Brussels Airport has an animal
relief area – a chance for dogs
to defecate on squared astroturf.
 
I can see it from the border control queue
I’ve been trapped in for 30 minutes.
The 8am, lime-green fleeced worker is
 
convinced I will make my Munich flight
in 10 minutes. My bladder is woofing,
wishing I was born with a fluffy tail.
 
Carl Burkitt 2026