While September 11th is one of the most horrific days I have ever experienced, it also holds one of my very best memories.
On 9/11/08, my wonderful husband gave me the best surprise of my life.
He gave me a Pug-a 5 1/2 year old rescue.
I know that may sound ridiculous to some-that being the best surprise of my life, but I had always wanted a Pug and Sanford has exceeded any and all expectations I ever had in owning one.
He is such an angel. THE sweetest thing I've ever known.
I am alone much of the time, and he protects me and provides me with an unmatched companionship.
Sanford has been through some tough times in his life prior to joining our family.
He was neglected, occasionally abused, had been bullied and attacked by other dogs that he shared a pen with, and almost burned to death as a puppy.
His teeth were rotting, his toenails were so long they were curled under and growing into his pads, and he was 10 lbs. overweight-which is a ton for a small dog.
His first night with us, we trimmed his toenails and I cried because he was in so much pain and bleeding all over everything. But, we had to do it so that he could walk again.
Within a month we had 10 lbs. trimmed off of him and he was seriously a new dog.
He was running up stairs that he couldn't walk up before.
He became playful despite how submissive and timid he is.
He grew to trust Brandon and even other men even though he was terrified of men before.
He attached to me from the first day, and I admit it was tough for me to have something up under me 24/7 to begin with.
But now I am lost without him.
If I think about something happening to him I just cry and cry because I love him so much.
I can't remember my life before him and I don't want to know a future without him.
Even though Brandon was never excited about me wanting a Pug, he loves me so much that he took it upon himself to surprise me with one.
And the best part is that he is as in love with Sanford as I am.
His name hasn't always been Sanford.
It was Frankie when we adopted him. They called him "Frank-n-Beans."
I cringe just thinking about it.
He is much too distinguished, well-behaved, intelligent, and loving to have such a ridiculous name.
Sanford Stadium is where the Bulldogs play, and since a Pug is the closest thing to a Bulldog we will ever own, we thought it suited him perfectly.
He has at least a dozen other nicknames, though.
Even though Pugs can be stubborn, they are very intelligent dogs.
I highly recommend Pugs. They will change your life for the better. I swear.
And, I am NOT a small dog person.
Their barks are deep and their personalities are fabulous.
If you don't like Sanford, I think you have a problem in your heart.
We love you Sanford, and we are so thankful God chose us to be your parents.
We promise to always give you all the love, attention, and best care possible.
I can't believe you are 8 1/2 years old! I want you to live forever.
**The crochet bulldog hat is really for a baby and it's from an Etsy shop**