Last week I concluded my story about how we moved to Australia. If you read the whole series you will know from part six, taking the dog, that we brought our dog, Baggy, out to Australia with us.
This is Baggy……
Baggy went to Australia almost a month before we did. But what that meant was we could pick him up just four days after we had arrived. This is the e-mail that I sent to family and friends back in England after we had picked him up. It is a true story, this really did happen. The title to my email was…..
Sad news about Baggy
Sorry we haven’t emailed any of you yet, but we have only just got a connection and we have had to try to deal with what happened when we got Baggy. We had only been here about 4 days when we went to pick him up. He had been flown in from Sydney into Brisbane, so we went to the cargo pick up point to get him. We handed over the paperwork and proofs and the bloke said we should go round to the gates outside and he would fetch Baggy and bring him to us.
So we did and we found ourselves one side of a wire fence staring at a warehouse door, waiting for Baggy to appear. Then, after a couple of minutes, out he came, being pushed in a crate by the bloke who dealt with us.
Karen and Elizabeth were so excited to see him, they were shouting out stuff, so that he knew we had come to get him. But he really wasn’t responding. As he got closer we noticed he was shaking. His coat looked dirty and he was not responding to us at all. He actually looked to be in a terrible state. He had gone from being a cool laid back dog to a physical wreck in just one month of quarantine.
Beth was confused and Karen pretty much broke down. Now, as Baggy was delivered to us, Karen was shaking too and she kneeled down at the cage and tried to touch him through the holes. “Oh my God what have they done to you!” she cried, she was a broken woman at this stage, I saw a broken woman.
Until I said – “Karen, it’s not our dog. Just stay calm, it’s not our dog”.
Then I looked at the bloke, he looked at the ticket attached to the crate and said – oh, sorry. Then he went back and got Baggy. He was fine when he came out.
What are the chances of that eh? They had a Labrador the same build, size and weight as our dog, but about three years older. He looked a bit past it, but looking back, I can understand why he wasn’t getting too excited about meeting us or being called Baggy.
So they brought the wrong dog out by mistake. But I’m glad they did, it was priceless! I wish I’d videoed it.
For a full chronological list and brief description of all the posts in this series about how I moved to Australia, please visit my page How to Move to Australia.