Maybe I need a therapy dog?
Anyone that knows me, knows just how much I absolutely dislike flying. I work myself up worrying about every minuscule detail about flying, from taxiing to the airport to boarding the plane to getting into the air and then back onto the ground. I can't fully describe why, but I think it mostly is just a control and trust issue. I would probably feel much more at ease if I were flying the plane, I guess, haha. This year, though, I tried my very best to become more comfortable with flying since we were flying quite often between San Jose and Portland in order to better acquaint ourselves with the area as well as to look at potential homes.
On one flight last mid-October there was one passenger in particular that helped make the trip a little bit easier for me. Napping on my backpack below the seat in front of us was this service dog, who was completely calm about the flight. Every so often I'd look down and look at him and he'd look back at me, giving me a confident yet relaxed stare as if to say "take a chill pill". I didn't get a chance to pet him, but our visual interaction really did make the flight seem all the more shorter than it actually is (about 1.5 hours if you're curious); so for that I thank you, Mystery Dog!