The things people put in hand luggage....

So the Evil Taskmaster and I had boarded our luxury Tyrolean Airlines rubber-band operated toy plane for the short hop from Klagenfurt to Vienna this afternoon, when along comes your woman occupying the seat across the aisle from Mogsy carrying a Yorkshire Terrier in a small sports holdall. Cue cartoon double-take in duplicate. It's as well she (for it was a she) was only ickle and didn't weigh much otherwise she'd probably have ended up in checked baggage. And, admirably well-behaved as she was, I'm here to tell you that that was not a happy pooch. Which is hardly surprising, having been zipped up in a small holdall and stuck under the seat in front.