I do not enjoy flying—not at all—and it’s not a recent development. I hate the close quarters and cramped seats, and I always fight feelings of panic during takeoffs and landings. I’m so reluctant to fly that I can actually count the number of vacations I’ve taken by plane on one hand—and I’m in my early 40s. However, I’ve recently felt the urge to visit an airport—though not just any location. I’d like to go to Los Angeles International to pet the PUPs airport dogs.