I had hardly been in my new "doggie friendly" apartment very long when Mom started flying around the country. Sometimes she took me with her. (I am sure I qualify for a trip to Hawaii by now!). I was getting pretty used to the airport routine, behaved very well in the terminal, sitting right on Mom's foot the whole time so that she would know I was there. But I hated being on the plane. Mom said people on the plane could here me barking. I wanted drink service too! and it was too dark and noisy in there. But the luggage handlers thought I was a pro!!
