Sounds like the set-up for a really bad joke, I know. But I had to share a recent success story with my sister’s dachshund, Boudreaux (he’s Cajun). And yes, since Boudreaux attended my daycare with great zeal, this counts as blog-worthy.
My sister Elizabeth had to move to Hong Kong about six months ago for work. She had acquired Boudreaux, an adorable black mini dachshund pup, a little over six months before she left (from a sweet dachshund-loving breeder family just outside the city… not from a puppy mill or backyard breeder). Coming from a long line of dachshund lovers (our grandmother bred them for several years), it was no surprise that Elizabeth picked out a weiner dog, despite the decades of rug-wetting and ankle-nipping that the breed has bestowed upon our family. But this little fatty was probably the best doxie we’d had since the legendary Gretchen, who set the bar impossibly high with her nurse-like attentiveness and showers of kisses.
Anyway, after enjoying the first six or eight months of Boudreaux’s puppyhood, Elizabeth found out that she would need to move to Hong Kong for approximately two years. Though she wanted to ship him over right away, she made the responsible decision to wait, because her first several months there were spent traveling constantly. Doxies need attention — lots of attention, as any aficionado of the little long dogs will tell you. So Boudreaux shacked up with our mom to wait out the storm until he could join his mum and pop in China.
Of course, after my mother spent this much time with him, she didn’t want to give him up. By the time Elizabeth came home for Christmas, Boudreaux had his own piece of furniture and had mysteriously become accustomed to sleeping in the bed at night, much to everyone’s puzzlement. But Mom relinquished her rights after Christmas, when Boudreaux was scheduled to head to HK the same day my sister and her husband would be departing from Christmas vacation in America.
Turns out, it’s not easy to transport a dog across the globe. Luckily, Elizabeth managed to find out about Pet Relocation, whose specialty is to… well, relocate pets. Any pets. Even fish. I guess if you really love your fish… who knows, maybe it was the prize from a particularly difficult carnival game.
At any rate, Pet Relocation orchestrated the entire process — complicated vaccination deadlines, airline-regulation crates, and especially a barrage of neurotic emails from my sister. They took care of details you wouldn’t really think about, like freezing a bowl of water so that it lasts throughout the 15-hour flight. Making sure that the boarding facility he’d be attending for a night in his connecting city was cage-free, so Boudreaux could have some time outside the crate. Tweeting updates throughout his journey so Elizabeth could follow his progress (not unlike the amazing Domino’s Pizza Tracker, one of my favorite things on the Internet). And finally, late at night, delivering one Cajun-turned-Chinese weiner to an ecstatic mom, who now feels a little closer to home.
Kudos to Pet Relocation for taking great care of this weiner! Check out Elizabeth’s praise for the pet-moving experts.
Boudreaux models his new camoflage Puppia harness that a certain relative (ahem!) gave him as a going-away present. Psst — Dogs are allowed inside taxis in Hong Kong!