tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808484.post116229798982861753..comments2023-10-28T07:26:09.479+01:00Comments on Les said, the better: I used to have a dogCharles CĂ©leste Hutchinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123138871494922485noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808484.post-1162317410982248542006-10-31T17:56:00.000+00:002006-10-31T17:56:00.000+00:00I hear what you're saying. When I was ten, my fam...I hear what you're saying. When I was ten, my family moved to the Philippines for 6 months and took our dog Samson with us. It was on the way back that it became awful for him. In Hawaii they said he couldn't come into the US and he would have to be quarantined. I saw his carrier sitting on the tarmac and he was barking as loud as he could. I was freaking out and sobbing uncontrollably, and so was Will. Finally something was worked out and he was allowed back on the plane and flew back to SF with us. But it was harrowing for the humans, so Goddess knows what it was like for him.Polly Springhornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411711620796544975noreply@blogger.com