At about 6pm on the evening we were to leave Saudi, the airline called to confirm that we were scheduled for that night’s flight.  We said we were, and reminded the clerk that we had reservations for our dog, Sandy. The airline clerk said he didn’t show that as a confirmed reservation, and it would have to be worked out with the cargo office — which was closed for the day.

Of course, this led to ranting and raving, but the matter was resolved by our travel agent, although we wound up paying almost double what we’d been told it would cost. It was “take it or leave it” at the airport, so we paid, and hoped to get a refund after we got back (scilicet, “fat chance”).