The idea of being transported via airplane, like a
shipment of illicit drugs, bothered me, and, if anyone tried to hide me
in their anus, I was putting my paw down.
My dear Papa, Maestro, the grand champion, told me never to sign an agreement until I have peed on the fine print. I ignored that advice, and now I knew what he meant. There were a lot of hidden details that River did not tell me before I agreed to leave my lovely Florida home for the vast wasteland known as Massachusetts.
First, she told me I would be brought outside on a leash to pee. How uncouth; I was used to peeing when I wanted, not on command. Plus, I have a shy bladder and don’t like people watching me as I go. The good news is there were pee pads, which I preferred, as long as no one was watching.
I thought I would leave my first family on a Saturday, but the limo driver arrived a day early and said we were going to hit the road at 4:00 AM. What a rough time to be awake. I had to say goodbye to my students quickly and family, then I was placed in the “limo.” which was a Honda Civic, with no champagne or caviar. This trip was getting off to a promising start.
My driver and owner of Lucky’s Pet Limo Services LLC, Peg, took excellent care of me. She was kinder than I was because the day’s anxiety and worry about much future overcame me, making me grumpy, and Peg had a dog who I did not cotton to. I like them in my family, but I draw the line at strangers. I have been known to bark at dogs on TV, and on my first night in my forever home, I was very vocal about my displeasure when I saw the Foley statue.
When I got up, and on the road, it was still dark out, and I curled up and went to sleep in my carrier. When we suddenly slowed, I looked to see a bad accident before us, but Peg smartly navigated her way around the wreck. Unfortunately, the flight attendants didn’t. I sat in the airport for an hour, then in the plane, on the ground, for another. Peg was worried we wouldn’t make out connecting flight, and I was more worried about the flight crew that couldn’t avoid an accident.
But soon, we were going down the runway and in the air, and it was bye-bye Flordia; I was airborne.
To be continued