Well by the title you can guess that I have moved, taken the big jump over the pond and landed in Colorado. After an 8 year hiatus from living in the states I am back and ready *cough* for action. We arrived Tuesday after a really long day of sitting and drinking beer on the plane. We get to the passport control and we tell the guy that Dennis is immigrating and that we have all the forms. The nice, funny guy says “now why would you want to do that?”. Not wanting to tell him we came to steal other people’s jobs, I said it was a long story and that seemed to be enough for him. I also asked him if he could put Dennis down for a full body cavity search and to be gentle since it was his first time. That was $100 wasted, they didn’t even touch him. Just kidding, I wouldn’t spend $100 on that.

But they took Dennis away, with out the white jacket, and I went to the conveyor belt to await the 5 huge bags and dog.  Now this is the interesting part since I am wearing two wrist braces and my back is hurting from the plane, stupid fibromyalgia, and I have no idea when Dennis will be released. I take a quick look at the bag belt and see nothing of my stuff so I rush to the oversize luggage department and there is Murphy, waiting for me. He looks so sad in his kennel and I want to rip the door open and let him out. He sees me and starts whining cause he wants out. I load him on the little cart and start to head back to the luggage belt when I am stopped. This women comes over and explains that the dog must stay there because of airport policy. But she says she will stay with Murphy (she is in-love by this point) and so I leave. I manage to flag down a guy to help with the luggage and I collect my things and my dog and wait. Now the little room where Dennis is not being manhandled is all the way back near the passport control and I am at the other end of the huge room. Finally He arrives, we go through agriculture and get outside. Now Murphy is whining like no tomorrow and we want to get him out as soon as possible, but Murphy’s Law kicks in and ofcourse my dad has parked on the other side of the airport. So with the nice porter, our 5 huge bags, whining dog, unviolated husband and my dad, I walk to the other end of the airport and we get outside.

We rip open the door on the kennel and Murphy comes jumping out, tail wagging and nose sniffing. He rushes over to the nearest post and takes his first American piss. And man did he need it, he made the Mississippi look like a dry river bed. He was happy to get that out of his system. We loaded up the two cars we had (my mom had left hers there in the morning since she had to take the plane to a business meeting) and headed off. As we left the airport, we saw the sun set over the Rockies and I felt, this is it….. this is vacation!