No, this is not a picture of the Obama’s dog.
Sophie was a part of our family long before we even heard of Barack Obama.
While Muna and I were newlyweds, we adopted Sophie as a way for Muna to have some company while I spent long nights underground as a nuclear missileer. (Missileers work 30-hour shifts, and Taj wasn’t born yet, so she was sleeping alone many nights.)
She was very hyper … always running and jumping on everybody and everything. I used to complain all the time about her, but I really liked her. We were living in Wyoming when we received orders to Germany. Knowing we’d be living in an apartment in Stuttgart, we decided to leave her with another caring military family at F.E. Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne.
We missed her during our tour in Germany, but know we made the right decision. (Traveling as much as we did in Europe, it wouldn’t have been fair to her.)
Still, everytime Taj saw a dog, he would ask us if he could have one. But Taj has some allergies and asthma … we were told a dog would aggravate his breathing problems. Doctors told us to wait a while to see if Taj’s immune system could handle the added stressors of having a dog in the home.
When we returned to the U.S., we thought about getting another dog. Taj has been waiting patiently for a couple of years now. He still has mild asthma, but he’s doing better with the breathing problems. I think it’s time now.
If there’s one thing I learned here in the ‘stan, it’s that life isn’t guaranteed. If you want something in life, and are blessed enough to have the means to get it … you should have it.
When I get home, Taj will get a dog. Taj says he will name him “Stan, because Daddy’s in AfghaniSTAN.”