Packing up and heading out

I am in the last gasps of the final pack now! I've made my calls, written my notes, said my goodbyes, and now it's onto the actual, physical shoving of things into bags. And what shoving of things into bags shall there be...

I fly out Sunday night and arrive in Frankfurt Monday afternoon. Shane will be meeting us with a rental car and we will stay the night there, Shane will visit the Frankfurt School in the morning, and then we're off to Berlin and our new home. Hopefully all of Syd's paperwork is in order and he can get through Customs without looking too sad and without being too mad at me for putting him through such a trial. My mum has been sewing him warm, warm winter sweaters and he doesn't know it yet, but he is incredibly grateful for them. I found the German Petsmart equivalent (Fressnapf) and was greatly comforted to peruse their selection and have deduced from said selection that Germans are just as stupid ridiculous about their dogs as Americans. They have dog scarves, socks, legwarmers, shoes, hats, dog bjorns...you name it. There also seems to be a slightly alarming number of dog beds that look like people beds, with headboards and footboards, and lots of mini couches. While Syd would no doubt appreciate those attempts, he greatly prefers that we acknowledge that all beds, couches, and padded surfaces are belong to Syd, and that miniature versions are unnecessary and a tad bit insulting.

Basically, we are looking forward to sausage, pretzels, milchkaffee and Shane, and Shane is looking forward to his Kindle and us, all in no particular order. Mmmm, pretzels...

(P.S. Did I mention our apartment is next door to a theater and a biergarten? Do you think if I drop a basket down, they'll put pretzels in it for me?)