I was travelling. we were in a very large plane, widebody maybe. well it was even bigger than that, there were aisles and corridors of people, the corridors themselves very airport-like. lots of the people were young teens, like 12-14 year olds, very exuberant and certain of themselves in life.

I think I was moving to the east coast. Crosby was on the plane too. he was in some forward compartment.

Crosby got loose and as the news spread through the passengers there. many people, especially the older people, were concerned; big vicious Rottweiler shouldn't be loose. I got worried some well-intentioned security thing would do him harm. I started to look for him; he was wandering around forward of me in other compartments.

Crosby knew what he was doing. he found the hijackers and put an end to that. saved everyone. Crosby was the Hero! all the young teens liked him.

but, he was still loose. and now the security folks were looking for him in earnest. they were going to put him down. he had to evade them. the young teens were all quasi-conspiratorial in their willingness to help the big dog hide, and to tell me where he was. but since they didn't want to confine him, I was always behind trying to catch up.

we ended up in some generic city location on the southern east coast. Washington? Atlanta? Miami? who knows. but the atmosphere in the airport wasn't really any different than on the plane, except, as airports all are, with that extra added discomfort level added on becuase there's the feeling that you can't relax in an airport, because it's a transitional place. but still; lots of people, lots of young teens. I still hadn't hooked up with Crosby, and I was hunting hunting for him through the airport. then I heard again! Crosby foiled a second set of hijackers in the airport! he was the Über Hero! yay Crosby-dog!

I met some younger woman in the airport. I am not sure if I knew her in advance and the meeting was planned or if it was a chance meeting from whence those movie-like friendships blossom. anyhow we decided to move in together, somewhere in the south. but it required quite a drive from the airport, and I had to get Crosby.

I finally found him. he was exhausted from all the authority evasion. I was so happy and relieved. we piled in the young woman's car. it was a convertible; we put the top down because it was a warm, late afternoon/early evening. Crosby laid across all the luggage in the back seat and put his head on my chest, and passed out. tired dog. we realized that we still had to evade the authorities, who didn't take kindly to the dog doing their jobs, and basically considered him dangerous and that he should be taken out. Crosby was glad that we would take care of him because they were too much for him to handle. we drove off, starting a cross-country road-trip. the road went through woods, very like a southern highway.