I mentioned yesterday that my dog was going on vacation. He is! Lucky boy. He is flying into San Francisco, then going to hang out with his grandparents! Grandparents, as in my in-laws.
I’ll explain all the weird details later, but basically, we think we are PCSing this summer. We just don’t have orders. If we fly commercial, there are dates where it’s hard to fly with pets because of the heat. We didn’t want to take the chance of us leaving and him not being able to get on the flight, so we’ve been working on getting him back to the states.
I spent days calling various numbers at United and Narita airport in Tokyo. I would be told to try another number, then another, then either no one would answer the phone, or no one spoke English. That went on for days and days. I got prices to fly him cargo from Narita to San Francisco, but couldn’t get a price from here to Narita. I finally got someone from the airline at the airport here. He referred to a woman who escorts pets back and forth for a living. She gave me a price of $2500 from here to LAX. I guestimated another $500 to San Francisco to make it an even $3000. That’s a lot of money.
As goofy as it sounds, our dog is considered our dependent. He was on our orders coming over here, so the military paid for the airline fees. They will pay for him to go back or reimburse us, but we have to have orders. Since we don’t know when that’s coming, we wanted him there already, but the thought of paying $3000 hurt.
As we were trying to figure all this out, the husband’s battalion commander mentioned he was doing the same thing with his dog. Then he offered to take our dog too. We had a weeks notice, but we managed to get everything done. It’s a lot harder getting him back to the states than it was to get him over here. My husband ran around all day yesterday making sure everything was ok. That included a trip to the airport. He flew out today, so I pray that everything works out ok. I’d hate for him to get to Narita or even San Francisco and something be wrong on the paperwork.
My mother in law will be there to meet him. They have room for him to run around, play, and lose those few pounds he gained over here. The kids are upset about it. The little one has cried twice about it, going on about how much she’s going to miss him. I keep telling her we’ll see him soon. We’ll pick him up once we get back to the states, but that doesn’t matter to her. We’ll all miss him. I’m not bragging when I say he is the best dog ever. He is well behaved, doesn’t bark, doesn’t get into stuff, listens, and is protective, without being aggressive, of the kids. I can leave nasty trash out or food sitting out, leave him alone in the house all day, and he won’t touch it. When my in-laws were here last, they were wrestling around with Little Missy and he got in between them. He nipped at my mother-in-laws hand to let her know that he didn’t approve of how they were playing. He didn’t bite, just nipped. I’m not sure why he didn’t like that, but he is super protective of the kids. We couldn’t ask for a better dog.