Tanner ended up being in his travel crate from 4.00 a.m. Stockholm time until 1.00 p.m. California time which was 10.00 p.m. on his little body. That is a long time to be in a box. Poor guy. Whined and howled and cried a little once we picked him up in customs. Was banging around on the crate doors so much we had to both hold him so he wouldn't tip over! Customs was very easy and not stressful at all. Thankful for that. We got him outside and finally opened up that crate door! He looked road weary, droopy eyes, disoriented, nervous. Poor guy. He was extremely dehydrated so we made sure to give him some water right away. LAX is such a zoo. More traffic and noise than he is used to so luckily we made it to the car rental place in fairly good time. Then we was able to ride stretched out in full in the backseat. We stopped after about an hour to get some drinks and he was very, very nervous that we were going to leave him in the car. Doug got him out and took him to do his business, which he did in a very big way. He held all bodily functions for that entire trip. Crazy. He again downed a big glass of water with ease and was still panting pretty good. We were all going to be glad to get home.
We did finally arrive to Desert Hot Springs at 4.30p.m. PST. The sights, the smells, the landscape...all new to this nordic dog. He was pretty tired and disoriented for the rest of that day. But we had his little bed with us and didn't have to go anywhere. He liked the backyard and followed us around with vigilance. He finally ate some food and just kept drinking and drinking water. We're happy that all systems are working and he seems to be finding his footing. We got him a new ball and a new bone yesterday and while he barked at the cable guy when he arrived, he settled down and let him do his work!
So, we made it...to our new house. New house you say? Yes, new house. That post follows.