I learnt a couple of interesting things this holiday.

Never having flown with any sort of live animals before I duly did my research. Luckily Puppy Prozac is readily available from your local veterinarian. It’s a little expensive but the disapproving looks are apparently free.

The pills had no discernable effect on girldog but within 5 minutes boydog was rolled over on his back, grinning and making cow eyes at the purple velour rhino clutched by the toddler in the queue in front of us. Unfortunately the rhino wasn’t responding to his overtures so he stepped up the romance levels with a little serenading. Which sounds something like a deflating balloon crossed with a demented pigeon. And just so that you know, the acoustics at Cape Town International are amazing.

By the time we landed in PE he had transferred his affections to a rather harassed looking baggage handler. Grinning his big underbite grin he seemed entirely focused on getting his tongue through the bars. Not to lick anything mind you, he just looked like he was blowing one huge raspberry. Next time I’ll take a video camera.