Rain in the Sky
Kristalyn said, "Think about when you tell this story of your first pet and how great it will be for your childrent to hear."
So let me begin the story. I walked towards the security guard and said, "This is the first time I've ever brought a pet on-board. How do I go about this?" He told me to take the animal out of the carrier and walk through with it. Take her out of the carrier? It was a frightening thought, what if she ran or what if she decided that now - in Hopkins International Airport, that at this precious moment that it was appropriate to relieve herself. So I reach in and attempted to pull her out of the soft, black carrier. She on the other hand thought, no - I'm good in her. She latched herself and made herself wide. People were looking at us and I instructed them to move around us. It was a time when I reminded myself, "I love you Rain. I love you Rain." I imagine that they use this in therapy for anger management and serial killers. Reinforcement against the uncontrollable urges to commit violence.
I pulled her out and she straighten her arms and legs, all the while watching the world in utter fear. She was naked to the world. The guards, in their moment of lapse, were falling overselves trying to pet the cat.
"She looks like Sylvester the Cat."
"What breed is she?"
I smiled and asked for some help putting her back into the carrier, and sat at the gate next to a women who was going to school at Cornell. She wanted to know about pet travel. She was from San Francisco and was moving in with her boyfriend. She said, "Have you ever heard of Colgate, OH?" I said "Yes." But the I never heard of it, but I could imagine it - it might be a small town with rolling hills and the only buildings in town are a church, a Walmart, and a Home Depot. The next nearest town is probably half an hour away. I told her, "Yeah - I'm doing the same thing. I'm moving for someone. But at least we'll never see snow."
The plane ride was fine - they even showed Blades of Glory. I wonder what Wil Ferrell's wife is like? Is she a blind mute from the mountains of Tibet? I don't know if I could call a person like that my beloved, or maybe they just laugh all the time, I'd like to think that's it. A lot of my friends are in these relationships - I don't know what they're like when they're alone, but I wonder if they laugh as much as Lindsay and I do. I thought about little things like that on the plane to calm myself.
All was well, until the last hour of the flight when I felt something hit my leg and my firs reaction was that Rain broke out of the carrier, but it wasn't the case. She had actually ripped a small hole into the side. She could only fit an arm and she pulled and tugged until the hole got bigger. I shook the bag, I put ice on her arm, I petted her, but it wasn't until the plane started the desent that she started to calm down. Actually, she was scared stiff. We got off the plane, I checked for pee, poop, and puke - in that order and then made my way to see Lindsay. I'm glad I'm here, but I really don't want to deal with anymore stress. I don't have the nerves for it.
So let me begin the story. I walked towards the security guard and said, "This is the first time I've ever brought a pet on-board. How do I go about this?" He told me to take the animal out of the carrier and walk through with it. Take her out of the carrier? It was a frightening thought, what if she ran or what if she decided that now - in Hopkins International Airport, that at this precious moment that it was appropriate to relieve herself. So I reach in and attempted to pull her out of the soft, black carrier. She on the other hand thought, no - I'm good in her. She latched herself and made herself wide. People were looking at us and I instructed them to move around us. It was a time when I reminded myself, "I love you Rain. I love you Rain." I imagine that they use this in therapy for anger management and serial killers. Reinforcement against the uncontrollable urges to commit violence.
I pulled her out and she straighten her arms and legs, all the while watching the world in utter fear. She was naked to the world. The guards, in their moment of lapse, were falling overselves trying to pet the cat.
"She looks like Sylvester the Cat."
"What breed is she?"
I smiled and asked for some help putting her back into the carrier, and sat at the gate next to a women who was going to school at Cornell. She wanted to know about pet travel. She was from San Francisco and was moving in with her boyfriend. She said, "Have you ever heard of Colgate, OH?" I said "Yes." But the I never heard of it, but I could imagine it - it might be a small town with rolling hills and the only buildings in town are a church, a Walmart, and a Home Depot. The next nearest town is probably half an hour away. I told her, "Yeah - I'm doing the same thing. I'm moving for someone. But at least we'll never see snow."
The plane ride was fine - they even showed Blades of Glory. I wonder what Wil Ferrell's wife is like? Is she a blind mute from the mountains of Tibet? I don't know if I could call a person like that my beloved, or maybe they just laugh all the time, I'd like to think that's it. A lot of my friends are in these relationships - I don't know what they're like when they're alone, but I wonder if they laugh as much as Lindsay and I do. I thought about little things like that on the plane to calm myself.
All was well, until the last hour of the flight when I felt something hit my leg and my firs reaction was that Rain broke out of the carrier, but it wasn't the case. She had actually ripped a small hole into the side. She could only fit an arm and she pulled and tugged until the hole got bigger. I shook the bag, I put ice on her arm, I petted her, but it wasn't until the plane started the desent that she started to calm down. Actually, she was scared stiff. We got off the plane, I checked for pee, poop, and puke - in that order and then made my way to see Lindsay. I'm glad I'm here, but I really don't want to deal with anymore stress. I don't have the nerves for it.
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