Flying is for the birds
– September 13, 2017 Toby –
The other day, I flew with Johnnie and I’m still jaded about the trip. At first everything seemed cool. I got to hang in the small travel bag with the top open. When we checked in, the lady at the counter was so nice and smelled good. I got lots of attention from the girls when we sat in the terminal waiting for the plane. I was getting into a good mental zone. Not sure if Johnnie slipped me something, but I feel like I did the other day after we came back from the Vet. Kinda mellow, a little spacey and sleepy, but sleepy is normal. After all I am a dog.
Then it got bad. All this noise and people lining up. Johnnie stuffed my head into the bag and zipped it closed. I could only lay down as I am on the big size to fit into this size bag, but it’s the biggest that will fit under the seat. It was a slow board as I lay drowsing in a moving bag. Set me down already.
Finally, I’m slipped under the seat in front of Johnnie’s feet. He opens the top a little and I can stick my head out for a Johnnie rub. The lady in the blue uniform is nice, she pets my head and likes the fluffy-fluff. Okay, I can handle this. But no, I push back as Johnnie tries to stuff my head back into the bag. I give him my best sad eyes and a yip, but he won’t have it and pushes me in and zips the bag. Hmm. I hate this.
I can feel movement. I try to sit up, but can’t as there is no space. Johnnie tells me to relax and I feel mellow and sleepy, but all this new is driving me crazy, I need to sit up, I want out of this bag. Finally, Johnnie pulls the bag toward him and opens the top. I sit up and get a good eyebrow rub. I love it. It feels so good. We fly for a while and I rest my head on the top of the bag and lean against a leg. This is nice. I can deal with this for a while.
I awaken to a rocky ride. Lots of noise on the speaker. The sound is hard to follow. A guy talking is all I can figure. The nice lady comes by and gives a smile and pat on the head. She says something to Johnnie and he looks at me and says, back in the bag for landing. Well now, I don’t feel sleepy anymore and don’t want to stick my head back in the bag. I push back and Johnnie slips a pepperoni treat into the bag. When I lay down to find it, Johnnie zips me in. I hate it, no room, the drug is wearing off. Let me out of here. Please. Let me out. The plane bounces and slows, while I can’t move. I want to get out of here. Finally, Johnnie lifts the bag and carries me slowly in a line of people into open space then outside. Johnnie unzips the bag, attaches my leash and lets me out. I won’t even look at him. I smell things and tinkle just to stretch my legs. It will take some time before I’ happy again.
Wait, what’s that, a new toy. I like that. Okay. I can’t stay pissed for long. After all I am a dog.
