The story of Lynyrd

Andrea, this is for you. :)

People often tell me that they can’t believe I still love my dog now that I have a baby. They wonder how I find the time anymore. I’m not going to lie: Lynyrd does get less attention than before, and it is not easy or convenient to take care of this little high maintenance dog (the sock thief that he is).

But the truth is, Lynyrd came to my rescue while Justin was in Iraq.

I was so depressed that a good friend (the piano player from the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd) and his wife said that I was too sad to not have a dog. They wholeheartedly support the troops and asked if they could buy me a puppy. I wasn’t sure of the idea since I’ve never been a dog person, but I had never been so lonely in all of my life. So, after Justin came home for his two week break, I said goodbye to him {again}, and I went dog shopping.

Justin’s deployment was 14 months. 14 months of crying holidays, lonely Friday nights, sad Sundays, and then all of a sudden, this 1 pound and 10 ounces made me smile every day!

He knew he had his paws full.

He took pride in keeping me happy.

He moved to Texas with me to meet his Daddy.

Then we moved to South Carolina.

And now baby comes along.

Albeit, his world is a little different now.

He always seems to need a haircut.

His food bowl is usually empty.

And he gets away with a little bit more than he used to.

But we love the little guy. I can’t tell you how we find the time to take care of our Lynyrd, but our family wouldn’t be the same without him.