Saturday was traveling home day.
We went into three airports and two airplanes. My dog, Lanie, ran me into one of the ribbons on those helpful lining object. I'm talking about those poles on either side and a ribbon in the middle to help folks line up properly and know where to go.
She just about ran me into a sign but just barely missed it. [Editor's note: Dad says she wasn't really that close to the sign.] I'm so happy she didn't run me into that sign. I only knew this because Dad informed me of it. We walked so fast in the airport! I think that's the fastest I've gone through an airport. Well, maybe not but faster than with my cane in the past. I tend to go slower with my cane in an unfamiliar place.
Lanie seems to like going on the moving walkways. Dad took either pictures of that or videos. It's easier to take videos, for sure when moving. We rode escalators, as well. She was so good on the planes. She didn't make a sound. I remember Dad expressing to Mom, "You wouldn't have known there was a dog on the plane."
On the second plane, I had to go to the restroom. The stewardess was very nice and spoke directly to me. She thought I needed help. I decided I didn't need it. I informed her I'd try with the dog. Interestingly, we fit in the tiny bathroom. We just barely did, though. I was kinda surprised at that. I'm grateful she could fit in there.
We finally made it back to Birmingham, Alabama! We drove some and then we stopped at a Mexican restaurant. While trying to enter the restaurant, I just about tripped on a piece of wooden parking blocks. Lanie is still working on guiding me and she went right over it instead of stopping. We entered the restaurant. The employees thought the dog wasn't allowed in the restaurant. Dad spoke to her in Spanish. He informed her, in Spanish, "You could get a ticket for not letting the guide dog come in." The lady spoke another person. Maybe, this other person was a manager. She thought the same thing and then the first lady decided to call someone. The person on the other side of the call apparently knew the law. They let her know she was allowed for us to come in with my guide dog. They finally let us sit down and eat. After that, the employees were very nice to us. My dog was very well behaved. Of course, she is supposed to, anyway.
Lastly, Dad and I arrived back at our apartment. Sisters and Mom were happy to see me. I touched Malia [our other dog] and the second I did, I was so shocked. Her fur felt prickly. She felt as if she'd been shaved! I asked if she had been shaved or something. Mom answered, "No." It probably was because of being away from Malia for so long and taking care of a big soft dog. Malia had to figure out that Lanie was here to stay. At first, she seemed not sure what to do. She barked and growled. After a while, she and Lanie played with one another. They seem to still not know who's my dog. I will talk or give attention to one and the other comes to receive some, too. I'd say they're still working it out. They tend to fight about who gets the attention from me. Otherwise, they play and I think enjoy having someone to do so.
Saturday was quite something!
Editor's note: Photos and video to come.
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