In the second of my guest blogs, nine-year old Mini-CBRbound uses his best handwriting to share his thoughts experiences from his first year as a Canberran. It’s not for the faint-hearted, he paints a good picture of deprivation in the early months after our move, but it perks up towards the end. Mini’s participation bribe was an extra hour on the Xbox – I can hear the squeals of excitement from the rumpus room right now.
It’s been a long haul to get Mr Pup from Denmark to Canberra, but a few days after his homecoming, he seems to be settling in nicely.
It all started with an innocuous email, which contained an invoice from Sydney’s Eastern Creek quarantine facility.
If we’ve got a final bill, then we must have a release date for Mr Pup, we reasoned. And sure enough, after a bit of email and voicemail tag, on Friday night we learnt that Mr Pup could come home the next day.
It’s a three hour drive from Canberra to Sydney, and we’re still new enough to Australia to be wary of roos on the road at dawn and dusk. Our plan had been to drive up the night before, stay in a cheap motel and be waiting outside the quarantine facility, Blues Brothers-like, when the doors opened in the morning. But this was the night before, and there was no time to book a hotel, we’d have to do the six-hour round trip in one go.
Sometimes, things just go wrong. There’s no-one to blame, there’s nothing that can be done to fix it, you just have to deal with the fall-out.
In our case, the thing that went wrong was a tiny detail of a small aspect of Mr Pup’s import documentation. It turns out that he was given the wrong type of tick treatment before he left Denmark. As a result, he needs to be re-treated, then re-tested, and must serve an extra 21 days’ quarantine to ensure he wasn’t infected beforehand.
This week we began our long journey to our new life in Canberra and I’ve been keeping a diary of how things unfolded as we upped roots in Scandinavia to put down new ones in Australia.
This week we began our long journey to our new life in Canberra and I’m keeping a diary of how things unfold as we up roots in Scandinavia and seek to put down new ones in Australia.