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.
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’m keeping a diary of how things unfold as we up roots in Scandinavia and seek to put down new ones in Australia.
I’ve always thought that our relationships with our animals reveal a lot about who we are. For me, once an animal becomes part of our family, it stays exactly that – a member of the family, commanding all the love, devotion and loyalty that any other family member would warrant.
When I accepted a job with the company that originally relocated me and my family to Denmark, I became famous in the HR department as the only person to ever negotiate the international relocation of two rabbits (Mr & Mrs Pip) as part of my contract. So, when it came to planning our move to Australia, our family dog Mr Pup figured large in our conversations. Continue reading