When I had to fly back home to deal with Dad's untimely death, I brought my Chihuahua (at the time I just had one dog.) The saintly flight attendants for Southwest kindly looked the other way when I put him in the middle seat (with the OK of the passenger in the window seat) and unzipped his carrier just enough so I could pet him.
Fuck Delta with a chainsaw of profit losses and pissed off passengers FFS.
On a flight home from Denver last summer there was the most adorable comfort dog calmly waiting to board with its owner. It was the tinniest little yorkie-type dog, but a mutt, some sort of mix between a yorkie, Maltese and a troll doll. Everyone who saw him smiled.
Years ago when I foolishly starting transcribing vinyl to audio cassettes, I listened again to "Moondance" for the first time since I'd bought it when it came out. When Morrison sings. "…and when that foghorn blows…" the horn is emulated by cellos, or maybe cellos and a bass, and just that moment made me fall in love with his music all over again.
I want to sit next to someone's dog if I go on a plane, wtf
(Yes I read that there are problems sometimes but… cute dog on plane)
When I had to fly back home to deal with Dad's untimely death, I brought my Chihuahua (at the time I just had one dog.) The saintly flight attendants for Southwest kindly looked the other way when I put him in the middle seat (with the OK of the passenger in the window seat) and unzipped his carrier just enough so I could pet him.
Fuck Delta with a chainsaw of profit losses and pissed off passengers FFS.
On a flight home from Denver last summer there was the most adorable comfort dog calmly waiting to board with its owner. It was the tinniest little yorkie-type dog, but a mutt, some sort of mix between a yorkie, Maltese and a troll doll. Everyone who saw him smiled.
That pic. OMG, I love ducks. I want a goddamn comfort duck.
Say hello to my little [friend.]
Certainly not the last.
As long as you buy it a full-fare ticket, I don't care. But no accordions!
But some of the dogs could be disabled and need service humans. Those humans can stay. The rest must deplane.
I saw a guy who bought a first-class seat for his cello. They made him strap it in.
Probably cheaper than replacing it, if it's a concert quality instrument. I wouldn't trust any baggage handlers with any instrument of value.
Years ago when I foolishly starting transcribing vinyl to audio cassettes, I listened again to "Moondance" for the first time since I'd bought it when it came out. When Morrison sings. "…and when that foghorn blows…" the horn is emulated by cellos, or maybe cellos and a bass, and just that moment made me fall in love with his music all over again.
There were similar moments with "Veedon Fleece."
I accidentially downfisted this earlier today when I was reading on my phone. I want to be a service human BUT I CAN'T EVEN PASS THUMB PROFICIENCY