I flew down to visit my parents this week. My wife was working, so I took the pooch along. Once at altitude on the way down, he seemed to be comfortable.
But on the way back up yesterday, he could never really get cool.
Finally he decided to move up with me and planted himself in front of the co-pilot vent and things were better.
I have to wonder what goes through his mind as we're descending down and he looks out the window. He loves watching the cars and people when driving, but things have to seem different and far away in the plane.