As we taxied down the runway before takeoff, Lulu’s paw gripped my thigh and her claws dug in. She’s never much liked being in the car, but this time was different. This time, we were hitting the skies. She nestled her head in my lap, her big brown eyes gazing up at me with a look of anxiety and confusion. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her silky, floppy ears, and cheerily told her, “it’s finally time for our big adventure!”
My stomach felt that familiar drop as we ascended into the sky, but it was hard to feel too nervous with my beloved English cream golden retriever lounging in my lap. Plus, having grown up in Virginia, we were headed to a location I’ve dreamed of visiting since I was a little girl: London. And I had my best girl beside me.
