A Puppy’s Journey to Forever Home

When I opened my eyes, something felt different. I was back in Hawaii, back to the day

everything began. I was only four and a half weeks old, a little black fluffy

German Shepherd puppy, and when Grandma told me I was going to my forever home,

my tail almost launched me into space. Grandma gave me a bath, brushed out my shiny

fur, and even put a Hawaiian lei around my neck so I'd look like a royal island puppy.

Then came the knock. Grandma opened it, and there they were. I sprinted out, jumped into Fiona's

arms, and knocked her straight to the ground. We rode off in a

red convertible Mini Cooper with the ocean right beside us, my ears flapping