Crap! Ranking Relief Areas for the Dog Who’s Gotta GO!

Black Lab Hildy sits on green fake grass next to a red plastic fire hydrant
Missoula’s relief area features the ubiquitous red fire hydrant

A guest post by Guiding Eyes Hildy and her scribe, Deni Elliott

Here’s what to do when your new guide dog hunches over and poops in harness while she is guiding you on a moving walkway at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport:

  1. Be grateful she started at the beginning of the walkway to give you time to react;
  2. Pull out the poop bag you always keep in your front left front pocket;
  3. Find the poop with your bag-mittened hand, glad she got over last week’s diarrhea;
  4. Keep smiling as the bag dangles from your right hand in the final seconds of your ride;
  5. Be glad this dog has learned to find a trashcan when asked and is right on target;
  6. Fight the urge to deposit the dog in the trashcan along with the poop bag;
  7. In a soft voice tinged with horror and embarrassment, ask her “What were you thinking?” hoping the dog remembers that you have stopped in three different Service Animal Relief Areas (SARAs) in the previous 45 minutes where, each time, she insisted that the artificial turf and concrete floor alternatives were just too icky to use.

What she was thinking is that she could wait for me to find her a better bathroom.

I could see Hildy’s point. That day in January was just two months after she left Guiding Eyes for the Blind to become my fifth guide dog. In seven flight days at four different airports, she had already become my best-ever travel guide dog: She slept through every flight, not minding if I got up to use the restroom. Faster than any guide before her, she learned to steer me through the Tampa airport to first check my suitcase at the Delta ticket counter and then lead me without additional direction up the escalator to the E gates where Delta flights depart. She wagged her tail and offered kisses during the TSA pat down. She dutifully turned to go to the SARA for a final chance to potty and then led me to the other end of the terminal where we could find our departure gate.

Clearly, the problem was with the inside-security relief areas. Airport people bathrooms are almost always better maintained than service animal facilities, even in the middle of a holiday rush. Some service animal potties are tolerable; most are not; others are nowhere to be found.

The investigation begins

After the moving walkway incident, Hildy agreed that she had made a colossal miscalculation; I promised to give her more practice.

Together, we decided to do the field experiment as co-researchers: We would visit a doggy potty in every airport. We came up with an objective ranking scale: 1-3 pts for smell; 1-3 pts for clean-up supplies and working sink; 1-3 pts for aesthetics; and an extra point if the accommodation was within eight gates of our arrival or departure.

Hildy and I field tested the SARAs doggedly, anonymously, like restaurant critics but at the tail end. We visited 45 relief areas in 12 airports on 18 flight days. Hildy stoically squatted in each with an improvised SARA stance, balancing with her nether parts in the air. Whether she was posing for my photos or actually peeing, I’ll never know.

The results are in

If supplies had been restocked, Atlanta might have earned 9 points ... After five months, we sat down to analyze the data together and agreed that only one doggy potty earned a perfect score.

Despite Hildy’s clear preference for outdoor accommodations, we ultimately agreed that “inside-security” provisions were necessary whenever we had connecting flights.

That required us to eliminate four outlier airports —  Rapid City, Raleigh-Durham, Savannah, Rhinelander-Oneida County — that did not have relief areas behind security. This despite the fact that for almost a decade, federal law has required commercial airports with 10,000+ annual flights to have SARAs inside security.

A faded print of a Lassie photo adorns the SARA at Minneapolis-St Paul airport
The Lassie artwork and the window earned the Minneapolis-St. Paul SARA extra points for aesthetics

Relief areas at Atlanta, Cincinnati, Minneapolis-St. Paul, NYC-LaGuardia, NYC-Kennedy, and Salt Lake City all ranked in the middle of the pack, with scores of 5-6 points.

  • Most failed the sniff test, even by human standards, not deserving the minimum 1 point we gave them. As I held my breath and blinked my stinging eyes in the sealed rooms, I wondered how dogs, who detect scent 200x better than humans, could stand it.
  • Many rooms were out of paper towels or poop bags or the sink didn’t work.
  • I added the aesthetics criterion once I realized that a red plastic fire hydrant served as the unimaginative focal point for every SARA. Then I learned that federal law requires this type of furnishing, even if airports are allowed to forego ventilation. Apparently, someone at the Federal Aviation Administration convinced his colleagues that requiring a fire hydrant or fake rock in SARAs would encourage male dogs to urinate. Hildy and I, amused by this reasoning, wondered if he needed encouragement as well.

As I couldn’t ethically ding the SARAs for their ubiquitous red fire hydrants, we gave full aesthetic points only when there was art on the wall, a view, seemingly clean tile walls, or some other thoughtful and distinctive feature.

And the winners are …

Second place

Black Lab Hildy peers out through the wire mesh enclosing Tampa airport's relief area. Red fire hydrant is visible behind Hildy.
SARA with a view — and fresh air with a hint of jet fuel

TPA, Tampa International Airport, came in second.

The caged, outdoor, well-ventilated SARA on the gate level in Airside E is at the far south end of that terminal. The whiff of jet fuel in that enclosure is a breath of fresh air when compared to SARAs that smell like you stepped into the basement of a porta-potty.

However, this SARA lost a point because Hildy and I nearly always fly from the far north end of that terminal, more than 10 gates away from the doggy potty. It nearly lost an additional point for uneven availability of paper towels and poop bags. Since TPA is our home airport, we certainly did some over-sampling here, so, upon reconsideration, we gave TPA a 9.

