Ok when we received our orders to go to Hawaii, somehow the information regarding our pets was not mentioned. Seems the Army doesn't believe that pets are a necessity. Thankfully while I was speaking to a lady in Hawaii about housing, she brought it to my attention. Hawaii is a rabies free state with a strict quideline that must be met before you dogs can be released into your custody. One that can be very expensive if you are unaware of this and you could show up in Hawaii with your pets to only have them quarantined for 120 days for 1200.00 of your hard earned dollars. So here's the information. We did it and it's really easy to follow to ensure you dogs are eligible for DIRECT AIRPORT RELEASE. Now one thing that is not mention anywhere is that when you make your reservations at the Inn of Schofield your pets are not allowed to stay with you. On direct airport release you must have prior reservations at the Hawaii MWR kennel which is located next to the Hawaii Animal Quaratine Station. The cost is $14 per one pet or $25 for two. Also before I forget, the kennel wants you to try and make your pets reservation as much as 30 days before your projected arrival date or as soon as possible. Hopefully the link included on the post below will work and if not here is there direct line (808) 368-3456 Your pet's clearing process must be conducted thru your current duty stations VTF. Your pet's OLE-FAVN (rabies antibodies level ) testing must also be thru a authorized DOD unit. Your VTF will have this information and send off your dog's sample themselves. Also your dog and cat import form must be notorized when you send it off to Hawaii. When you receive your flight information you must contact the airline's to make arrangements for your pets to fly on the same flight with you. Here is where the Army thinks pets aren't necessary. You have to make your own travel plans for your pets and pay for their flight. I found that most pets based on their size will fly as cargo at the rate of $250 in the US. If you pet is small enough to take as carry on then the rate is $150. International rates are differant so call as soon as you receive your flight information. If your pets kennel doesn't have the large green Live Animal Sticker on it (or you threw it away like I did) you can buy the packet at any pet store for approx $5-$7. It includes the snap on food and water tray along with the live animal checklist that goes on top of your pet's kennel. You will have to conduct this inspection with the airline personnel before they accept your pet for boarded cargo. Footnote....if your pet is small and you can carry their kennel then great. But if your like us and have a big pet here's a little tip. You will need a little kennel cart of your own. Most airports have them on a first come first serve basis. This is very frustrating when moving your pet from point A to point B. Again most pet center carry for reasonable pricing a doggie dolley if you will. Trust me it's a investment that will pay for itself. Ok so long story short it's a lot of work but it can be done. The best advice I received from Ms Barbara from Ft Bragg turned out to be the best I had ever heard. She said keep a separate file for each dog. I went and bought one of those file keepers with the separate dividers in them so each dog had their own spot but all information was still in one spot. All paperwork going to Hawaii must have your pet's microchip number on it. They must be microchipped before the rabies test (OLE-FAVN) is done. Each rabies shot must be more than 90 older than the previous one. If you have more than one pet entering Hawaii send their paperwork together in one mailing but in separate manilla envelopes and with separate money orders for each. Send it in enough time that Hawaii receives it 10 days before you get there. Since you have to send originals of everything, make copies to carry with you. Make your last dog vet visit no more than 1-2 before you flight to Hawaii. Your pet's health certificate has very specific information that MUST be listed on it. They also have to be treated with frontline by your VTF. Most VTF's will let you bring your own frontline to avoid high cost, but they have to be the one to administer it to your pet. Also don't forget on that last pet visit to bring a stool sample as your pet is tested one last time for heartworms and such. Hope all this helps and good luck. Animal QuarantineHawaii is a rabies free state. Hawaii's quarantine law is designed to protect residents and pets from potentially serious health problems associated with the presence and spread of rabies. Success of the quarantine program is dependent on maintaining isolation of your pet from other animals for the required quarantine period.Importation of dogs, cats and other carnivores into Hawaii is governed by Chapter 4-29 of the State of Hawaii, Department of Agriculture Administrative Rules. This law says that these animals are required to complete a 120-day confinement in the State