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First Rescue Flight of 2026! – A Dog Named Phil
Pilots N Paws Rescue Flight | Marysville to Carson City Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases at no extra cost to you. Some days flying reminds you why airplanes exist in the first place. This was one of those days. It started like many rescue missions do — a beautiful blue-sky
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Saving Grizzly and Dolly: Dog Days of Summer Rescue
Rescue Flight #7: Piper Warriors, Puppy Wiggles, and Rosebud Rides Again I swear, I can smell the puppies before we even preflight the Piper Warrior. It’s early morning, again, at Marysville Airport, and the valley air already hints at the triple-digit heat it’s saving for later. But for now, there’s just a soft hum of
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Blue Heelers and Blue Skies: A Terrific “Tail”
A Pilots N Paws Rescue “Tail” from Marysville to Pine Mountain It’s 6:43 AM and already warm enough that even my Piper Warrior is sweating. Or maybe that’s just me. I’m back at Marysville Airport for my sixth Pilots N Paws mission this year, proving once again that owning a plane is less about logic and more about fluff.
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A Tail from the Dark Side: Saving Chewy the Pomeranian
🛬 Rescue Day with Chewy: My Fluffiest Co-Pilot Yet Another clear California morning at Marysville Airport, and I’m loading up my trusty Piper Warrior with the usual essentials: fuel, coffee, and good intentions. Today is a rescue day, and while I’ve flown dozens, each one carries a little heartbeat of hope. This time, I’m headed
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My Co-Pilot Has Four Legs—And This Travel Gear Keeps Her Safe
Disclaimer:This post contains affiliate links. If you click and buy, we may receive a small commission that helps fund fuel, flight logs, and furry co-pilots on travel rescue missions. Thank you! 🐶 My Four-Legged Co-Pilot Deserves First-Class Ground Travel It’s 7 a.m., and Rowyn—my overly enthusiastic, mud-loving Chesapeake Bay Retriever puppy—is already bouncing at the
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SHARK!? No, That’s Just The New Puppy
Raising Rowyn, Our New Puppy I wasn’t ready. No one ever is. Not really. But somehow, four months ago, we found ourselves staring down at a wiggly, amber-eyed, furball the size of a baked potato from Sizzler. That was Rowyn. A Chesapeake Bay Retriever puppy. Our new beginning. We’d lost Ava—our beloved Chesapeake—just months earlier.
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