Where a Dog Does His Business
Traveling is always an adventure for me, especially flying. I don’t require a seat but curl up under the seat in front of Christy like a carry-on item.
I don’t mind because I’ve been trained to do it this way. Sometimes a whole row of seats is available, and we both get to stretch out.
Airports are getting better at having relief stations for service dogs. My favorite is at the Orange County John Wayne International airport.
It takes you outside, but you are still within a secure area. When we exit the plane, I know where we are and hurry Christy along to what I think is the perfect place for humans to take their companions.
I can run and play and take care of personal business.
There was a cool relief room in Houston:
However, Christy was disappointed because Nashville Airport had one area, but we would have to go through TSA again. (Christy told you how she feels about that in this month’s newsletter.)
She was happy I didn’t get a big breakfast that morning so we could make it to our next stop. It takes some planning and I feel hungrier than normal.
Speaking of hunger, can I just mention how jet lag affects my schedule?
Oh, my. I’ve wondered what you do about all that. Do the airports have a little waste bin outside the dog bathroom for depositing “nuggets”?