Animal Quarantine Station. If specific pre-arrival and post-arrival requirements are met, animals may qualify for a 30-day quarantine or a new 5-day-or-less quarantine that became effective on June 30, 2003. Qualifications for Hawaii residents with pets and reduced "re-entry" fees became effective on February 12, 2004.Animal Quarantine Station Rabies Information Brochure [aqsbrochure.pdf, Rev. 10/21/04] This brochure contains important information about pre-arrival requirements, quarantine station procedures, policies, rules, operations and fees.Hawaii Resident Pets: Owners wishing to leave the State of Hawaii with their pets, and return, must meet all requirements on the "Checklist for Hawaii Resident Pets" to return without extended quarantine. The 120 day "pre-arrival" waiting period after a successful rabies blood test is modified prior to leaving the State or can be in combination with time spent out-of-state before re-entry depending on circumstances. See Checklist for Hawaii Resident Pets for details.MWR Pet KennelsThe USAG-HI Morale, Welfare and Recreation Pet Kennel is available for your cats and dogs. The kennel is is located at the Halawa State Quarantine site in Halawa Valley. Look for the sign "MWR Pet Kennel." For more information, click here.
Re-Entry Fee Requirements: For pets re-entering Hawaii after completing a Hawaii animal quarantine program, click here for requirements to qualify for the reduced "Re-entry" fee for Direct Airport Release or 5-day or-less quarantine.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Forgetter be Forgotten
My forgetter's getting better , But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny But , to me , that is no jokeFor when I'm 'here' I'm wondering If I really should be 'there' And , when I try to think it through , I haven't got a prayer! Oft times I walk into a room , Say 'what am I here for?' I wrack my brain , but all in vain! A zero , is my score. At times I put something away Where it is safe , but , Gee! The person it is safest fromIs , generally , me! When shopping I may see someone , Say 'Hi' and have a chat , Then , when the person walks away I ask myself , 'who the hell was that?' Yes , my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke , And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke.
Ha, this seems to be the nursery rhyme of the day where Aaron is concerned. Let me tell you at my age I would seem to have a ready excuse when forgetful. But at nine??????? Day in and day out our son when questioned about his chores just seems to go blank as if not understanding the question. It's almost comical to watch. Eyes goes blank, you can see the wheels spinning in his mind. Beads of sweat are pooling as if the answer determined the differance between the million dollar or thousand dollar prize. Shifting of the feet, squirming around then finally the requestion....what? Hello, I am speaking english here right. Perhaps I need to learn to speak pokemon. Act like the high commander who issues a charge to the hero.
I don't get it because he remembers to eat, he has the Disney Channel guide memorized better than the ABC's. But let it come around to feeding the dogs and he loves his dogs dearly. Just not at breakfast or dinner. And it's not just chores, it's his daily rountine in general.
Maybe it's the age I need to ask Dr. Spock about that. But omg you let me forget soccer practice and fall one minute behind my normal routine of starting dinner. Watch out universe.....the enemy has attacked. All is not well in Kansas. I think I'll go on strike!
I can't remember if Jeremy and Cameron were as such although Aaron has himself convinced they were. I think that's his defense. So here is where mom goes into the meltdown that things he's been doing for a while now aren't chores, but it's routine, it repetitive. And of course being my child and I can't fault him for this but he pops off in response " you say that mom cause your not picking up doggie poo".
Ok now can we say the Exorcist. Now who's eyes are rolling into the back of their head. Steam blowing out of places, burning the skin off my faces as my head rotates in a full 360 and just when the demon is about to come out; it's dad to the rescue.
Honey, honey calm down. Calm down did you hear that. The law says we can't beat our kids, but it doesn't say anything about me sending him to school dressed like Steve Urkel, taking his T.V and feeding him inmate rations for the rest of his life. I start scrubbing the laminate off the kitchen counter because right now it's the safest thing to do and I can hear Brian telling Aaron how poor of a choice that he made. You know that same ol speech that I probably heard a thousand times myself as a kid. All the while my conversation is running thru my mind like an old movie reel on a Saturday night. Then it hits me just how funny it did sound coming from my child. He can't remember to do his chores, but he can firmly stand his ground in his expression of dislike of doggie chore.
