We chose Rotterdam Airport, as it is a very small airport, and you can collect your pet at the door where you are unloaded yourself. And you can take your dog to the gate yourself, where it is put on a cart, and driven the last 100 meters across the tarmac to the plane. No transit through nasty luggage processing there.
The empty bench was filled with an eiderdown, shoes and some other things we thought we needed in Spain. Like sweaters, and some jumpers.
It was a bit of a gamble if the bench would fit the rented car. It did, when folded up. Which meant that we'd have to have the dog on the back seats while driving.
Alicante. As hotel Areca did not allow dogs, this probably was our last stopover here. A pity, because that means we have to pick a hotel about 10 km from Torrellano, so we will miss out on dinner at Nuestra Barra! But tonight we're still lucky.
Tomorrow, at 13:00: ZOOMBA! We need to be there in time, so she does not have to sit in her cage waiting for us, after being transported from the kennels in Pechina. We thought.
It's about an hour driving from the house to SOSAdopta in Viator, and it's about two hours from Alicante to our house, so we need to leave in time, if we want to do shopping beforehand.
We were at the house at 11:30, with our car full of shopping. We should have brought shopping bags.
It had been raining heavily, we could see the traces of running water all over. And it was damp inside. Nothing a few open windows don't cure. But: no electricity. The circuit breaker (RCD) refused to stay up. That means: no fridge, meaning: no ice cubes or cool wine. And an urgency in finishing off the sausages we bought.
But first we have a dog to collect, and it's 12:00, we need to GO! Hurry up! And why did we bring jumpers and long pants? And why don't we have any shorts left, here? It's bloody hot! Forgot your mobile? Too bad. Grr!
Arrived in Viator 13:15. "Hola! Is Corrinne here?", "not yet", "we're here for Zoomba!", which made faces brighten. "Ah, Zoomba! She's here!", pointing at our dog, who was in a nice dog basket in the pet shop.
Not in a cage.
She had not been at the kennels at all. She had stayed at the vet/pet shop and was loved a lot by all the staff, taken for walks a few times a day, and well fed.
So we have been worried for two months while our dog had been feasting and was loved. It's so fair!
We were told it was about time she left, too, as she was becoming a bit bored, bullying other dogs around, and wrecking the cage she was in at night. We were all too happy to oblige. She looks happy! And she looks well!
The goodbye was heart warming. Cuddles were exchanged, a lot of snacks supplied, and photos taken, it was obvious she was loved a lot. And we had the chance to shake hands with Corinne after all. That was good. And the puppies all have new homes. These people are saints! We won't forget that, and we'll be donators and help them.
Papers and chip were all in order, although Zoomba suddenly was four years old, instead of two. Oh well, who cares. She's a lady. And she's back home.
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