(disclaimer: this happened a few months ago)
It was a mission that came together at the very last minute. Tanya was planning on flying from Corsicana to Austin on a Tuesday afternoon, when a mission request came in that morning for a transport from Corsicana to San Antonio. With San Antonio just an additional 45 minutes by air, she offered to make the flight that afternoon if the arrangements could be made on such short notice.
Sure enough, the coordinator Jerry was able to make magic and locate animal lovers at each end to make it work, and 8 hours later a 5-month old redbone coonhound was in the back of Tanya's plane. Neither the pup nor Tanya knew it yet, but this would not be their last flight together in the red and white RV-9A.
We had lost our 15-year old beagle a couple months earlier, and our house was awfully quiet without some hound-induced chaos. The little pup was such a sweetie, rode great in the plane, and turned out to not have a mean bone in her body. It helped that all she wanted to do was cuddle. That and her magnificent eye-makeup was all it took. Tanya returned home in a bit of a daze saying "Wow, that was a really great dog. That could have been the one..." Those comments went on for a couple of days. The next weekend we went back to San Antonio. The pup, now Skylar, was back in the red and white RV-9A en route to Austin and her newly adopted home.
She is all puppy, chewing the siding on the house, trying to figure out how to control her flailing limbs, providing comic relief, and growing into her paws. She will get it figured out soon enough, and this silly pup will fill a necessary role of glue to hold the household together for at least the next decade. She likes long walks in the park, stomping through the creek, and barking at deer. Welcome home Skylar!
Time for some puppy pictures!
This is what we do on our lunch break many days.