Sky gets to do some things other dogs don’t get to do.  When service dogs fly, they fly in the cabin, not in the hold.  Coming home from Alaska, we had a courtesy block on the third seat in our little section, which meant there was enough room on the floor for both Sky and Monk to stretch out, and it also mean Sky had access to the window.  All my service dogs have looked out the window of the plane.  Only one, Dexter, my first, turned around with such a look of horror on his face that I was sure he understood why he was seeing clouds below where he was.  And he surely didn’t think it was a bright idea.

As for Sky, she seemed calm.  She seemed to enjoy the view that had so alarmed Dexter.  But who knows what she thought.  I didn’t ask and she didn’t say.