Airport pwnage

Now as you all know, the airport is a nasty, nasty place. Every single time my humans need to go to the airport, it means one of my favorite humans will be going away. My Momma went to Sandy Eggo for two weeks, and Aunt Mainey and Uncle Eff are still away in Australia right now.

No, not the airport!!!

So I was kinda a bit freaked out when Pops took me to the airport the other day. After all, it was just me or him. So either he was going away, or he was sending me away! I didn't like any of those options at all.

But it turns out that we were just picking my grandparents up! And everytime grandma goes away, she comes back with presents and toys! I was so excited!!!

So we parked at the carpark and waited, as the plane was delayed. We couldn't go into the airport itself as non-government dogs aren't allowed there (I saw a van drive past carrying some government issue German Shepherds). Pops took me out so that I could sniff some international-smelling grass and leave some Golden Offerings on the trees.

Something tastes foreign...

It was okay, I guess... funny smells, funny tastes... There were giant metal birds flying past, leaving behind yucky tastes and smells. I think I prefer the trees and grass back at home.

International relations

Anyway, we picked up grandma and grandpa, and I DID get presents! But Momma won't let me have them yet, until I decide which of my old toys to throw out. Anyway, I'll post about my new toys later.