Drum roll …

Missoula's SARA has a blue-and-white sign indicating it's a Service Animal Restroom and a privacy lock on the door
The privacy lock indicates that Missoula’s SARA is vacant and available for Hildy’s use

The best in-security service animal relief area in the US, based on our field study, is at MSO, the airport in Missoula, Montana.

This private, one-dog bathroom has self-draining turf and a large window. There was no offensive odor that I could detect or that appeared to offend Hildy. Ample cleaning supplies were on hand for every visit. It is an easy stroll to all four of the airport’s gates.

MSO wins paws down aesthetically for calling their accommodation the Service Animal  Restroom instead of animal relief area, and for tucking it between the men’s and women’s restrooms. The vacant/occupied lock system, consistent with those on the human bathroom stalls, is a nice additional touch.

MSO earned the only perfect score: 10/10.

Hildy and I will continue our study of airport service animal accommodations across America and hope to find more that deserve recognition. But for now, thank you to Missoula Airport Board members who appreciate that, indeed, dogs are people too.

Dogs to the rescue!

Koala, a black Lab, studies her iPad

I have a confession to make: The real brainpower behind the Thinking Dog blog comes from Koala. She’s shown, above, reviewing drafts of blog posts on her iPad.

She wanted to be sure that no one missed the important news that her distant cousins are going to save humans from themselves by fixing this whole coronavirus mess.

Eight Labradors are learning to use their super power to fight the COVID-109 pandemic: Their noses.

The University of Pennsylvania has a working dog research center dedicated to figuring out innovative ways to partner with dogs. Their latest project is coronavirus-sniffing dogs.

Dogs have already demonstrated their ability to sniff out viruses, which apparently have unique odors — either from the virus itself or from the body’s response — that dogs can detect before an infected person is symptomatic. Dogs are ideally suited for this job. Their detection ability is better by far than available detection equipment, and they can easily travel and work anywhere that humans gather.

Coronavirus-detection dogs could be more accurate than taking people’s temperatures. Their potential to sniff out contagious people who have no idea they are infected could make it safer for people to travel and resume other activities. A similar project in the UK aims to deploy these canine superheroes to airports to screen passengers.

Airports offer so many opportunities for working dogs — I wonder how the vegetable-sniffing dogs, the explosive-sniffing dogs, and the virus-sniffing dogs will all get along. Koala would like to point out that all of these hard-working airport employees deserve potty parity. She’s appalled at the conditions of the airport restrooms she’s expected to use while working and traveling and believes that the dogs who actually work at the airport deserve far better!

What You All Want to Ask

Koala, a black labrador, wears a life jacket. She sits on a chair with the ocean behind herThe night before their cruise, many of the 29 guide dogs teams stayed at the same hotel. These dogs got a head start on greeting old schoolmates, as their humans met or caught up. Many of the teams had been at the Continuing Education Seminar couple of years earlier, or had been in training together, or had met at other events.

Portable dog toilet area on ship deckThe next day, the teams, along with several hundred other passengers, boarded a huge ship. Naturally, they all wanted to know the same thing you’re now wondering: Where do the dogs go to … you know?

In the case of this group: Deck 10, near the front of the ship, just off the main elevator lobby. For some dogs, that was a very long trek from where they were bunking.

The crew set up about 10 potty stalls. Some were plastic containers topped with astro-turf. Others were large metal litter boxes with, yes, dog litter. Not to be confused with cat litter, dog litter consists of hard, absorbent pellets. The astro-turfed boxes seemed to collect the pee. In either case, the dogs’ humans were expected to pick up solid waste.

Ship staff did an admirable job of keeping the place clean-ish.

“Ish” because of many issues.

Foremost, it’s windy on a moving ship. It’s hard to balance. The astro-turf rugs shifted in the wind. Some dogs flat-out refused to try the doggy port-o-potties. Others tried, but got rattled when the astro-turf rugs slipped and slid as they crouched. Many of the refusers visited the nearby deck floor instead.

Also, the human partners, coping with their own balance issues on the moving ship, along with their dogs’ skittishness and their inability to actually see where their dogs had eliminated, sometimes failed to thoroughly clean up.

Koala took it all in stride. She’d visit several stations, and, having caught up on the news, would take care of business without a fuss.

sign reads "service / working dogs are not pets and should not be petted or talked to at any time."Carnival, the cruise line, deserves special mention for the ways the dog teams were accommodated. Outside each dining area, and in other prominent places, staff had posted large signs telling people not to pet or talk to the working dogs on board. Many passengers who talked to guide dog partners mentioned the signs or said they knew they weren’t supposed to talk to the dogs (though most proceeded to do so anyhow …).

The staff ran a private safety briefing for the guide dog teams, and the leader had clearly undergone training on working with blind people. His descriptions of how to find a life jacket, what the front and back would feel like, and how to find and secure the clasps and belt were clear and full of rich description. Each guide dog had her (or his) own life jacket!

Carnival even hired interpreters for members of the group who are have both visual and hearing impairments. Through the magic of something called protactile communication, the interpreters provided a more complete experience for these passengers. Protactile communication uses touch to convey information beyond an interpreter relaying what another person is saying; it includes description of what is going on in the environment and allows for deeper two-way communication.