Well, it happened, as many people predicted.

Mid-July, I came home exhausted from a work trip and asked Nick, “Hey, can you help me reach out to more people to find a home for Storm? I haven’t had any luck so far.”

Nick looked at Storm, then looked at me, and sadly sighed, “…okay.”

Apparently, every time I traveled for work this summer, they were secretly bonding and becoming best friends.

So she’s our baby now. Thanks to everyone who tried to help us find her a new home, even though, it turns out,  she was here all along.

I made her a fancy bandana and we celebrated her foster fail at Tails and Ales, where she got to make friends and smell all the things while Nick and I drank coffee.

We love you, Storm!

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