doggone time

A dog on the airline flight back from the Mid-West sat in First Class. I had a seat near the rear of the plane. While I was nursing a Coke Zero and my entertainment was looking at my smartphone updating me on the flight path (the only wifi connection available to those who wouldn’t pay for access), I was imagining that pampered pooch, a linen napkin around his neck, enjoying a cold beverage and a tasty snack. I had the better seat. Where else would I have overheard a child ( in the seat behind me) explain to the Flight Attendant, the reason his dad’s credit card appeared “chewed” was his pet Anatolian Shepherd ate it. The airline employee ‘comp’d’ his dad’s beverage.

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