Aww, I missed you too, my ipsy tipsy little Strawberry Cheesecake!
I had to do a bit of research, because of the mention of your Yorkie(s).
Now, Germany is a wonderful and beautiful country, of course, full of wonderful and beautiful people. I know this one man somewhere around Oberhausen, called Heinz, according to many many drooling women a gorgeous man. He's an ex-priest (I don't know the exact story here, but apparently God tried to prove Heinz didn't exist, and that ended the romance right there).
Anyway, the Yorkies do pose a problem, dear, as the rumour turned out to be true: only German-barking dogs are allowed. That means German Shepherds are OK, and Boxers (well, they look German), and Dachshunden too (well, they sound German) but Yorkies are definitely a NO. Besides, they look too effeminate anyway. In Bavaria, they have Yorkies for breakfast.
And even if you'd have Shepherds, you need a Barking License for them and that can take months. Don't even think about Barking Lessons!
A strange rule, yes? But then, every country has its peculiarities. In Britain, people have bacon 'n sausages for breakfast. In Holland, that's illegal (about the
only thing illegal over here).

But that's neither here nor there. It seems the whole movie synchronisation business in Germany started with this law. The film "Lassie come home" featured an English-barking Collie. To solve that problem, they dubbed the whole flick in German. People liked it so much that from that moment on every movie got synchronized. So nowadays, young kids watch Laurel & Hardy being called 'Dick und Doof'. (Tis true!) Imagine Ollie talking in the mirror: "Ich hab nur zwei wörter für dich: Un-möglich!"
Strange, nah?
Still, even now that Germany has become academic, I asked about taking my pet camel Sandy with me. They said 'Kein Problem' aber it has to be on a leash all the time. Eh? A leash?? My poor Sandy! We go for walkies in the woods. We play fetch together every day. Sandy chucks the ball away with her nose and I run after it. Yes, it used to be the other way around, until the day came when I accidentally threw the ball way up onto the highway above. Sandy chased after it and her appearance up there created the biggest chain crash in Dutch history. 212 cars, 17 trucks and 3 Chevy Vans were involved. Of course, the first few drivers claimed to have seen a camel. They ended up paying for all the damage.
Sandy was unharmed, phew! but we had to buy a new ball...
Anyway...
We'll think of some other destination, dear. A nice country with a river with a bit of sand next to it. That rules out Kazakhstan: lots of rivers, no sand.
PS: I'm fine with Marinus calling you Jessica, as I know you're actually named Esmeralda....
