When I sat down to write yesterday’s blog entry, I hadn’t really intended it to be a rant about the state of the BC film & television industry – and the willingness of the standing provincial to help out in the least. I had planned to write about my dogs, but once I started writing I got sidetracked and, well, it was a rant long overdue.
Anyway, what I had wanted to say yesterday was that, when it comes to work, it’s not as simple as just picking up and moving. I have other lives to consider. A couple of years ago, when I was working in Toronto, I ended up having to make two trips to fly all four of my dogs cross-country in cabin (because it’s dangerous for pugs and french bulldogs to fly cargo), had to find an apartment that allowed dogs, had to move from that apartment to another apartment that accepted four dogs, had to find a doggy daycare for them, had to find a good local vet, had to drop them off and pick them up from their daycare every day, took them out (down the elevator, around the block to the park and back) three times a day, and, when my Maximus was diagnosed with a metastatic tumor, ended up doing the 90 minute drive to the Guelph small animal hospital (and 90 minute drive back) every Wednesday for his treatments. That’s in addition to their regular vet visits, feedings, and meds (The tracrolimus gel must be applied directly onto their eyeballs. It doesn’t get any easier, trust me.).
And I’m just talking Toronto. Heading down to L.A. offers up a host of other complications. Namely…
Akemi just got her permanent residence card. Now she must reside in Canada for roughly 3 (36 months) out of the next 5 (60 months) years. That’ll prove a little tricky if I’m working in the U.S.
Of course, these are all problems I’d be more than happy to stew over if and when one of these shows gets picked up.
And I’m not the only one. Despite her hip dysplasia, Jelly is just as eager to get going: