My worst holidays ever? Hmm... There were not a cancelled flight, a broken or a lost suitcase and a rude receptionist. Once upon a time I came back from my holidays in Saint Petersburg to France and I decided to bring my husband a puppy of Caucasian shepherd, which he dreamed of. The puppy was adorable and looked like a bear cub. I took a veterinary certificate, I bought a cage. A travel agency informed the airlines Alitalia, received a permission and I payed a flight of the puppy according to its weight. In the airport I passed all the types control. My husband has yet left the town in France to meet me in Paris, when I was refused of boarding because of absence of the special spot for animals in the luggage compartment of the plane. It was whose mistake? I discussed, I argued with the Italian plane's crew. Through stress I've forgotten all the English words and I spoke French in spite of the fact that stewardesses hardly understood me. I combated to the last and finally I've conquered! My puppy went with me in the passenger cabin. Now it lives with us in our house and doesn't think about all these adventures.