Conceived in a Cessna...

This truly was a case of necessity being the mother... My dog Cooper, like most dogs, loves riding in anything that moves. So it was a natural doggy instinct to jump in the plane. I'd made a few short hops with my furry co-pilot, but was always very concerned about the decibel level and his sensitive ears.

 

 

 

 

And so the research began.  The first prototypes, of course, showed which designs didn't work. 

And since dogs naturally feel no compunction to be diplomatic, I'm quite sure the translation was "Get away from me with that thing". 

 

After the "organizational restructuring", Cooper was named Project Manager, and things progressed more quickly.  So, for the $mall co$t of a few engineer$ and lots of dog treats, the right mixture of form and function was finally developed. 

Cleared for takeoff.    

 

 

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