Can I just say really quickly how incredibly easy it was to get Trixie into the country of France? We went through immigration where they stamped our passports. We got our bags from the carousel. When it came time for customs, it literally was just walking though a door way. There were cops around and a little alcove where you could be escorted and your bags would be taken apart, but no, they didn't even ask us to step aside. Aaron and I looked at each other thinking maybe we should mention that we have a dog.
Aaron- Um, excuse me, we have a dog.
Cop- Great (not in the "Yeah, you have a dog congrats!" way; more so in the "so? you want a medal?") Does he have a microchip?
Aaron- Yes
Cop- Then that's it.
And into the country Trixie went.
I can only imagine how much of a pain it's going to be when we return to America.
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