To think that I was worried about the new system for pet travel to the EU. The vet scared me a bit with all her talk of the bureaucracy and the 14 page document. Then, of course, there was the UK government web page which wasn’t exactly reassuring. When it came to it, though, there was no problem at all.
Of course, it did require Emma poking her face out of the window so she could flirt with the customs woman. She also did it to the woman security officer who checked the car for anything scary.
Actually, all the people we dealt with at Harwich were perfectly pleasant. So much better than catching a plane.
But, back to the dogs, they travel so well. I packed Max extremely well but to his gunnels, with a small space for the dog bed. The pair of them curled up together and slept the whole way.
They were probably exhausted because of their anxiety. They’ve been well out of their comfort zones all week. They have had no idea what’s happening and keep looking at us imploringly, to make things go back to normal again.
Today, for instance, there was a lot of action with the final clean up ahead of the arrival of our house minders, Helen and Tony. Of course, Emma thought she would be staying with them and she wasn’t too certain about that. Freya was just her normal confused self.
Having given Helen and Tony a tour of the house and how to work things, we hit the road to Harwich. It took a few hours but, eventually, we were on the ferry and settled into our cabin. And, this time, the dogs were in the cabin with us rather than in a cage like last time.
And not only that, we had a ginormous porthole as well.
We settled in and waited for the ferry to leave at 11pm. Our new adventure had started.
