Dog Mom: Can You Love Your Dog Too Much?

I used to hate getting on a plane without my husband. In addition to making me queasy, flying triggers my fear of dying. And if I was going to perish prematurely in a giant ball of flames, well, I wanted Mike right there with me.

I don’t feel that way any longer. Now if the plane goes down, I want one of us to survive to take care of our pup.