While I was bickering with Perry about taking Norma Jean with me to Florida, Tammy yanked out the Yellow Pages and systematically worked down the list, calling all the 1-800 numbers for the airlines. She finally found one that not only would accept a Great Dane for transport, but they also provided a carrier for her— to the tune of five hundred plus bucks, but that included the ticket, carrier and a veterinary technician fight attendant who would feed and water her while on board. The only snag was we couldn’t fly out until tomorrow morning.
Perry made a couple of his-honorly phone calls, arranging to have his cases postponed or reassigned for the next week and then went home to pack.
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