August 23rd 2006 7:09 am
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How could my Mother post that picture of me with ears like that! Is there no dignity even in death! We all had awkward phases in our lives and I would prefer to forget that emarassing stage when my ears would not cooperate. First only one stood up for the longest time and I looked so silly. Then the other ear stood up but the original ear flopped over. Finally they both stood straight and tall.
After Mom passes and her ashes are also in a box on top of the filing cabinet then I shall I post stories of Mother's Awkward Middle School Years.
August 15th 2006 9:31 am
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Samson only flew one time, and with all the recent airport issues going on, I have been thinking about it. During Holidays 1986 Samson was living with me in Sacramento, CA. He was around 7 months old and would have been quite large by then although still a pup. For some reason I decided to bring him back to Cincinnati for the Holidays instead of kennel him. First, he needed a very LARGE CRATE. On the day of leaving, we went to the airport and the flights were all delayed by several hours all over the country. We had been told by the vet to not feed or water Samson to make him more comfortable for the trip. We finally boarded, Samson went willingly. I don't remember how many legs we made, but our final lay over was at O'Hare in Chicago. It was really crowded with Holiday travellers and our time to connection was very short due to all the flight delays. I rushed and made it on the final leg to Cincinnati.
I arrived to Cincinnati and was greeted by my family and proceeded to baggage claim. It was by then about 11 at night. Many, many travellers bags had been lost, including mine, and NO SAMSON!
There was no one at baggage claim and we finally hunted someone down. The poor baggage person was very tired and I kept insisting that I needed to know WHERE WAS SAMSON! Finally, the baggage person realized I was not going to go away so he made some calls.
Samson was in the baggage handling area of the O'Hare Airport. He had missed his connection. I was able to talk to a very kind baggage handler who was not afraid of rather large wolf dogs who promised to take Samson out to go potty and also find some water and some food for him. I am sure that Samson was forever indebted to that wonderful person.
The Cincinnati baggage handler then assured us, no problem, all baggage would be delivered to our homes by taxi the next day. I kept trying to explain to him this was not regular baggage, this was a rather large dog in a rather large crate and I could not imagine a Taxi driver being pleased to have to make this kind of delivery. He found out which flight Samson would be put on so we could be back at the airport. I am thankful that the very tired baggage handler made all that extra effort for Samson.
The next morning my family drove back to the airport. We waited patiently by the door where large boxes were wheeled out as we were told that the crate would be wheeled out on a cart. Well, instead, poor Samson in his crate was put on the luggage conveyor belt -- the belt that goes round and around. To this day I can see poor large Samson in his extra large crate going around and around on the luggage conveyor belt as we waited over by another area. It was extremely funny.
Samson was VERY HAPPY to see me and get out of his crate.
The trip back to Sacramento was without incident but I have never flown with another dog, not because of this, just because I have never had another opportunity to fly with a dog again.