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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Bailey on the plane

Unfortunately for both Bailey and myself, he is not able to travel on a plane like the above photo any longer. I had to put him in a carrier for our last couple of airplane rides, and while he yelped for awhile he eventually settles down when the plane is in the air.

We left Nunavut today. Although I found out about an hour ago that he actually left Nunavut a couple of hours AFTER I did.

Yes, the airline LOST my dog. Rather, they misplaced him. For awhile.

When I arrived in Yellowknife, I checked at the counter to make sure he was doing ok and they couldn't locate him. In fact, there was no record of his ever having been on any flight at all today. So in a very calm manner, I say well he's my dog, here's his receipt of travel. Find. Him. Now.

Meanwhile, I'm holding up a plane that's going to Hay River because I want to know where the dog is before I get on another flight. Eventually, in my normal good nature (yeah, right...I just didn't know what to do), I said that since he is not actually in that airport (they searched everywhere apparently) we should just get on the plane and while we're in the air, they can do their magic searching thing and find my freaking dog. Or else there was going to be a very strange hell to pay when I got near a phone with my calling card. I would be waking up anyone and everyone who had anything to do with this particular airline.

I get to Hay River and was told they had located him, along with all of my luggage on a flight that had arrived shortly after we had taken off. So, an agent is taking him home tonight to look after him and he will be on the first flight in the morning.

All is ok. It's all sorted out.

but I still feel rather indignant that an airline freaking misplaced a yelping animal in an animal carrier with a tag that said it exactly where it was going. AND, I had taken him right to the counter and dropped him off there. It's not like I made him switch planes on his own or anything.
I cried on the flight to Hay River. Which disturbed me. I'm jet lagged, I can't tell what time it is because I'm in another time zone. I'm hungry, etc, etc. The flight attendant gave me wine. That helped. I can't believe I cried in public. Anyway. It's sorted. Bailey will be reunited with me tomorrow.

Thank god.
Ugh, this trip is so far...not turning out so well.

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  • Blogger Stephanie says so:
    Wednesday, April 08, 2009 11:35:00 PM  

    Dear Gish,
    I am saying a prayer right now for little Bailey! That is F***** awful! Bloody incompetence!
    Besides, dogs and cats are a hundred times better than the majority of human beings you find on a flight. These little creatures should be able to travel with their parents - up front - period. I hope Bailey will be alright. Poor little kid :( top

  • Blogger EVILFLU says so:
    Saturday, April 18, 2009 7:46:00 AM  

    Omg!! I can't believe they lost your doggy!! I hope you are snuggling with him right now. No worries about crying in public.. I did it the other day because someone stole my headphones!

    Hope you are settled in nicely in your new place!

    -nikki top

  • Blogger Gish says so:
    Saturday, April 18, 2009 7:46:00 PM  

    thanks, guys. I totally agree.

    Bailey was a little wonky for a couple of days after we were reunited but he is back to his ordinary self now. He loves how warm it is here (compared to the Arctic).

    We snuggle all the time *grin* top