Luna’s Official Travel Blog: “Service Dog on Duty… and Slightly Judgy” 🛫🐾

Episode 43: Operation Fly-Me-To-SC

Greetings, hoomans and fur-iends! It’s me, Luna, your favorite tiny-but-mighty service dog with a PhD in airport logistics and a minor in judging people from my carrier. Today’s tale begins with my human stuffing me into my stylish bag (gray, very chic) and announcing that we’re “SC bound again.” I sighed. The things I do for love. And snacks.

TSA: Tiny Security Assessment 🕵️‍♀️

Ah, TSA—where dreams go to die and socks go to get aggressively sniffed. As usual, my human had to take me out of my cozy bag and carry me like royalty through the metal detectors. I struck my best “yes, I’m important” pose while the TSA agent asked, “Is she friendly?” Excuse me sir, I’m a certified professional. I’ve licked wounds more traumatic than your job stress.

They swabbed her hands and did not offer me treats. Rude.

The Airport Doggy Bathroom: The Turf of Shame 🚽🐕

Now this… THIS is where things got weird. You’d think a professional facility would offer me something with at least a hint of dignity. Instead? A sad corner with fake grass, a plastic fire hydrant (not even a real one!), and a wall that smells like broken dreams. And get this—it had a sticker of a cartoon dog on it like that was supposed to make it festive.

Still, I’m a good girl. So I did the deed. Quick business. No nonsense. 10/10 execution. My human looked at me like I just won the Nobel Peace Prize. I did. In bladder control.

Gate Views & Deep Thoughts ✈️

We waited by the window and I watched the little airport trucks zoom around. I contemplated life. The meaning of kibble. Why people clap when the plane lands. All while peeking out of my carrier with my best serious business dog look.

My human whispered, “She’s learning all about airport operations.” No, sweetie. I’m planning a hostile takeover of the baggage claim system. It’s chaos and I’m the order.

Pit Stop: Human Snacks & Dog Oversight 🍟🍺

Before boarding, the hooman insisted we stop for beer and French fries. Something about “travel stress” and “you already peed, now it’s my turn.” Whatever. I let her have her moment — but don’t worry, I made very sure that plate was empty. No fry left behind. Not on my watch.

Final Boarding Call 🎟️

Eventually, we boarded. I was under the seat, in my bag, glaring at a toddler who wouldn’t stop kicking. (Sir, I will write a Yelp review on your energy.) My human offered me a treat and whispered, “Good girl.” Damn right.

With love and judgement,

Luna 🐾✈️

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