Jailbreak from Her Majesty's Doggy Prison

So, the babies are sprung. They made it over the wall! Actually, they only had to spend one night in doggy prison. The vet that came decided he had enough documentation to issue Brooke's passport. So, now both of my world travelers have their very own EU passports - now, if only I could get my Irish Citizemship, andwe'd be all set. As it is right now, if I actually wanted to stay at the end of a year, I couldn't, but they could! Of course, we'd have to see how the feel at the end of  a year. They may never want to leave, or they may be longing for the good old US of A. Sadly, they're not likely to ever see their favorite window seat again, assuming the house has sold by the time they go back to NY. I'm not going to dwell on that right now, though, it'll just make me sad. Right now I'm happy to have them here, and we are all slowly adjusting to havng to take walks, instead of having a nice backyard (as much of a hardship for me as them!). We're also dealing with the distractions on those walks - Brooke has developed a fascination with pigeons, and Cali will bark at anything with wheels (bikes, suitcases, scooters), along with joggers and small children. Ah, such a joy to take walks with them! Well, we'll all adjust. Now, I just have to adjust to the new job! Stay tuned . . .