Going home

Today we got up very early to drive to the airport. Mom says we're going home.

We had to go through airport security again. The people here did not understand I can't take my jacket & leash off when I'm working. Me & Mom had to go in a special room and the lady patted us down. I didn't mind. She was nice.

This airport has a special room for dogs to take a break.

You don't have to go outside.
You hit that magic button and the door opens.

I sniffed & sniffed and could not find the right place. I feel funny going inside the place.

A nice man took me down the steps and I went right away on the cement outside. Ah relief.

Here I am on the plane. Almost home!