The morning that we woke up in Paris to take the flight to LA everything was ready to go. Lola was booked in to fly in the hold, I had her crate all marked up, a drinking bottle etc. Desiree’s Frenchie Angus passed on that morning and I stumbled upon three back to back stories about Frenchies not making it in the hold. Panic turned to resolution and I went to the nearest pet shop and got me a soft doggie bag. At the airport I told the lady on check-in that my Mum had prepared her for flying but had never flown with a dog herself so she thought that the big crate would be fine in the cabin. “Obviously the crate is too big, so I’m just going to carry her on in this soft bag which meets FDA regulations for a cabin bag”. Poor Lola was a bit to big for the bag and almost double the weight limit but somehow the Jedi mind trick worked and the lady checked in the crate and Lola got a cabin pass! Being French, Air France were striking that night, luckily we were one of the last flights out of Charles De Gaul and after 12 hours stuck in a bag we touched down in LA and breezed through customs and immigration. Lola had arrived!! Here she is pre-Paris take off. More Life of Lola soon!
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