Crossing the borders of El Salvador, Honduras and Nicaragua was a little sketchy.  First, the vet in Guatemala said it would cost us $300 to get my health certification into these countries.  He told us it wasn’t really worth it.  So, I had to cross some borders illegally.  I didn’t like being stuck behind a wall of backpacks and camera gear in the back seat, mostly because the air conditioning was blocked and it was hot.  I was constantly being told to lay down (which was annoying).  All I wanted was a Pepsi (and some AC).  Sometimes the air was so thick, I could smell the fear.

Luckily everything worked out, and in Nicaragua I was able to get legalized in all of these countries, including Costa Rica – for only $40!  So, it’s official.  I’m legal in 8 different countries total.  Now that I’ve dealt with the stress of being illegal in two countries, I can feel for the other immigrant dogs.  Really, I can’t understand what all the commotion is about.  I dream about a world where there are dogs without borders, they all have loving and safe homes with their families, and no dog is left behind.  Maybe when a dog is elected president… Bernie’s Mountain Dog?