I think I now believe in miracles. Earlier today, I've been posting here and there about how terrible of a day I've been having. Our new black lab mix, Owen, got loose earlier, thanks to my sister being a complete dumbass. After hours of calling the pound, humane society, and animal control, he literally found our house. We haven't even had him for 24 hours and he knows where home is. I was floored and after some coaxing, we got him inside and he's now safe with us again. I'm just so happy right now, and maybe there wasn't a need to post this but I'm actually curious to hear about other peoples' miracles.