It’s only Monday, but it’s already a busy week. That’s not a bad thing, by any means, but it’s just a sign of the times to come.
This week, we’re working on getting our ducks in a row with the dogs travel to Hawaii. Did you know that Hawaii is the only state in the nation that is rabies-free? That’s right – they’ve actually never had rabies in paradise.
Moving our dogs to a state where it’s virtually impossible to come across an insane, foaming-at-the-mouth, aggressive [rabid] animal is a plus. (Note: It is very possible there are insane, foaming-at-the-mouth aggressive animals without rabies in Hawaii.) But, it makes moving the dogs to Hawaii a real bitch.
In order to get Jack and Dutchess on island, we have two options: subject our dogs to a 120-day quarantine in a state facility where we get very little time and interaction with them – and, most likely, they have to be housed in separate kennels with concrete floors, or, we can do the 5-day or immediate release program.
Since our dogs are a bit pampered, we’ll be going with immediate release. This means that we’ll have to get our pups microchipped, have their bloodwork sent to Kansas, fill out a mountain of paperwork, and fly out of Chicago.
Our cats – well, they’ll be going to Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Rick. It about breaks my heart to talk about leaving them behind, so I’ll leave that for another entry.
Dutchess and Jack
Seeing that we’re around 180 days out, it’s about time to get started with the pups. At least the vet gives out doggie bones.
`O ka hali`a aloha i hiki mai 