Monday night Deja went home with her "real" family.
So the kids said their good-byes and gave their loves.
Jaxon says he is sad, but secretly he is relieved. He has always been very afraid of dogs - he's not really a fan of animals in general. One of my primary reasons for agreeing to take Deja was for Jaxon to be able to adjust to a dog. Deja was mild and Jaxon did great. Truly, 4 months ago this uncomfortable hug would NEVER have happened. I am very proud of him.
Kyah on the other hand LOVED Deja and is genuinely sad that she is gone. For days following her leaving, everytime we would come home (when we would normally be greeted by Deja), Kyah would ask about her "Deja dog." For Kyah, I too am sad that Deja is gone.
As far as my black bedskirt, dark dress pants, black rugs, walls and back yard are concerned - I'm not that sad.
The attitude on this girl. She can act like a tyrant one minute and be the biggest sweetheart the next - I guess that's why she's a girl. She is my little princess, she loves all things GIRL, but really likes to play tackle too.
He is so sweet. He protects all things Kyah and loves to growl when he doesn't get his way. He has a tender heart and stubborn spirit. He loves transformers and cartoons.