Once they landed at the Dublin airport, Bobby and Powwow were whisked off to a smaller plane and the whole process was repeated. Jet lag hit Bobby hard and he stumbled through the transfer in a fog. There was paperwork and a veterinarian, but everything seemed to happen far away.
A mixture of relief and apprehension surged through Bobby as he felt the smaller plane descend, then reach the ground. The pilot settled gently before turning to taxi to a parking spot. Finally the ramp came down. Bobby opened Powwow’s cage and led her out. She stamped her feet and shook herself from nose to tail. Once they descended to the green turf beside the plane, she gave a snort and a soft hee-haw.
Bobby looked around, shocked to find they were not at a busy airport but had landed on a grassy strip set am
