Give me a minute, I'll come up with something clever: For the Love of Jordy

What an adorable little nugget, right? I remember very vividly going and picking up Jordy. Mom and I drove about an hour to look at a litter of puppies. We pulled up to some small house nestled right outside of Ash-something. The woman led us to her back yard and when we walked outside 7 little rollie pollies came charging at us. I initially had my eye on this tiny male and kept trying to get him to come see us. The tiny corgi refused and before I could call to him again the fattest, most rambunctious puppy climbed in my lap and attacked my face with kisses. I was dunzo. My little man had picked me. We drove home and then we when got out of the car at the house Jordy peed all over me at the sight of Apollo.

Jords will be two in June and in August I'll have been his human for two years. He is a sassy little Princess and when he needs to be, he's the guardian of our castle. Here in the South he's earned the nickname "The Baby," he's also been known as L.F., Little Man, Jords, and Nugget. Some days he drives me insane and some days he's the most perfect little creature. But at the end of every day he's still my little guy. My sister and I say this all the time, "I feel sorry for anyone who doesn't have a dog." And I do, every day.