Can You Hear Me Now?

Safely aboard the small plane that will take us to Grand Turk on the next leg of our journey to a new home.  All the crates are stacked in the cabin cargo hold which is just behind the last seats and separated from the passenger cabin with just a thin partition (I can peek around the edges and see everyone through the wire in their cages).  Off we go!!  But, wait, I forgot that my oldest dog, Renfield, doesn't like to be separated from his mommy - at all - for any reason.  So, we taxi to the runway, the crew hands out donuts to the 10 or so passengers and we take off.  Then, a horrible wailing sound comes up from the rear of the plane.  A voice that says "where am I and where is my mommy?".  I recognize it immediately as my boy Ren, but the rest of the passengers are looking around, wondering if the engines are failing or the wings are coming off - WTF?  Eventually, even with the din of engine noise and large professional headphones, the pilot and copilot start looking around the cockpit, then back into the cabin, wondering just the same thing.  I'm shrinking down into my seat trying to look calm and smiley.  I gesture with my thumb to the pilots that the noise is coming from the crates in back and give a shrug.  Nothing to be done now that we are aloft.  So for the next 3 hours, everyone is treated to the serenade of the Chihuahua, nonstop, increasingly louder and more pathetic, until we finally touch down in the Turks and Caicos.  I apologize to everyone on board.  We deplane.