel). Not even close to what I have at 98 X 68 X 78! Hmmmmmmmmmm.........

Since I would have to collect Kenai in Montreal along with my bags to clear customs, and do his importation there, couldn't I get the right size cage from Air Canada in Montreal and transfer him into that one? I thought that was a pretty good idea until I learned that Air Canada doesn't sell airline kennels anymore. But surely someone in Montreal does, and I have a six hour stop over, and the dog is free to roam the country with me once he has cleared customs.....so, I would go off in a cab from the airport to buy a smaller kennel.

I thought it would be wise to setup this kennel buying in advance, to save us from cabbing it all over Montreal while our time dwindled from six hours to nothing. That brought me to the Sky Kennel Supply online website and YAY! they deliver via FedEx to anywhere in Canada! I began to plot. I already have a FedEx account! I need to find out the nearest FedEx office and plan to have the right size kennel sent there for pick up. I think how smart I am. My luggage can go back on the belt to Halifax (unless I have to check in again at Air Canada) and I can take the dog with with me. If I have to haul the luggage so be it. I can get a minivan cab to take everything and give him a big tip. I can break down the big Kennel into its two halves, bag it up and send it to Halifax as a checked bag. I don't have that Elite Status for nothing, eh? At this point the luxury of convenience and keeping this simple have gone out the window. Now it's a come hell or high water mission.

I am confident I can get my hands on the right size kennel. Thank goodness, that Sky Kennel Supply is closed for the Easter holidays. I couldn't order the right size kennel until Monday (plenty of time) but I would have had the right size kennel coming for the wrong size dog! Sky Kennel Supply gives their measurements in inches and they categorize the kennels by numbers....100 being the smallest and 700 being the largest. A person is supposed to read this before they go hog wild crazy emailing their travel agent.

How To Choose The Right Size Kennel

By doing a few calculations, I was able to determine that we currently own a #600 kennel....bigger than a #500 and a little smaller than the #700. A regular Buckingham Palace for a Sheltie. According to Sky Kennel Supply, Shelties should fit into a #200 kennel......I imagine there are some Shelties who do.

I was confident, however, he would fit into the #300....which is the largest size an ERJ can take. But for some strange reason, last night I decided we should measure the dog to be sure. Following the guidelines at the website above, we determined that Kenai is actually 4" longer than the #300 kennel and his height is 1" higher. Bummer!

And I had told Nargiz, the tickets looked good, so go ahead and ticket them. I had been so damn proud of myself but now I could see my next set of concert tickets going toward change fees. Crap! Nargiz' email account isn't working, it's ten o'clock at night and I have no way to stop her from issuing the tickets first thing in the morning, if she hasn't already done so. That'll teach me to judge size and distance by eyeball. To think we were worried he would be too fat and he ends up being to long! I don't know how he can sleep through this and seem so unconcerned.

Granted this pooch has a lot of fur, but no amount of compressing, folding, or configuring could get that length down by even so much as half an inch. What to do now?

Well, I took heart by the fact that we had at least managed to get ourselves (on paper at least) to Montreal. From there I could rent a car and drive us the rest of the way, or someone (not sure who) could come and pick us up. Everyone wants a nice 15 hour drive...um...each way, right? But I could rent a car if nothing else. And then there's the train....not sure I can afford a VIA Rail train ride but it's there if I need it.

Day two is not turning out so well, after all. Maybe I do need to call in one of those pet moving people. The kids don't need Christmas presents for the next ten years. I found out the air cargo charges to Montreal alone were $3600 USD....which isn't all that much for a a summer of life guarding services.


But, he still has to get to Halifax and then there are the fees for the service. This is beginning to smell like a 5 figure operation. I wonder if Kenai would like to spend the rest of his years following his true path in life. He is a sheep dog after all and there are plenty of sheep in Azerbaijan.


I sat here last night messing with airline schedules and itineraries. I was about to look for dog friendly hotels in Montreal and book a rental car. In the end I decided to send Nargiz another possibly undeliverable email, asking to be rerouted through Toronto instead of Montreal. There are many flights a day on this route with wide body planes, and Kenai could travel the whole way in his Taj Mahal, and we wouldn't have to crash in Montreal until I felt alert enough to drive home.

I'm afraid to look at how long this trip is going to take but if I do a quick mental calculation it would be about 27 hours. A lot longer than I had planned for his ordeal to last, but he is a pretty good trooper, and he does have experience. And I think he is pretty good shape for an eleven year old.


Deep breath! My ticket is an interesting concoction...Lufthansa paper ticket....Air Canada e-ticket on a BMI blank (can't feature that one at all) and a Scandinavian Airlines e-ticket on who knows what....because in Baku they think it's very odd that we can go to a kiosk with a booking reference number and get a boarding pass. Here you gotta do a few security checks and passport control just to get to the counter. John missed out on 14,000 Aeroplan miles the other week when they ran out of Lufthansa ticket blanks and had to book him on British Airways instead. One of my more WTF-iest moments here yet. But she got the whole shebang this time for $2100 including my open jaw to Copenhagen, somehow she manages to pull it all together in the end.

Even more exciting is that this time I have upgrade certificates in my hot little hands and upgradable fares. I graduated at long last to Star Alliance Gold. I had my first glimpse of the Star Alliance lounge in Copenhagen last week. There was free beer and wine and food and internet. I wanted to stay longer. It's just possible that this time 'round I might get my very first first class seat.

I'll try not to think of the pooch in steerage. I'll try really really hard.