On this nine year anniversary of my car accident I thought I’d introduce you to one of the wonderful things that happened as a result of my injury. A few months before my accident my neighbor’s dog gave birth to a litter of Maltese puppies (I want to say that was some time in September). A few weeks later they brought over one of those little white balls of fluff and I was instantly in love. I tried to convince my mother to let my boyfriend buy one for me but she refused. We had two cats inside and another dog outside and that was enough as far as she was concerned. Besides I think she had a feeling that she would be the one taking care of this dog, no matter how bad I wanted it. As the weeks went by I never stopped loving those puppies who were slowly finding themselves new owners.
My accident was a almost 10 days before Christmas and my neighbors had one puppy left. The kids in the family decided that they wanted to give me that last puppy as a Christmas present…if it was ok with mom, that is. Of course she said yes and a few days before Christmas “Christopher” was delivered to my hospital room. I didn’t much care for the name Christopher so we quickly tried to come up with a new name for him. Sticking with the letter C, my boyfriend at the time decided that since the only reason I got this dog was because of my car accident we should call him “Crash.” It was perfect (and yes, I love the awkward reaction I get from people when they ask why we named him that). I never was a dog person before, but Crash became an immediate best friend and now I don’t know how I ever lived without him (or how I will in the future). It’s a curious thing, the bond that can exist between animals and humans.
Enjoy some pictures of Crash over the last nine years. You wouldn’t know it from these pictures, but as of a few years ago he is terrified of the camera and runs away as soon as we take it out. Luckily we got some good ones before that happened: