Attention: Help Me Get PauloHome
As some of you may know, I was meant to fly home, back to South Africa in January. I had handed in my resignation and was heading home!
But life tends to throw curveballs...
I came across Paulo in the pouring rain in the beginning of December (two weeks after handing in my resignation.) He was huddled under a car in a parking lot; his eyes were still closed and he was so small that I thought he was a little mole.
The next few weeks included bottle feeding, night shifts, bonding and feeling like a proud mamma- witnessinghis eyes open, his legs strengthen and cheering him on as his personality developed into the feisty, curious, and intelligent pup he is today.
Where I need your help:
When I committed to taking Paulo home, I genuinely (and a bit naively) thought it would be an easy process. I figured I could fly him as extra baggage and that would be it.
Plot twist: Little Paulo costs a lot more than extra baggage.