So little man comes to apologize, we have our calm and rational speech of how I'm teaching him to be responsible and such. These are things that are really teaching him how to be a better adult and we finish our night watching a movie on T.V. Later as Aaron is now asleep Brian and I are in the kitchen just laughing over the situation when I look out the back door into the yard. Bada bing, bada boom what do I see but several right there in your face little piles of proof that we have dogs and once again.........Aaron has not done his chore.
UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, I silently scream as the steam engines start to chug.
Ha, this seems to be the nursery rhyme of the day where Aaron is concerned. Let me tell you at my age I would seem to have a ready excuse when forgetful. But at nine??????? Day in and day out our son when questioned about his chores just seems to go blank as if not understanding the question. It's almost comical to watch. Eyes goes blank, you can see the wheels spinning in his mind. Beads of sweat are pooling as if the answer determined the differance between the million dollar or thousand dollar prize. Shifting of the feet, squirming around then finally the requestion....what? Hello, I am speaking english here right. Perhaps I need to learn to speak pokemon. Act like the high commander who issues a charge to the hero.
I don't get it because he remembers to eat, he has the Disney Channel guide memorized better than the ABC's. But let it come around to feeding the dogs and he loves his dogs dearly. Just not at breakfast or dinner. And it's not just chores, it's his daily rountine in general.
Maybe it's the age I need to ask Dr. Spock about that. But omg you let me forget soccer practice and fall one minute behind my normal routine of starting dinner. Watch out universe.....the enemy has attacked. All is not well in Kansas. I think I'll go on strike!
I can't remember if Jeremy and Cameron were as such although Aaron has himself convinced they were. I think that's his defense. So here is where mom goes into the meltdown that things he's been doing for a while now aren't chores, but it's routine, it repetitive. And of course being my child and I can't fault him for this but he pops off in response " you say that mom cause your not picking up doggie poo".
Ok now can we say the Exorcist. Now who's eyes are rolling into the back of their head. Steam blowing out of places, burning the skin off my faces as my head rotates in a full 360 and just when the demon is about to come out; it's dad to the rescue.
Honey, honey calm down. Calm down did you hear that. The law says we can't beat our kids, but it doesn't say anything about me sending him to school dressed like Steve Urkel, taking his T.V and feeding him inmate rations for the rest of his life. I start scrubbing the laminate off the kitchen counter because right now it's the safest thing to do and I can hear Brian telling Aaron how poor of a choice that he made. You know that same ol speech that I probably heard a thousand times myself as a kid. All the while my conversation is running thru my mind like an old movie reel on a Saturday night. Then it hits me just how funny it did sound coming from my child. He can't remember to do his chores, but he can firmly stand his ground in his expression of dislike of doggie chore.
So little man comes to apologize, we have our calm and rational speech of how I'm teaching him to be responsible and such. These are things that are really teaching him how to be a better adult and we finish our night watching a movie on T.V. Later as Aaron is now asleep Brian and I are in the kitchen just laughing over the situation when I look out the back door into the yard. Bada bing, bada boom what do I see but several right there in your face little piles of proof that we have dogs and once again.........Aaron has not done his chore.
UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, I silently scream as the steam engines start to chug.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Shoulda, Gotta.....Notta
Brrrrg, Brrrrg, Brrrg constantly going off in my ear. Another sleepless night with no where enough sleep to get me out of bed to start off the morning. But it falls under gotta. Reluctantly I reach over and slam the alarm off. If my alarm was suddenly blessed with the ability to speak, I imagine I'd have more than ringing to hear. Off to Aaron's room who no more wants to slide out from his warm bed than I did mine. ( another gotta). I shoulda set the coffee pot last night to autobrew but who has the energy at bedtime. Something I've really got to work on. I bet I could make that chore fall under Brian's honey do list. Hmn note to self!
