Your Happiest Howl-oween, 10-31-07

Dear Sophie,
After such a disastrous trip to Las Vegas, the journey home seemed to make up for it all. We got to the airport, got checked in, had some time outside, went through security, and made it to the gate all in one swift move. No time for stress there! You and I had a whole bulkhead row to ourselves! One of our flight attendants instantly became your "Uncle Bob" ... he was all over you and, boy, did you like him pretty fine! One embarrassing moment for me, you little stinkbug, was that in mid-flight, when they had all the lights in the plane off except for a random reading light here and there, I suddenly discovered you were no longer on the floor! You were up in the bloomin' seat looking out the window! Geez!! Everyone thought it was hilarious but I was a bit mortified because that's a big no-no! Finally off the plane after rolling up dog hair from three seats, we walked to the other side of security. We were still about 30 or so feet away when you caught sight of 'Daddy' and there wasn't a spedometer in the world fast enough to keep up with your tail. I finally had to release you and you ran straight into his arms. I'm tellin' ya, it was like a Lassie movie. As soon as we got home, we took you out in the back yard and you ran and ran and ran, and I think you forgot all about everything bad from the past four days. You only knew that, at that moment, all was well with your world.