What an incredible experience this morning!
I usually drive across the Canada/US border for gas. Gas is so much cheaper in Washington state than our prices here. However, over the years I have been grilled with questions that make me feel like the border guards think I am a terrorist. Except today.
I headed down with Kipawa, seat belted in the front passenger seat. We got to the US border, and all the guard did was fawn all over Kipawa. She told me she was looking for a medium sized dog, she was very active, and she liked asking about dogs that come across the border. So I told her everything I could about basenjis. As I was talking to her I noticed/thought of two things:
1: The people in the cars behind me probably thought I was some kind of bad person that the border guards were 'onto', and
2. She had not asked me ANYTHING regarding why I was crossing the border, how long I would be, etc.
I wound up telling her I was going down for gas as we talked about Kipawa. She waved us on. I was laughing as I drove to the gas station, telling Kipawa he was born a charmer.
THEN coming back to the Canadian border, I got the same thing! I was only asked where I lived. Nothing about how long I had been in the US (5 minutes tops) and nothing about if I was bringing anything back. The entire conversation was about Kipawa. The border guard said she was sorry she didn't have any treats for him, how beautiful his coat was, his lovely eyes… it went on and on. It was rather hilarious.
SO.... from now on Kipawa comes with me on my gas trips! Stress free border crossings!