Seems like we are able to extend our present visas so there's no need to go flying out of the country in a jiff. At least not until we get our PR. Initially, we were kinda worried about not getting our PR after our NZ trip because that would mean another "mandatory" exit again but now that we've heard about the visa extension option, it's one item checked on our distress list.
As for Ginger, she'll just have to get used to the idea that she's going to a kennel. She made it sound like her sanity's hanging by the thread but the fact of the matter is, this kennel is different (at least quite different from the one where she was quarantined).
For one, the lady owner is reputed to be a crazy lover of dogs. So much so that she lives in the kennel. Literally. We've reci-ed the place and found out her house and the kennel are fenced up in this one big compound. And apart from walking the dogs under her care daily and allowing them to play with each other in this reasonably-sized playground, she sometimes shares her bedroom with them just like Jacko shares his with little boys.
But more impressively, the kennel is resided next to a veterinary clinic. In fact, they share part of the compound and access to the clinic staff is a mere five seconds walk. Not that we think anything is going to happen to Ginger but the time she was placed under home care two years ago while we were holidaying in Tioman, she was pawed by a cat in the eye and had she been taken to a vet. quickly instead of only until we picked her up, she might not have developed the nasty infection that she did. Anyway, the proximity of the vet. clinic to the said kennel is certainly perceived as a safety net by people like us who just needed that peace of mind.
Perhaps more importantly, the kennel charges a tolerable fee of $16/day (including food) and since we've only planned to be NZ for a few days (definitely less than a week), the bill sounds affordable.
So, disposal of Ginger during our stay in NZ - checked. Heh. :)
As for Ginger, she'll just have to get used to the idea that she's going to a kennel. She made it sound like her sanity's hanging by the thread but the fact of the matter is, this kennel is different (at least quite different from the one where she was quarantined).
For one, the lady owner is reputed to be a crazy lover of dogs. So much so that she lives in the kennel. Literally. We've reci-ed the place and found out her house and the kennel are fenced up in this one big compound. And apart from walking the dogs under her care daily and allowing them to play with each other in this reasonably-sized playground, she sometimes shares her bedroom with them just like Jacko shares his with little boys.
But more impressively, the kennel is resided next to a veterinary clinic. In fact, they share part of the compound and access to the clinic staff is a mere five seconds walk. Not that we think anything is going to happen to Ginger but the time she was placed under home care two years ago while we were holidaying in Tioman, she was pawed by a cat in the eye and had she been taken to a vet. quickly instead of only until we picked her up, she might not have developed the nasty infection that she did. Anyway, the proximity of the vet. clinic to the said kennel is certainly perceived as a safety net by people like us who just needed that peace of mind.
Perhaps more importantly, the kennel charges a tolerable fee of $16/day (including food) and since we've only planned to be NZ for a few days (definitely less than a week), the bill sounds affordable.
So, disposal of Ginger during our stay in NZ - checked. Heh. :)
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