AUGUST 26, 2012 – BANKS ARE EVIL
I’m sitting at an airport in Dallas. I have thirty minutes to kill before boarding begins. I want to get back to writing my blog. I hope to finish up at least one installment of my blog on my flight back to Seattle. I’m in the air now. I just finished watching the Avengers. Dottie is at my feet. Her soft travel crate is open. She could step out if she wanted to. This is the first time we have travelled together in a bulkhead seat. The crew told me to take her out of the crate for take-off since there was no seat in front of me to put her crate under. She liked being out of the crate, standing on my lap, taking everything in. I saw the flight attendants pointing at her during takeoff. “What breed is she” one of the flight attendant asked as she brought me a bottle of water. “I think she is a Jack Russell rat terrier mix. But her papers say Jack Russell”. We smile. People seem to fall in love with Dottie. And it is my impression Dottie makes people friendlier toward me. (I probably should have dragged her along to all those judicial candidate forums. I probably could have gotten a few thousand more votes. Maybe not.)