Today (May 14, 2021) is my 20th anniversary of immigrating to Canada!
Thank you @eye-o-newt for taking me under your wing in the schoolyard all those years ago and sticking with me to this day. It's been a wild ride and I'm glad you've been there beside me through it all (including skipping school to go to my citizenship ceremony way back when!).
Immigration day story time!
When we moved it was back in the day before dogs could travel in carriers with their owners, so my dog had to go in the undercarriage of the plane. When we got to the Miami airport she wasn't where we were told she'd be and we started to panic until we heard some very familiar barking and followed the sound, finally locating our disgruntled-looking pooch. I guess you could say she found us.
Then we went to the area where you check in bags (and dogs, as the case might be).
"The dog's not allowed on the plane," the guy at the counter said.
"Yesterday was the cutoff date for when pets can travel."
"But we left yesterday, not today," my gobsmacked mom explained. We had jumped through all the hoops so my hyper-social dog wouldn't have to quarantine, and had made sure to book our flights so that we could travel with her, but the guy didn't care.
"Alright," my mom said, "She can't go on the plane and we can't go back to Brazil because we aren't going on holiday, we're immigrating. So who's going to take care of her until she can travel? Are you going to take care of her?"
After an awkward pause, the guy agreed to let my dog through, looking embarrassed.
Hey @abpoli and @allthecanadianpolitics, if you or any of your followers have any questions about my experiences as an immigrant in Alberta/Canada, feel free to tag me in a post/reblog and I'll do my best to answer. :)
Here's a picture of me, my mom, and our dog in the football field behind our condo during our first ever Canada day:
And a better pic of my dog 'cause she was cute as heck: