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Flight Attendant Nearly Loses Finger

....to yours truly!

Hi Everyone!  

It's me Gigi.  Before you start to get the wrong impression...please allow me to explain myself. 

Mom and I were scheduled to return home to Florida from JFK, NY on Friday evening.  Since our flight was not scheduled to depart until 8:30 pm. I got to spend the entire day swimming with my human cousins in their pool.  For some strange reason they totally enjoyed having me illustrate the 'doggy-paddle'.  (What did they expect me to do - the 'back-stroke'?)

We were having such a fantastic time until 5:30 p.m. rolled around.  Before I could shake myself off - Mom announced it was almost time for us to leave for the airport.  With that she scooped me out of the pool and took me over to the outdoor shower for a quick bubble-rinse-off and then towel-dryed me.  "Wait Mom! Who said I was ready to leave?  I don't want to go home now!!!"

Next thing I know...I was in the car and we were all heading to the airport.

Once we arrived at JFK we were told that our flight had just been canceled!  "YES!  We can stay over another day! God does answer puppy-prayers!"

Saturday night we made a second attempt to return home.  As Mom and I were going through Airport Security, my four cousins sadly waved good-bye!  My little heart was breaking..."Why did we have to move so far away?"

Once on the otherside of the X-ray machine we were informed that our flight was delayed by two hours.  "Ugh!  How long did they expect a Yorkie to play...'Find-the-spy-in-the-crowd-game'?" 

Sooooo we just sat and waited and waited and waited.  I swear if one more person approached me and commented on my rather large size - I was going to howl!  Don't people have manners?  What business is it of theirs if I weight 15 lbs.!  Mommy loves me!"

Are you guys with me?  Am I correctly setting the tone for what is doing on?  Okay - good - then I will continue.

We finally boarded the plane at 10:00 p.m. instead of the scheduled time of 8:30.  Once I was carefully placed inside my carrier and resting at Mom's feet, the doors of the aircraft were closed.  It was at that time that I had noticed him...Mr. Flight Attendant!  He was standing in the middle of the aisle instructing everyone on how to gently blow into a yellow floatation divice.  "Excuse me!  Even a canine is smart enough to know that if this baby takes a nose-dive into the blue ocean there ain't no one on this aircraft, be it human or canine, that is going to calmly blow into anything!  Try using the words 'soil-yourself' instead."   

It wasn't until the lights were dimmed that the pilot informed us we would have to remain on the runway for another hour until we would be cleared for take-off!  "Oh great!  As if the suspense of knowing my eardrums are going to explode was not maxed-out already!".  Remember, I am lying in a carrier, on the floor of this jet so every vibration of the engines are magnified.

By 11:45 we took off.  Our pilot so proudly announced that we had reached our cruising altitude and all seatbelts must remain fastened.   "Why is it that the pilot thinks us passengers want to know how high in the sky we are flying?  Like we actually have a way to prove that this tid-bit of information is true!" 

I finally accepted the fact that things were completely out of my control, so I decided to take a much needed nap.  I hadn't closed my eyes for more than 30 minutes when Mr. Flight Attendant leans over to asked Mom what she would like to drink.

"Hello!  Down here!  Does this tongue sticking out mean anything to you?  A cold water would be nice!"  Than he offers Mom a choice of either 10 cashews or 5 potato chips.  "Gosh Mom, don't respond too quickly - you might want to think this one over!  I have seen sample bags of dog food that weight more than the two items Mr. Flight Attendant is holding up!"  And to think he had the nerve to tell everyone to open their tray tables.  He could have just as easily placed the 10 cashews in the palm of their hands.

"With snacks having been distributed, now do you think I can get some rest?"  Nope!  Not Yet!    Mr. Flight Attendant is coming around and collect all the empty wrappers and plastic cups in a trash bag the size of a large freezer bag!  "Yo Buddy, from where I am lying...unless you are David Copperfield - there is no way all that trash is going to fit into that bag."  

By now I am tired, hungry, and my legs are cramped.   How many more times can I count ankles?  Finally the Pilot informed us to prepare for landing! "Thank heavens!  Get me out of this carrier!  It feels as if we have been travelling for days!"

As we waited for the doors of the aircraft to be opened, Mom stood-up and held me in my carrier.  I stuck my little head out.  By now my patience was totally gone.  All I wanted was to get O-U-T! 

Suddenly over leans  Mr. Flight Attendant.  "Oh, how precious!  Does the little dog fly often?  Is it a Yorkie.  Goodness, I have never seen one that large!" 

"Oh!  Wrong move!"  By then I have about had it!  So I did what I do best...I just sat perfectly still and patiently waited.   AND... then it happened!  Just as it does with the mailman!  Grandpa always said.."all good things come to those that wait!"    Mr. Flight Attendant came closer.  I remained calm yet my heart was racing!  I prepared myself!  I sat ever so still and gave him the puppy-eyes.  He took the bait.  He reached over and tried to touch my head.  PERFECT!  I lunged forward snarling and barking loudly.  Mr. Flight Attendant turned pale and immediately pulled his hand back.    For one tiny second he nearly lost his finger to little - or should I say "big Yorkie" me!

Luv,

Gigi