My Momma is in the Air Force: Sandy Baby

We adopted Sandy on the 1st of Ocotber last year. Our lives have never been the same since.

I admit I've never been big a dog person and because of the many, many challenges that came with her not being trained and myself not being a dog person, I thought about returning her so many times. Time passed and I never gave up. Zenon eventually started warming up to this huge beast that I insist is his baby sister.

I never realized how much we had fallen in love, mostly how much I had fallen in love with our baby, until she ran away a week ago.

It has been a while since I prayed so hard, but I did. I prayed hard because Zenon cried for his puppy, his beautiful beastly sister. I kept calm the whole time, called Home Again, informed my supervisor just in case I had to leave work or not be at work at all, called up local news stations, local police stations, local vets, local shelters, posted on FB, made posters and had friends help me search. I was calm but I started feeling depressed. I missed her. I started thinking about coming home from work and there was no overly excited, overgrown puppy welcoming us home -- jumping up on me and Zenon, too.

I prayed so hard for her to be safe, to come back home, to just be safe.

So much tears of joy shed! We love you Sandy! You overgrown puppy you! We're so happy you're back home!