Carol,

'Skippy,' a cute little beagle, got me at JFK one time, too.

I wasn't aware John hadn't disposed of his unfinished piece of RB grinder on the plane. He left me to wait at the baggage carousel for our luggage while he went in search of the rest rooms.

When the dog got to me and wouldn't leave my side, the handler asked me if I had any food items, and I unwittingly said no. John rescued me and pulled out the foil wrapped half sandwich and all was fine but I was a bit nervous for a minute or two. <img src="http://www.traveltalkonline.com/forums/images/graemlins/handshake.gif" alt="" /> <img src="http://www.traveltalkonline.com/forums/images/graemlins/handshake.gif" alt="" />