Air Pug

Well, we have discovered that dogs and air travel don't mix. What a fiasco. First of all, we had two huge hockey sized duffel bags, one wheely stewardessy bag, a backpack, my pocketbook, two dog carriers, and Ollie and PenPen on leashes. Then, after we dealt with the paperwork of designating the dogs as "comfort animals" (what a scam!) we then went to the gate.

Of course, the dogs were attracting lots of attention, and we wanted to be as discreet as possible. Ollie was getting antsy so I fugured that he must need to go to the bathroom. So I took a Weewee pad and brought it to a secluded spot inside the terminal. As soon as I put it down he went on it. Good dog.

Then, I took him on a fast trot around the food court and then I looked down. OH MY GOD! He was pooing and walking! I mean, a playdoh fun factory of steaming poo! He didn't even stop to sniff, circle, or otherwise give me any kind of warning. Some JetBlue stewardesses happened to be around and were all "Eww. Aren't...you...going...to...clean THAT...up?" I was standing in disbelief, and I didn't want to leave said poo unattended and have some unlucky traveler step in it. Thankfully, a kind gentleman took pity on my situation and went to a nearby kiosk to get me some napkins.

These were the same stewardesses that were on my plane! Chris and I were seated in row 1 (I guess "crazy" people need to be separated). So they were making a big deal about the carriers being out during takeoff, so they told us that the dogs had to be out and on our LAPS during the entire flight! Oy. So we kept em nice and drugged, and things went ok. That is, until landiing, when they started to growl and lunge at each other...

Otherwise, things from there went smoothly. We boarded the dogs at a kennel that has a branch in CT, so we felt good about it. Chris sweet talked the car rental people and got us a PT Cruiser convertible for no extra charge, and we stocked our hotel room's kitchenette with provisions.