Maggie and Thatcher make THE Move

On 7 January, Margaret and Thatcher moved to Scotland (aka: the things I do to my dogs). 

It was a difficult trip that involved a 9 hour car ride to Seattle from Kennewick, Washington with a very scared wiener dog and a strange lady that made a 3 hour trip take 9 hours. 

They stayed for 2 nights in Seattle and then went to get on the plane to London.  Unfortunately, they'd lost the tickets and had to wait around for HOURS until it was sorted out.  They had arrived in London 5 days after the UK had lifted its quarantine ban on animals, which meant that the reception center was overrun with 150 dogs - they stayed there that night - YIKES.

The next day Thatcher had to get downsized because his crate was too big to fit on the plane with Maggie - so it was a smaller crate or fly separately and Maggie would not stand for separate flying, so it was smaller crate for the big boy.  A short flight later, they arrived in Glasgow.  It was late so they stayed the night with this fantastic couple in Glasgow that took them on walks and sent lots of texts. 

After a six hour ride the following day, they slunk out of the van and into my waiting arms - having just arrived myself: please see Never Let Bo Make Your Travel Arrangements.  They were quiet and every time there was a loud noise Maggie would touch her noise to her butt in a move I called: standing donut. 

This lasted for about a week and then it was back to the standard dog rodeo - Scottish style.