Dog is on!

It was the morning of our departure and my face was plastered to the window overlooking the plane we were about to board.  My tears were still drying on my face from dropping off Pukkah, our Welsh Corgi,  at the cargo terminal and I was extremely stressed about her safety and comfort.  I stood there straining to see her as she boarded the plane.  At last I was 80% sure that I saw her crate and was relieved to know that she at least made it on the same plane as us.  When Eric and I boarded the plane I needed 100% certainty that she was “with us” so Eric inquired with the laid back stewardess and she promised to check with the Captain and report back to us in our seats. 

We were about to take off and we were seated in the very back of the plane and I was convinced that the nice stewardess had forgotten about her commitment to report back to us.  I didn't have the courage to push the stewardess’s button so I made myself as big as possible by standing in the back of the plane to make myself noticeable to the flight attendants while commenting to Eric, “I just need know without a doubt that Pukkah is with us”.  On que, a man came on over the intercom (without a formal introduction) in a low gruff male voice and in monosyllables announced three simple words.  Dog is on!  Eric and I looked at each other and immediately started clapping and whooping and hollering in the very back of the plane and we could not understand why everyone else on the plane was not joining in the celebration!