My First Flight

April 28th, 2011 - My parents had taken all of my stuff from my house and we’d been living in an empty house for a week.  I was getting use to this until the morning of the 28th when the decided to deflate the air mattress.

The deflation of the air mattress followed by a subsequent trip to the groomers for me, where I was picked, primed, and blow dried…  I was starting to feel that things might not be right as the parents seem to want to keep me awake. 

As the afternoon went out, all i wanted to do was sleep but that didn’t seem like an option.   Boarding the car that evening expecting to go home, we ended in the place I despise, the Airport…  I hate the airport as normally it involves one or both of my parents departing through a revolving door and then they reappear without notice a few moons later…




This time was different though, it brought me out of the car with them!  I got to go through the revolving door and into a flurry of bags and people running from place to place.

We took a little walk to a little gated community where i was able to relieve myself then we headed back inside.  The sights, the smells, this place was amazing.

Until…

My parents met up with an odd man who walked us downstairs into this odd sterile room.  Some tall large man went through my bedding then the fun was over and the next thing i know is that there was a reason i would hate this place.

As I saw my parents get farther and farther away from me, I knew i was going somewhere that no dog has gone before (or at least it felt that way).  The man took me to an odd shaped vessile and tied my crate down.  I had been so tired from the day and the experience that i figured I would close my eyes for a little in hopes that when i opened them my parents would be there.

Time elapsed and eventually, I was taken from the flying vessile that I’m not sure how long i was in. The man then dropped me with no one in site near a moving rotating belt and I was then alone.
Out of nowhere, I heard my name… Chester. Chester!  My parents had found me and I was safe again!

From that point, it’s been a blur.  I haven’t slept in probably 48 hours and boy am I tired.  They’ve walked me all a round these streets that have no smells, no garbage and no grass.
So it’s time for me to call it a night.  I’ll keep you posted on my travels in this new city of big buildings and indecisive weather.
-Chester