|We're not the ones who saw her for the first time at another humane society some where in New Orleans and couldn't leave those warm brown eyes and one crooked ear behind. Or not the ones who maybe peered over the edge of a cardboard box into a squirming litter of pups and decided on the one with the freckled feet.
So I kind of hope they can have her back. Not just because she was a part of their family first but perhaps more importantly, because she maybe represents a better time, before neighbors' lives were lost, houses were flooded, and streets were upended. She's something that's still in one piece after all that water. And, maybe, when she walks out of that carrier at Louis Armstrong Airport, this family's life will be one small dog's part closer to wholeness again.[/