Missing Dogs and Football

My dog's missing again. Yup. It's the third time.

I wish I could say I was blaise about it. I wish I could tell myself that it will be just like the other two times-we'll find her eventually.

But.. it just seems so improbable.

We've been looking for her since.. maybe one hour ago. We've combed our block, walked around downstairs, discovered some of her poop, gone to the security guards, walked around some more, tried snooping around the 7-11 (where we found the poop)... but to no avail.

It's just like football. The longer the time wears on without your team scoring a goal, while the other team keeps scoring.. the lower the chances of your team winning the game.

But no! I will remain hopeful. Because miracles do happen!

And I've put my dog into God's hands.

So.. against all odds, my little doggie will come home, I will be able to feel her soft, white fur, gaze into her cute cute cute eyes, and maybe even let her lick me.

Just like football again. Look at how Liverpool made their comeback against AC Milan's 3-0 at half time in the Champions League.

I'm going to pray as hard, maybe even harder than those fans.

Please let her come home.

Please.