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There are times when I regret all those quinces and big breakfasts. The Pet Humans were checked in at Auckland by a trainee who announced that they were two kilos over weight on our luggage. Personally, I think that Mr Pet Human tried a bit too hard on the upgrade front - trying to get rid of - sorry upgrade - Mrs P.H. to business class so he could get at the free booze and stewardesses - but there we were suddenly re-packing at the check-in counter. Out went the Woof Guide and the Fidors and all that was left was Mr Pet Human's Big Lens or my good self. It was touch and go for a moment there - I was almost put in the post for an extended stay with cousin Emma - but common sense prevailed and the Woof Guide, etc, went into Mr Pet Human's big coat pocket, so now he looks even more voluminous than normal. Mrs Pet Human is very upset becuase she calculated her luggage allowance to the picogram. Needless to say, Mr Pet Human is in the doghouse over his collection of volcanic rock and driftwood samples, but at least he's carrying the Woof Guide so he should be able to find the doghouse fairly easily.
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