Tuesday, May 15, 2012
So, I have things scheduled for the move to Germany. Movers arranged, check. Carpet cleaners and house cleaners, check. Yard guys, check. I've done this a zillion times so it should be old hat. Panic and frenzy always overtake me at some point for some reason. This time its the pets. Shipping pets overseas is quite the adventure. Scratch that, it sucks in a big way. If it were possible, I think it might be easier for me to take them over on a rowboat. The timing is a real pisser. A health certificate from the USDA is required not more than 10 days from the date of flight. Oh yeah, you have to go their office in person at some point during that time to get the official seal on the papers. Add to all this the fact that the first lady booked my cats on a nonexistent flight the first time. Thank God I called. We rescheduled a flight on two days later that I sure as hell hope exists. So, the moral here is that if you need to take pets overseas, expect a pain in the ass process of epic proportions. In the meantime, I'll be waiting for the movers to come pack the enormous amount of crap that I own.