On a Magic Carpet Ride

The flight to Ben Gurion Airport was pleasant from start to finish. Guinness was the star of the show. While many travelers looked somewhat askance at our little Stud Muffin, their concern was somewhat justified. During the 45 minutes that the evil clerk Anna made me repack all my belongings, I strategically put Guinness' kennel just far enough away from me that he began to yap in protest at his perceived abandonment. Yap . . .Yap . . . Yap . . . Yap . . . Our fellow passengers, who were also checking in, fell into two categories: "Oh look, the little puppy! He's so CUTE! He's making aliyah with us!" was one camp.

The other camp? "If that little runt yaps like that for 12 hours, I'm going to take one of the plastic knives and stab him to death!" But Guinness was real trooper. He went to the bathroom in the bathroom (Dozens of paper towels on the floor), and he only began to yap when the aroma of chicken in duck sauce filled the air. He may be old, arthritic, half deaf, blind and with a heart murmur, but his sense of smell is still working just fine!

We arrived in Israel, Aima was retrieved before she got wind of her five pound passenger, and our driver was young, frum, energetic and soo kind. I passed out from exhaustion and woke up to find he had pulled over. I was then horrified to see him using latex gloves to pick up Aima's "welcoming" present. No, no he said to my apologies, it is natural, she's been in a plane for hours, ayn bayah. What a mensch!

He dropped me off at 11:45 am and by noon the dachshunds and I had passed out!