A sad, sad Monday
So, it's back to the East Coast grind after my adventures in San Diego last week. My return trip was largely uneventful, although I was startled to go through security in the San Diego airport, where I found myself in the Sentinel Two line. I couldn't find a great web site about this, but basically you go into a giant box, place your feet on the footprints inside, and the machine blows air at you from all directions, which apparently is the way that they can detect more definitively whether you're in possession of drugs or weapons. But it was pretty startling.
The thing I wish I'd asked about at the airport is how the heck two of my fellow passengers managed to get their CATS through the Sentinel Two. I had no idea you could bring a cat on an airplane, like in the coach section as opposed to the cargo section. But anyway, there they were, and thank goodness they were half a plane away from me, because that would not have been pretty what with my allergies to and general hatred of cats.
So I made it back without incident, and had a mostly-lovely weekend, despite the grossly sticky weather, with Tucker's first trip to a dog park (a modest success), a nice dinner out with the Smelmooo, a street fair where I won a stuffed snake playing darts, and generally just good quality time with our little family.
And then, this morning, we noticed that Tucker's eye was kind of red and squinty, and we thought he'd scratched it or something, so Smelmooo took him to the vet. And it turns out the poor little guy has a contusion, I guess because he's a big spaz and runs around the house and crashes into the couch and stuff, but I just feel horrible for him. And for us, because we have to put some kind of salve directly onto his eyeball for the next three days. I am more squicked out by that than pretty much anything else. And yes, I know it's not about me, but yeeeeeesh.
So it'll be a little while before he's back at the dog park, I'm guessing, because all the other puppies would probably make fun of him in his little plastic Elizabethan collar. Poor little guy.
The thing I wish I'd asked about at the airport is how the heck two of my fellow passengers managed to get their CATS through the Sentinel Two. I had no idea you could bring a cat on an airplane, like in the coach section as opposed to the cargo section. But anyway, there they were, and thank goodness they were half a plane away from me, because that would not have been pretty what with my allergies to and general hatred of cats.
So I made it back without incident, and had a mostly-lovely weekend, despite the grossly sticky weather, with Tucker's first trip to a dog park (a modest success), a nice dinner out with the Smelmooo, a street fair where I won a stuffed snake playing darts, and generally just good quality time with our little family.
And then, this morning, we noticed that Tucker's eye was kind of red and squinty, and we thought he'd scratched it or something, so Smelmooo took him to the vet. And it turns out the poor little guy has a contusion, I guess because he's a big spaz and runs around the house and crashes into the couch and stuff, but I just feel horrible for him. And for us, because we have to put some kind of salve directly onto his eyeball for the next three days. I am more squicked out by that than pretty much anything else. And yes, I know it's not about me, but yeeeeeesh.
So it'll be a little while before he's back at the dog park, I'm guessing, because all the other puppies would probably make fun of him in his little plastic Elizabethan collar. Poor little guy.
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Pets are actually allowed on airplanes but there are certain restrictions including the amount allowed in the cabin for each flight. The only reason I know this is that it was addressed in my favorite Z100 phone tap ever--entitled "My Cat is Going." It is absolutely hilarious and I believe I have it on tape somewhere.
-Shari
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