One week ago today, I took a dog on a plane as hand luggage.

Yep, I was that guy...

It started at Gatwick, checking in my luggage, and then going to a till to pay for my extra piece of carry-on (this was the dog if you hadn't guessed).

I didn't know the protocol until I got there.

You see what happens is you hand the dog over to customs, go through customs yourself (separately) grab a coffee and then they hand him back to you at the gate.

Sounds simple doesn't it, that was the plan.

And from the outset that would have been fine, simple and pain-free.

But thing’s are never that simple are they, plans change (or get changed for you)

As soon as the gate number came up I made my way there expecting Baxter (the new member of the family) to be waiting for me, with me just needing to go to the gate and say “I’m the fella with the dog”

When I get there I get told “Ok wait over there” and she signaled to where people hover to charge their phones “and someone will come and get you when he's here”

First call for passengers, the second call for passengers, last call for passages.

Now I’m the last person here and still no dog. I make my way over there and say.

“any news on the dog”

Gate lady “Oh... no-one has brought him up have they, that's odd”.

Then the radio comes out, the call, the reply with no idea whats going on.

Final call now for all passengers, and the gate is empty, fear slowly starts to build up (what if’s,) the vision of the original plan of surprising the kids with the dog now turn to an image of front-page news saying.

“Gatwick lost my dog”

But no need to panic, some ascension and then the call that he's waiting at the door of the plane for the absent owner.

Fast forward, seated, the dog between my feet with my flight off to Madrid, change and then to Alicante.

That next plane is cool, I have two seats and then before take off, there is info from the pilot in Spanish, but the groans gave me a clue.

A technical fault on the plane and they need to get us another one.

Buses come, load us off and on to another plane.

Then lucky enough my pal picked me up and took me home to surprise the kids at the end of a very long day.

Now the point is, there is always a way, it may not be comfortable or even feel like the best way, but there is ALWAYS a way to get you to where you need to go.

To do that you need a plan, and that plan may not be perfect, you may go off course, but you course correct, stay consistent, don’t have a meltdown and you will get what you are after, you will get to your destination,

So sack up, chin up, shoulders back, follow the blueprint and just do the simple work required, one step after the other to get you where you want to go.

If you want the starting blueprint for Fat loss for golfers it’s here:

https://www.johnseton.com/golfmobonline 

John Seton