Day 3,707: The North

I made it up to Portland. Whew.

Joy was good on the plane and in the airport. She got antsy here and there, for sure, but never barky. Never whiny. Only restless, which made me worried she needed to like poop or something. But, nope. It was just because she wanted me to hold her. She’s REALLY become attached to me holding her in the past couple months. I definitely want to make sure I don’t let that get out of hand, but on the plane once she’d stopped pawing asking to be let out and had kinda...