Today's musings
Once when I was flying home, there was a golden retreiver on the plane. Loose. Not in a crate or anything. Not accompanying a blind person. Now, I knew that was unusual. Unless they can fit into a cat carrier, dogs ride with the cargo. So when we were getting off the plane, I asked the people why their dog was riding in the cabin.
"Oh, she's a STAR dog," was the answer.
"A star dog?" said I.
"She was on Jay Leno's show last night."
I see. If your dog is important enough, it rides with you. Now, it turns out that Hershey is one of those special dogs. There's a mail slot on my sister's door, and every day when the mailman comes, Hershey bites the mail and pulls it into the house, growling. Then yesterday, a few seconds after the mailman left, he picked up the letter that came that day. I was afraid he was going to chew it or something, so I called him, and he brought it to me! Like one of those dogs that fetches newspapers. Hehe! I've discovered a new way to be lazy. Also, because of Hershey's fancy trick, I think I could make that case that he too is a "star dog", albeit one which has not yet made his television debut. Does that get him s free ride in the cabin? Or would I have to buy him his own seat, like my sister's bass teacher had to for his (upright, string) bass? This leads to another story...
My sister's bass teacher was traveling to some sort of concert thing, and he bought a coach ticket for himself, but he had to buy a first-class ticket for the bass because it was too big for a coach seat. This was back in the days when they served meals on flights, so come dinnertime, the guy asked if he could eat his bass's first-class meal. The flight attendant said no. No? He had paid for it. Regardless, he was not allowed to have it, because, they said, the other coach passengers would be jealous. Damn, is first-class that much better? I was upgraded a few months ago, and the only difference (aside from the comfy seat) was that my Sprite came in a glass, not a plastic cup.
Maybe I'll just pay the $90 and put Hershey with the cargo. I don't think I can sneak him onto the plane like Whiskey...
"Oh, she's a STAR dog," was the answer.
"A star dog?" said I.
"She was on Jay Leno's show last night."
I see. If your dog is important enough, it rides with you. Now, it turns out that Hershey is one of those special dogs. There's a mail slot on my sister's door, and every day when the mailman comes, Hershey bites the mail and pulls it into the house, growling. Then yesterday, a few seconds after the mailman left, he picked up the letter that came that day. I was afraid he was going to chew it or something, so I called him, and he brought it to me! Like one of those dogs that fetches newspapers. Hehe! I've discovered a new way to be lazy. Also, because of Hershey's fancy trick, I think I could make that case that he too is a "star dog", albeit one which has not yet made his television debut. Does that get him s free ride in the cabin? Or would I have to buy him his own seat, like my sister's bass teacher had to for his (upright, string) bass? This leads to another story...
My sister's bass teacher was traveling to some sort of concert thing, and he bought a coach ticket for himself, but he had to buy a first-class ticket for the bass because it was too big for a coach seat. This was back in the days when they served meals on flights, so come dinnertime, the guy asked if he could eat his bass's first-class meal. The flight attendant said no. No? He had paid for it. Regardless, he was not allowed to have it, because, they said, the other coach passengers would be jealous. Damn, is first-class that much better? I was upgraded a few months ago, and the only difference (aside from the comfy seat) was that my Sprite came in a glass, not a plastic cup.
Maybe I'll just pay the $90 and put Hershey with the cargo. I don't think I can sneak him onto the plane like Whiskey...