I’ve been feeding Florence in the back of the car for weeks now.
Our efforts today culminated in her jumping in without a problem to go get her pet passport, for which they needed to read her microchip.
An official came down to the car, which had to happen because animals aren’t allowed in there.
For the rest, I stupidly queued at the desk for registering her when she’s registered already.
The man before me in the queue was registering 17 puppies with separate owners (sigh) but at least we had an interesting conversation.
Although his house is sound, he told me, he prefers to sleep outside in a tent where earthquakes instead of being frightening feel as if the earth were rocking him.
If we lived in a teepee I guess I might feel like that.