Mom-Aaron wake up honey, it's time to get ready for school
Aaron-no response
Mom- get up and get ready for school
Aaron(grumbling)-five more minutes
Ah to be a kid again begging for five more minutes. Flashback to beating on the alarm begging for a nine minute snooze. So off I go to give my son his much needed five more minutes to let out the dogs. Ok imagine with me if you will. We have two dogs Bishop and Boudin. Now Bishop other than he loves to argue with you all the day; when it's time to go outside for the first morning pee. He is beating a path down the hall way. No proscrasinating on his part. Boudin is another day. Picture a miniature dasuachand that is 10 pounds overweight and in no hurry to get it all going in one direction. Bad enough I don't want to be out of bed, Aaron has begged off for five more minutes. Now I have a dog who can barely get off the bed, not hurry to do so (it's cold outside). But he has to take 5 minutes to stretch not only his legs in every direction, but his body as well. If I said it once, I've said it 100 times that Boudin should be a circus dog with all the ways he can twist and turn himself. But finally he waddles on down the hallway to the back door. Of course I get that "Are you kidding me look" as the wind hits him, but out he goes anyway.
Back to Aaron because by now I'm fully awake, his five minutes are gone and I fully intend in letting him know. Out of bed he pops with his every day cheerful "Good morning mom" as if no memory of our previous converations. Rush, rush, rush cause the bus is coming, dogs need to be fed and let's not forget Aaron's very animated ritual of brushing his teeth and pouring on his bo-boo juice. (Cologne) Says the ladies love it.
Finally out the door and off to the bus. Bye, have a good day and see you after school; back home again. Grab that cup of coffee, turn on the news and settle down into my favorite cushion on the couch for my morning rituals.
Brrrg, brrrg, brrrg. Telephone. Brian with his lists of honey don't forget to do's. So much for working on my hiney spreading technique today for another day has started at the Cartwright house.
Mom-Aaron wake up honey, it's time to get ready for school
Aaron-no response
Mom- get up and get ready for school
Aaron(grumbling)-five more minutes
Ah to be a kid again begging for five more minutes. Flashback to beating on the alarm begging for a nine minute snooze. So off I go to give my son his much needed five more minutes to let out the dogs. Ok imagine with me if you will. We have two dogs Bishop and Boudin. Now Bishop other than he loves to argue with you all the day; when it's time to go outside for the first morning pee. He is beating a path down the hall way. No proscrasinating on his part. Boudin is another day. Picture a miniature dasuachand that is 10 pounds overweight and in no hurry to get it all going in one direction. Bad enough I don't want to be out of bed, Aaron has begged off for five more minutes. Now I have a dog who can barely get off the bed, not hurry to do so (it's cold outside). But he has to take 5 minutes to stretch not only his legs in every direction, but his body as well. If I said it once, I've said it 100 times that Boudin should be a circus dog with all the ways he can twist and turn himself. But finally he waddles on down the hallway to the back door. Of course I get that "Are you kidding me look" as the wind hits him, but out he goes anyway.
Back to Aaron because by now I'm fully awake, his five minutes are gone and I fully intend in letting him know. Out of bed he pops with his every day cheerful "Good morning mom" as if no memory of our previous converations. Rush, rush, rush cause the bus is coming, dogs need to be fed and let's not forget Aaron's very animated ritual of brushing his teeth and pouring on his bo-boo juice. (Cologne) Says the ladies love it.
Finally out the door and off to the bus. Bye, have a good day and see you after school; back home again. Grab that cup of coffee, turn on the news and settle down into my favorite cushion on the couch for my morning rituals.
Brrrg, brrrg, brrrg. Telephone. Brian with his lists of honey don't forget to do's. So much for working on my hiney spreading technique today for another day has started at the Cartwright house.
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