Padfoot
Traveling on a Short Leash: Leaving Dogs Behind While Traveling
If you’ve been following my blog for awhile, you’ll know all about Padfoot, my neurotic rescue dog who traveled to Argentina and then back to the US with me, only to be put back on a plane to move with me to Puerto Rico shortly thereafter. He hates flying, but we cannot live without each other, so when I… Continue reading
All Dogs Go to Heaven, Padfoot goes to Puerto Rico
I’ve written a lot about my weird, totally high maintenance, but ultimately totally lovable dog, Padfoot. Padfoot traveled with me to Argentina, and then back again. I never really got the feeling that Padfoot liked Argentina much. He seemed a bit more high-strung while we were there. When I considered the consequences of moving a dog to Puerto… Continue reading
Iguanapocalypse AKA My life in Puerto Rico
So, if any of you follow me on Instagram, you will probably know that I live in a house that is more or less an iguana sanctuary. I mean, not the actual interior of my home, but my yard, roof, and garage are generally teeming with these guys. There are lots of iguanas in Puerto Rico, and they all… Continue reading
Padfoot the Reluctant Traveler
I call myself an indecisive traveler because I don’t like to choose just one place to travel, one job to work, or even one place to eat. My dog, Padfoot, however, is more of a Reluctant Traveler than anything else. Maybe some of you travelers and/or pet lovers can understand my struggle. How far would you go to stay with… Continue reading
Engine and Bowel Failures: Getting my Dog Out of Argentina (Part 2)
If you missed Part One of this story, you should read that first so you won’t be lost. The chaos continues in part 2.
Miami laughs in my face
When I got off the plane, I rushed to find my poor dog. I had 3 hours to make it through customs, figure out what the hell to do with my… Continue reading
Paperwork and Liars: Getting My Dog out of Argentina (Part 1)
When I told people I was leaving the US to move to Buenos Aires, Argentina, most of them thought I was crazy. When I added that my half-brained dog, Padfoot, would be coming with me, they thought I had snapped completely. You can read all about the insane adventure (read: stressful nightmare) that he and I went through to arrive… Continue reading
