Sneaky the Binky…

When I came to Russia I brought my little dog. She was 18 years old, But she wanted to come. She loved to travel more than anything, and this was to be her last trip. She did it in style and loved the jet trip and she loved Russia.

The hardest part was getting international papers for Sneaky. Had to have a vet sign off on the fact she was ok to travel. She was healthy just very old. got paper signed and put Sneaky in pet carrier. Then carried her as my carry on luggage. Got to Moscow and nobody cared that we had papers or not for her. just carried her through the gates and she was in Russia!!!

Sneaky loved Russia, We got here in October and Sneaky died December 10th 2006. She got to play in snow and she got carried by the best mommy in the world (Svet). She almost made it to Christmas, But she had a stroke and had to be put to sleep. I cried for two days. She was my buddy. She came to Russia with me and when she saw that I was going to have a good life she said goodbye.

18 years old is a long age for a doggy. She was a long red haired dachshund and about 5 pounds. Toy miniature dachshund.

We have a new dog now named Boza the Bear. We found him at a gas station. He is half German Shepard and half wire haired terrier. Svet fell in love with him, now we have a Boza. Sneaky would have liked him. She would have told him who is boss! 🙂


A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.