Thanks to Continental, I'm suffering from lack of sleep, along with a sore neck and shoulders and a general feeling of malaise and interminable jet lag. I attribute my lame answers to yesterday's job interview to this. I think I should sue the airline...
Apprehensive all night after dropping off Marley at the America West/Continental cargo building, it didn't help that most of the night was spent thinking how he might be doing down below in the dark cargo hold. I had given him two sedatives prior to the flight just to calm him down and prevent him from pawing at his crate door, and hopefully, to let him sleep through the duration of the waiting time and the actual flight. I had put him in the crate a few days ago just to see how he would hate being in there, and he pawed at the door desperately, looking like he could definitely tear it down if he really got desparate enough. Landed at Newark Liberty at around 6:05 AM and headed out to the baggage claim, still worried about Marley, hoping he made it through without escaping the crate. I couldn't wait to pick him up and take him out of his cage and insure him that he was a free dog. After picking up my incredibly heavy suitcases (yes, I'm an idiot I ended up paying $75 for excess weight), I rushed off to the QUICKPAK office where Marley in his crate was waiting. He must have been still groggy in there. I said hello to him, insuring him that everything was alright and went to the desk to process the paperwork. He began to bark at this point. Understand that Marley rarely ever barks, and this was indeed a strong protest to be let out; out of the cage, out of the building, out of the whole ordeal. I was just relieved to hear the bark and to know that he was sane enough to protest the situation.
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