Five years ago a new addition was added to our family and none of us have ever been the same.
Tammy and I had been to Caledonia, Illinois to check out the batch of English Bulldog puppies the Puppy Patch had for sale. We sat in the grass playing with the puppies trying to find the one we thought would best fit in our house.
Most of the puppies sniffed us out then ventured off to play among themselves and investigate the yard. But there were two that stayed next to Tammy and me, licking, nipping, and cuddling.
One was a male, who we nicknamed Junior because he reminded me of one of my nephews, and he looked a little more like a traditional bulldog than the female. Junior was more aggressive in his playing and really seemed to like the taste of my shoelaces.
The female was much more calm. All she wanted to do was sit in our laps or cuddle in our arms.
We knew we could only pick one and we were torn about which puppy to choose. The tiebreaker was that the girl was so loving and had one blue eye that we couldn’t stop staring into or thinking about.
We made our choice and on Saturday, May 12, 2007, Jake and I drove out to Caledonia to pick up our little Savannah.
Jake held her as we drove home and all of the excitement of the trip wore Savannah out as she slept the entire way.
It didn’t take long for her to find a place in all of our arms, laps and, most importantly, our hearts.
Jake even made up a song for little Savannah that he would sing when he held her. (sung to the tune of Oh, Susanna)
Oh don’t you cry for me,
I’ve come from Caledonia
with a bulldog on my knee.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that we had picked the right puppy, although we still sometimes wonder what kind of dog Junior turned out to be.
I remember playing with Savannah one of the first days we had her and she was walking toward me when just laid down and fell asleep.
I didn’t know it then but it was a sign of how she would be in the future.
I seriously think she sleeps 18-20 hours a day now.
The first night we had her she started wining in her crate. I yelled “No” one time. She stopped and never whined again. That’s when I knew she was special.
Savannah’s long since grown out of the barely-as-big-as-my-shoe stage, but she’s still just as friendly and loveable as ever.
A special thanks to Annie at Six Ring Circus for suggesting that Savannah “needs to have a regular weekly post.”
“Sundays with Savannah” will be a weekly theme where I’ll post something (pictures, stories, etc.) about Savannah Blue Wommack. I hope you enjoy.