Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dogs in Bags

On my way to Florida last month, this little bundle of nerves was a fellow flier on my United flight.

She lived in a vented soccer bag. She had on a pink sweater. Her "mommy" swaddled her in a pink blanket and sang it lullabies.

She drank out of the cap of the Evian water bottle her "mommy" carried around for her.

Her "mommy" shared the same bottle of water. The "daddy" didn't.

All I know is that if I tried snuggling my Dane next to my chest I would suffocate. And then Jerry would divorce me.

The end.