Let’s be clear about a few things right from the word go, here.

1. I don’t like Delta. It isn’t that I really dislike them (well…that is not so true, now) – I just don’t particularly like them.

2. I am, admittedly, a little attached to my dog. I name my site after him, after all.

Now that those two facts are out in the open, let me share some outrage with you. Delta lost someone’s dog. Josiah was visiting Mexico when he saved a stray dog. He got the dog vaccinated, washed and vet checked. He bought carriers and paid the fee to bring Paco, his new pup, back to Canada with him. When Josiah arrived, Paco was nowhere to be found. Delta assured Josiah that Paco would be on the next flight and delivered to Josiah’s house.

Now, let’s stop there for one moment. Delta, let’s chat, hmm? If I were Josiah and you lost Ludo, you better fucking believe you would not be delivering my dog to my house. Hell no. You would be delivering me to my dog wherever the hell he was and then you would be delivering my dog and me – in the cabin of the plane – back to my house. You already lost my dog once, you think I’ll give you the chance to do it again?

It seems Josiah is more lenient. But, the next day when Paco did not arrive – he called Delta. Delta says Paco “escaped” and no one knows where he is. They offered Josiah “future travel” credits for $200.

Fuck you, Delta. Paco is not a piece of luggage. He is a living, breathing creature that is somewhere out there and YOU need to find him. You fucking think Josiah is ever flying with you again? No. You need to refund the cost of getting Paco to Canada – since you clearly opted not to do that – and you need to find that God damn dog!

Josiah, I hope you get Paco back. You did a wonderful thing by trying to rescue him and I know it must be heartbreaking to have him lost. Paco, I hope wherever you are that you are ok, well fed and happy little guy. Delta, I hope you go bankrupt and never recover.