Airport man: "Excuse me ma'am, but dogs are not allowed on the plane."
Me: "Oh that's okay. This isn't a dog anyway."
Airport man: "Ah, I see. Would you mind telling me exactly what that ball of fur is?"
Me: "This 18" ball of fluff is in fact, sir, a goat. A Nigerian Dwarf goat named Poppet."
Airport man: "Goats aren't allowed on the plane either, ma'am."
Me: "This one is."
"Airport man: "How's that?"
Me: "This little lard barrel just so happens to be a -- um -- uh -- a specially trained Seeing Eye goat! Yes. A Seeing Eye goat."
Airport man is not convinced.
I try again: "A Service goat?"
"A Therapy goat?"
"A drug sniffing goat?"
"A bomb finder?"
"Will any of those titles work?"
Airport man's expression does not lighten noticeably.
Sigh... No goats allowed on airplanes... Poppet can't come with me on Tuesday. :-(