Every so often someone asks me “On an airplane, you have to buy Tom his own seat right?”
And they express skepticism when I shrug and respond, “No, he fits under the seat in front of me. He sleeps the entire flight at my feet.” They think I’m joking when I mention the cross country flights I’ve taken where the person sitting next to me expresses shock and surprise as we stand to disembark, “That dog was there the entire time?! I had no idea!” True story. Has happened multiple times.
Because I guess unless you’ve experienced the Amazing Shrinking Tom, you wouldn’t believe it? Sure he’s a 63# lab cross, and yea he’s rather large I guess, but he curls up very small.
Well, for those disbelievers, this is where Tom chose to sleep this weekend. On his own. Simply because.
And let me tell you that corgi sized dog bed he decided to curl himself into and snooze in for a couple of hours is definitely smaller than the area he gets at my feet on an airplane.
