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The pets are one their way to my brother in law and sister in law (THANK YOU!)  I woke up at 345 am.  Got the animals loaded up.  Drove to Rome for 3.5 hours.  Got there early.  Got into the cargo area, only to have the inspection vet tell me that the dog’s kennel was to small.

I am in Rome, 3.5 hours away from anywhere I am familiar with and I do not have a GPS.  What am I supposed to do?  Thankfully the cargo company, http://www.boccaneraperazzoli.com, where awesome. They were the one group of people who actually knew what they were doing.

Well as of 1320 Texas time my family will have our cat and dog. Then the pain starts again. The family has to run around to two separate buildings several times before they can even get the animals and pay $35.

I did call Amsterdam KLM last night and they were taking good care of our pets and it sounds like everything was straight.

Well, I think I am done with this. I am tired of feeling like a failure in the mom department and then feeling like a failure in the spouse department, then feeling like a failure of a human being. I am tired of not being able to stop crying right now. I am tired of trying to be good and failing so miserably at it that I decide to take others down with me.

I am angry that NO ONE listened to me. I am angry that I did NOT LISTEN to myself. And where are we now? Trying to raise a kid that hurts my husband’s feelings on a near daily basis. Then the husband is a shit and big fat baby. Then I get bitchy. We should have NEVER, NEVER adopted until we had a plan for all the bad stuff. And I was accused of being the wet blanket because I wanted to know what are we going to do when A happens, what are we going to do when B happens? And now…what are we going to do? Because I am about ready to quite.

I cannot decide which makes me angrier? That I caved or that I believed the people that said we could do this thing and how great we would be for this kid and instead I think we are screwing his head up even more and I think it will get worse because I do not want to do it any more.

Who would have thought it would require the Pope’s blessing to get your animal out of the country. Here is a timeline of events…
1. May something or other I start calling airlines, how do I ship my pets as cargo to the US? After many phone conversations in broken Italian and broken English I give up, only for about a week and a half. I start again and find an answer, ship as cargo and there are a ton of things to get done.

2. First thing to do…Animals need current rabies vaccination, at least 30 days old and no more than a year old. Last shot was in 2007 because you do not need a rabies vaccination here, because they have no rabies.

3. Shots are administered on the 11th of June.

4. Pets now need pet passport, which is a trial in itself. The instructions given by a local American Agency are BULL SHIT!! Step one, your pet must be chipped, the chip must be regsitered in Italy. Dog was chipped in Jan 08. The AMERICAN vet told me that the chip was registered. Not so, the chip is not registered. In the lovely world of Italian beauracracy you have to take the pet to the pound to have the chip read, you then have to take the document to the ASL (sanitation dept) and then wait five days to get the pet passport, which can not be done till at least 21 days have passed for the rabies vaccination. That puts me at 13 July for the the 30 day issue which is required for the rabies vaccination and the health certificate.

5. Get everything settled, pets will fly out on the 27th of July, after 17 emails to the shipper.

6. Go to pick up vet paperwork and schedule Health Certificate appoinment for the 23rd.

7. Get email saying we cannot ship pets to requested destination. Proceed to imagine ripping some one’s throat out with my teeth.

8. Can ship pets to alternate destination, good to go, verify health assessment. ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT THE HEALTH CERTIFICATE CAN ONLY BE ISSUED BY A HEALTH DEPARTMENT VET!

I have three days to get it all done so that I can ship my animals on the 27th or 28th of July.

Now…on the homefront. Car has been destroyed. Borrowed girl friend’s car, put wrong gas in it.

Blew husband’s birthday.

Kid cannot stop lying.

Dog and cat have decided peeing or shitting is a great way to get my attention.

Have I mentioned that we are moving back to my hometown…That will be another blog.

Good afternoon…
For those who do not know me, I live in Italy. I will be departing soon for the US and I am terrified to go back.

Once I am back I think I am going to attempt to document all my assimilation faux paus. I am euro trash now and quite all right with that.