And of course there was the question of whether Bobo would even want to come. His "B" option was pretty solid: he could stay with our (and his) best friend Tina, who is like a second mother to him, and miss a transatlantic flight in a crate.
When push came to shove we could not leave him. We knew moving to Europe would be hard for the girls, and nothing makes a rental in a foreign country homier than bringing your dog. Here's Dahlia and Bobo as proof:
And by the way, because Slovenia is super into exorcise, the park has a little area of exercise machines. When Georgia comes with me, she takes advantage: