This last Friday Ricky had his first airplane ride, at least with us. He did great!
We have an airline approved Sherpa carrier. About 2 weeks ago, I started acquainting Ricky with the carrier. I would put his food in the carrier twice a day, and he would have to crawl inside to eat out of his bowl. So by Friday, his carrier was not a new, scary place for him. We had him on leash in the departure lounge in Cabo until it was time to board and then zipped into his carrier. We put him and the carrier under the seat in front of us and I thought he would go to sleep. Nope! He rested quietly the whole time except for a couple of high-pitched yips, meaning he wanted out and sit on our laps. The carrier is mesh on the sides, and he could see out and see us, but "No can do Ricky." I asked the people in the seats in front of us if they had heard him, and they said they heard nothing. With so much ambient noise inside the aircraft, it would be hard for anyone to hear him except us, who are attuned to his language.
2 1/2 hours later at LAX we let him out after we get off the sky ramp. We walked through baggage and immigration with him on leash, and like all Havanese, he was the center of attention. The immigration officer wanted to know all about him and petted him which was embarrassing because there was a long line behind us. I told him he was a Cuban breed.......but then quickly added, "He was born in Houston!" The officer laughed and said, "we'll let him enter the US this time."
I had obtained an international health certificate from a Vet in Cabo prior to leaving. I also had a list of all his vaccinations from his Vet in California. When checking out of Mexico, the gate agent wanted to see his papers. I gave them only his vaccination list and held the health certificate in reserve to see what would happen. The vaccination paper was sufficient, and they gave us our boarding passes. When going through immigration at LAX, they didn't ask for any papers.
As soon as we got out of the terminal, I took Ricky to potty, but he was not interested, just too much excitement going on around him. Even when we arrived at our daughter's house, he still wasn't interested because he was so excited to see his tia's and cousin doggies. Finally, after about 6 hours of holding it, he relented and lifted his leg in the back yard. None the worse for wear!
So it was a good learning experience for all of us. We are all looking forward to our next plane ride in February.